Huangchen, an auditor at the Martial Arts Department of Jianghai University, is the laughing stock of the whole school. As a son-in-law, with a mortal bloodline, he was called a waste by his mentor in public. His fiancée Xiao Muxue looked on coldly, and the rich second generation Zhao Tianlin kicked his plate: "An ant like you is not even worthy of licking my shoes." Luang Chen lowered his head to pick up the steamed buns, and his teeth bled. He couldn't fight back - under the ban on force, those who used force in public areas would have their bloodline stripped away. And the desolate seed remaining in his body only has one chance to explode temporarily. Until Zhao Tianlin forced him to fight in a practical class and punched his Tianling Gai. "Kneel down and beg for mercy. I'll spare your life." Luang Chen raised his head, his pupils glowing with ancient golden light. Three minutes. He only awakened his desolate level combat power for three minutes. The bones thundered, and Zhao Tianlin was punched into the cement layer of the underground arena. The whole place was dead silent. Xiao Muxue's pupils shrank suddenly: "You... Are the retired god of war at the desolate level?" The Martial Arts Arbitration Court issued a kill order overnight, and underground forces around the world swarmed in. However, Huang Chen walked into the black market boxing ring and put out a sign: "One million at a time, defeating all the invincible opponents in the world." He wanted money, resources, and rekindling his bloodline. We must also find out the unjust case that wiped out the entire army three years ago. From being a son-in-law and an auditor to being the dean of the martial arts academy, from being an underground boxing champion to being on the throne again. Every temporary outburst costs lives. Until that day, the national special service team came to our door: "General Huangchen, it's time to return to the team."
