Yongye Boxer: My Boxing Skills Can Be Infinitely Upgraded

The sun has fallen, and the long night is like iron. Those who shine will die, those who hold the lamp will go mad, and those who turn off the lamp will survive with fists in the mud. There is a volume of "Breaking Limit Boxing Manual" embedded in Gu Xi's spine. He does not use fire, does not burn his body, and only uses his bare hands to box. From the broken bones deep in the mines to the snow-white frost patterns in the slum workshops; from the femininity of mud wrapped in silk to the violence of mud snakes strangling. He deduced every lowest-level boxing technique into Lie Ye's magical power. The fire marrow is scarce and plagued by darkness, and both the Chamber of Commerce and the Council want to get rid of it. Gu Xi was wrapped in blood-stained rags, hanging from his frozen arm, and put up a business in the darkest alley at night: "Setting bones, gluing, and boxing. No credit, no reason." This punch, without light or fire, only sends you to see the Night King.