Chapter Three: The Dragon City Arena, Where Savage Slaughter Reigns

A dense blackness completely engulfed Yang Sheng, an overwhelming sensation of weightlessness wrapped around him, as if passing through space and transcending time.

After an unknown length of time, when Yang Sheng opened his eyes again, before him stood a massive boxing ring over ten meters wide, surrounded on all sides by thousands of unevenly tiered seats.

Countless fervent spectators roared and shouted wildly, their eyes fixed intently on the two fighters fiercely battling in the ring.

Underground black boxing?

Yang Sheng rubbed his head and dismissed the thought.

The surrounding stands appeared divided among dozens, possibly hundreds, of different factions. Small clusters of people huddled together, while only a select few of high status had seats.

Yang Sheng himself stood amidst a group of people clustered around three elderly men.

Suddenly, cold, blood-red lines of text flashed through his mind:

Time: Late 1970s
Location: Kowloon Walled City
Background: In the late 1970s, Hong Kong was rife with competing triads, blurred lines between good and evil, and the traditional codes of the underworld steadily fading. The factions, driven by greed and ambition, acted recklessly, plunging the city into chaos.
Top ten major triads jointly organized the Dragon City Championship to showcase their power, divide territories, and avoid unnecessary bloodshed.
World Level: Below Yellow Rank
Main Quest:
Survive for three months or end the world early. Reward: Blood Pact.
Obtain the Imperial Guard’s sword embodying the Qi family’s army spirit. Reward: Five Fierce Soldiers’ Souls and the option to end the world early.
Side Quests:
Achieve rankings within the top 100, 50, 10, top 3, or 1 in the Dragon City Championship to receive a 10% boost in National Martial Arts specialization.
Note: The better one performs in the reincarnation world, the higher the evaluation rank.
Failure Penalty: Immediate annihilation upon main quest failure.
Evaluation below Xuan Rank deducts ten years of lifespan.

Beneath the blood-red text was a line of black text:

Personal Information:
Name: Yang Sheng
Identity: 49th underling of the declining triad Hongsheng Union
Specialization: 40% National Martial Arts
Gift from Apostle Fat Wang:
Hidden identity elevated to disciple of Guangdong National Martial Arts Master; accidentally killed someone and fled to Hong Kong; joined Hongsheng Union out of desperation.
Temporary boost of National Martial Arts specialization to 90%, which will expire upon leaving this world.
Note: Items from the reincarnation world cannot be brought out but unlock purchase privileges upon exit, to be exchanged with reward points.

Yang Sheng exhaled deeply, examining his noticeably more muscular forearm and the memories of martial arts combat imprinted deep within his mind—memories that clearly did not belong to him.

In his past life, to seek revenge, he traveled north and south learning combat martial arts, spending all his family’s wealth to apprentice under several masters—some charlatans, others genuine.

One master once told him: What is kung fu? Kung fu is honed through time and perseverance.

In ancient times, martial artists began training as children, spending decades mastering their craft, eventually working as bodyguards or guardians. Their skills were their livelihood and foundation.

But nowadays, no matter how skilled one is, if they injure or kill someone, they end up in prison.

Thus, the era of traditional kung fu had passed.

Yang Sheng had talent; five years of training had brought him to a modest level.

Unfortunately, he did not start young, missing the best opportunity, and his heart was burdened by obsession, making mastery difficult.

Yet in this strange world, his national martial arts skills were elevated by Fat Wang to a level comparable to a grandmaster.

At this moment, the fight in the ring had reached its conclusion.

One fighter lay bloodied, with broken tendons and bones, being carried off.

An elderly man in a long robe drew two slips of paper from a box and loudly announced, “Next match: Hongsheng Union versus Yinglian Society. Each side, please send forth your fighter.”

Moments later, a shirtless, compact, long-haired young man approached from the Yinglian Society’s side.

The long-haired youth had dark skin and distinct South Asian features, his expression cold and ruthless.

“Vietnamese Tiger Ruan Feng!”

Upon seeing him, the faces of everyone on Hongsheng Union’s side, including Yang Sheng, changed dramatically.

Hongsheng Union was one of Hong Kong’s long-established triads, with deep roots.

But now it was in decline, a sunset faction with barely over a thousand members.

In contrast, Yinglian Society was a dominant, flourishing triad controlling prime territories like Yau Tsim Mong, unlike Hongsheng Union which was relegated to the fringes.

The Vietnamese Tiger Ruan Feng was one of Yinglian Society’s “Three Tigers,” having just defeated his opponent with double flower red sticks.

Ruan Feng reportedly came from the Vietnamese military, known for his ruthless and brutal fighting style, leaving few survivors.

Having a Vietnamese wield double flower red sticks was once unimaginable.

But now, all triads in Hong Kong prioritized profit above all, discarding ancestral rules.

No matter if Ruan Feng was Vietnamese—or even an alien—as long as he could fight, Yinglian Society didn’t care.

On Hongsheng Union’s side, the only red stick wielder, Di Wei, looked pale and said to the three elders seated centrally, “Boss, those Yinglian guys have gone mad! They sent Ruan Feng out in the very first match. How can we even hope to fight him? Not even Bruce Lee could take him down!”

A dark-skinned elder leaning on a cane frowned and said, “Awei, you are our only red stick. If you don’t step up now, who will?”

Di Wei hurriedly replied, “Uncle Qiang, the Dragon City Championship is their home turf, one of the big triads’. Why should we Hongsheng Union bother? IfI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.