I Changed My Profession To Boxing At The Beginning, And Used My Two Fists To Crush My Fate.

Facing Li Tang's questioning, Ye An remained silent for two seconds and then said: "This is part of the reason."

"Okay!" Li Tang's tone suddenly rose and he said, "Then I'll tell you now!"

"Why does my leg look like this!"

"Why did your parents die on the battlefield eight years ago!"

"Just because your father is that useless boxer!"

"If he's a gunsmith, a swordsman!"

"With his talent, it's absolutely impossible to lose that day!"

"I don't have to go to save them and become like this!"

"And even though I paid such a high price, I still couldn't save your parents!"

"The reason for everything is because your father is a boxing cultivator!"

Hear this.

Ye An clenched his hands fiercely, his breathing became rapid and his cheeks turned red.

Li Tang didn't care at all, stared at Ye An and said, "Okay!"

"You are not my son."

"Choose whatever career you want!"

"But I tell you, don't wait until your beloved dies because of your incompetence, and then you come to me crying and say you regret it!"

After saying that, Li Tang turned around fiercely, grabbed the projector in front of him, and limped toward the door.

Then he slammed the door and walked to the parking lot to drive home.

But when he sat in the car and held the steering wheel, his body suddenly softened.

Li Tang seemed to have thought of something and opened the cabinet in the passenger seat.

Thick dust rolled out.

A pair of rusty gauntlets lay quietly inside.

"Lao Li, do you know? I think boxing is the greatest romance for a man!"

Ye Yan's high-spirited laughter rang in Li Tang's ears.

He looks almost exactly the same as Ye An, even his personality is very similar.

The same confidence.

Just as proud.

Sometimes Li Tang really feels sad and ridiculous.

Ye Yan chose boxing cultivation because he thought it was very romantic.

He knew that boxing cultivators were weaker than other transfer classes.

So handsome!

Being strong is temporary, being handsome is a lifelong thing.

alright.

Now you are so handsome!

Are you satisfied?

Li Tang angrily slapped the cabinet, slammed the cabinet, and finally stepped on the accelerator, leaving Ye An's home amidst the roar of the engine.

Open halfway.

Li Tang suddenly made up his mind.

It doesn't matter even if Ye An hates him.

On the day he chooses to change jobs, he must knock Ye An unconscious and help him make the choice!

He doesn't want to send people with white hair to people with black hair anymore!

at the same time.

The basement of Ye An's house.

It was dark and empty, filled with sandbags and various cold boxing equipment.

Ye An was naked from the waist up and wearing boxing gloves. He sat on the chair with an expressionless expression and stared at the sandbag in front of him.

A family photo hangs on the wall behind the sandbags.

Mom, dad, grandparents, and him, five people.

My grandma passed away when I was a child.

When I was ten years old, my parents died in the war.

Six months ago, my grandfather also passed away.

I am the only one left at home.

The reason why he is called Ye An is because his parents have only one request for him.

Peace and joy for a lifetime.

But parents.

I have the blood of a warrior.

Thinking of this, Ye An suddenly stood up and began to jump lightly, relaxing his shoulders, deltoid muscles, and arms.

It’s almost time to warm up.

He closed his eyes and walked to the three thousand kilogram sandbag in front of him.

very heavy!

But for a swordsman, it only takes one light sword to cut it off.

As for the gun cultivator, it can be destroyed with just one poke.

But in front of a boxing cultivator, it would take ten years of fighting to defeat him.

This is the difference between boxing cultivators and other professions!

Thinking of this, Ye An's muscles tensed up and he hit the boxing bag with a fierce uppercut.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

The three thousand kilogram sandbag began to shake gently.

His father's words rang in his mind.

"Fist is not only a kind of power, but also a kind of belief. This kind of belief is difficult to describe, but when you stand in front of your opponent, clench your fists and start to slide, you will definitely feel it."

At this time, Ye An punched hard!

The sandbag swayed high and quickly hit Ye An under the strong inertia!

At the moment when he was about to hit Ye An's face.

Ye An's figure turned slightly to one side, his head tilted, and he slipped and dodged.

His black hair was also blown by the strong wind picked up by the sandbags.

"What does it feel like? Is it exciting?" His father's words rang out again. It was his first time practicing with sandbags.

"Extreme dodge is very exciting. The breeze stirred up by the sandbag is a reward for successful dodge."

"Brother, I like to play exciting things."

Ye An smiled.

He likes this feeling too.

Then, the sandbag moved in the opposite direction. Ye An didn't wait for the inertia to disappear, and punched out directly, colliding with the powerful inertia.

"boom!"

The inertia of three thousand pounds made Ye An's arm muscles tremble.

"Does it hurt? But you hit me back, don't you feel good about it!?"

Ye An lowered his head and said to himself: "It's great!"

"Your grandpa taught me these words, didn't you see? Your grandpa and grandma are both boxers! Except for your mother, our Ye family are all boxers!"

Ye An smiled.

My Ye family has been boxing cultivators for generations, what do you want me to choose to change my profession?

"nonsense!"

Ye An roared angrily and punched hard, raising the sandbag high and hitting it directly to the ceiling!

then.

The words his father had said that most impressed him came to mind.

"But now, I have to admit that no matter how enjoyable boxing is, the combat effectiveness of boxers is really not as good as other professions."

"This is like a rule set by God, a fate that all boxing cultivators cannot break!"

"But aren't your fists used to break the mountain of fate!?"

"I believe that there must be some kind of talent or boxing technique that can bring the boxing profession to the top of the world!"

"I've told this to many people, and they say I'm talking nonsense. The world doesn't have the kind of miracles you want!"

"But I always believe that people who believe in miracles are as amazing as the miracles themselves!"

"For example, me!"

His father's bright smile and his thumb pointing at him appeared in front of Ye An's eyes.

He closed his eyes tightly and smiled. In front of him was a huge sandbag that was about to hit with maximum inertia!

this moment.

The second talent rune in his body suddenly rotated!

There was one thing he never told Li Tang.

In fact, dreams are just my weakest talent.

I am a born boxer!

The other talent is the miracle that my father was waiting for. It is unique and has never been seen in the human world, so it cannot be measured and has no name.

I call myself the Supreme Fist!

Thinking of this, Ye An's aura gathered like a storm, and a strong fisting intention suddenly rose from all over his body!

The surging fist power was like highly boiling steam rising around Ye An, making his whole body turn red!

Then, all the steam condensed into one point, gathered in his palm, and hit the mountain of fate with the swing of his shoulders!

"boom!"

There was a loud bang in the dark basement.

Ye An opened his eyes, and the thick sweat on his body was covered with the heavy sand that exploded in the sandbag.

But he didn't look down at the messy ground, but looked straight at the wall in front of him.

Under the family portrait, what was solid was the wall, and a deep pit appeared. In the center was a fist mark, which fit perfectly with Ye An's fist.