Chapter 2 The Ink Qilin Of The Primordial Era

• Bang!
• Jiang Nan was thrown from the second floor and landed in a large iron cage on the first floor.
• He felt disoriented and dizzy from the impact.
• Struggling to stand up, he could hear the surrounding audience shouting loudly.
• "Hua Shao, kill him!"
• "Hua Shao, kill him!"
• "Hua Shao, kill him!"
• ...
• Hua Shao, the underground leader of Nujiang City, the head of the three dragons, the Blood Dragon, Wan Bang Lei's son, Wan Wu Hua.
• He had studied abroad and frequently participated in underground illegal fights.
• He had a peculiar hobby - buying fights and killing people. He would spend a hundred thousand US dollars each month to find someone, not allowing them to fight back. If the person survived after being beaten by him for half an hour, he would receive the hundred thousand dollars. If they died, tough luck.
• After returning to the country, he continued this bad habit.
• Tonight, he was planning to buy fights and kill people once again.
• He had already paid the money, now he was just waiting to kill.
• Jiang Nan looked at the young man in front of him, who resembled a hungry cheetah, exuding a shocking and aggressive aura.
• Even in his prime, Jiang Nan might not have been confident enough to defeat him.
• Especially now, with his disabled hand, the odds were even lower.
• "Um, I'm sorry, I..."
• Before Jiang Nan could finish speaking, Hua Shao launched a rapid attack, bombarding Jiang Nan with a storm of punches.
• In Hua Shao's eyes, Jiang Nan was just a slave, not qualified to speak to him.
• Jiang Nan could only defend himself by protecting his head.
• Bang! Bang! Bang!
• Hua Shao's every punch was aimed at Jiang Nan's head.
• One minute!
• Five minutes!
• Ten minutes!
• Jiang Nan could already feel that both of his arms were broken.
• However, Hua Shao continued to relentlessly bombard him, growing more excited as he fought.
• "So satisfying!"
• Wan Wu Hua shouted excitedly.
• It had been a long time since he had encountered someone who could withstand such a beating. Even in the United States, those physically strong black people couldn't endure his punches for ten minutes.
• Yet, this man in front of him still hadn't fallen down.
• "This is truly challenging!"
• His eyes gleamed with golden light, and his fists were no longer enough for him.
• He started using his elbows, knees, and feet.
• He unleashed his cruelty on Jiang Nan however he pleased.
• Jiang Nan wanted to fight back, but no matter how he struggled, he couldn't throw a punch.
• Crack!
• Crack!
• Crack!
• The sound of bones breaking echoed.
• Jiang Nan could clearly feel that his ribs, knees, buttocks, and skull were all broken.
• His face had been severely deformed, and blood was flowing.
• Excited voices came from all directions.
• Good hit!
• Good hit!
• Kill him!
• Kill him!
• In that moment, Qin Xiangxiang and Liu Qiang couldn't stop laughing.
• They had made a deal with Hua Shao at the beginning, promising him one million for every ten minutes of fighting. If they couldn't kill him within ten minutes, they would give an extra hundred thousand for each additional minute.
• Now, Hua Shao had been fighting for twenty minutes, and Jiang Nan was not only still alive, but also struggling desperately.
• And they had earned two million.
• "Hahaha, Hua Shao, well done! Jiang Nan, hold on, you've already earned me two million," Liu Qiang laughed maniacally from a high place.
• "I can't die, I can't die. Guoguo is still waiting for me, my mother is still waiting for me," Jiang Nan struggled madly, even though his hands and legs were broken, he still tried to climb up to escape.
• "Damn it, Hua Shao hasn't had enough fun yet, and you want to escape?" Liu Qiang grabbed a long bamboo pole that resembled a spear and stabbed Jiang Nan relentlessly.
• "Liu Qiang, you son of a bitch!" Jiang Nan wanted to curse him, but his face had already been deformed, and his mouth couldn't open.
• Qin Xiangxiang also ran over to add fuel to the fire. She held a bottle of yellow liquid and poured it down on Jiang Nan.
• "Hahaha, you useless piece of shit, still want to climb up? You must die today, drink your own piss," she laughed.
• Yes, if Jiang Nan didn't die in the end, Wan Wuhua wouldn't have to pay.
• But would Wan Wuhua let Jiang Nan go?
• Of course not, he didn't lack money, spending money was a small matter. If he didn't kill Jiang Nan, he would lose face.
• Jiang Nan didn't give up and continued to struggle.
• The entire audience hoped that Jiang Nan would die, but in the darkness, a voluptuous woman with a face like a celestial being shook the red wine glass in her hand and watched with interest.
• With fiery red lips, she murmured softly, "Interesting. If he doesn't die, he would be a good choice for me."
• From the beginning, Wan Wuhua was excited, but now he was becoming impatient and angry.
• Because he was truly tired and exhausted, yet Jiang Nan still had the strength to struggle.
• What kind of belief did he possess that gave him such a strong will to survive?
• Finally, Wan Wuhua couldn't take it anymore and waved his hand at one of his subordinates.
• There was a gunshot.
• Jiang Nan fell silent.
• The entire venue was quiet for a few seconds, followed by an eruption of cheers.
• Long live!
• Long live!
• Liu Qiang and Qin Xiangxiang shouted excitedly.
• It had been a long time since someone died.
• Today, someone died, and they wanted to celebrate.
• This is the brutality of the underground fighting arena. They didn't come to watch the competition; they came to see blood, to see death.
• Jiang Nan's death didn't receive any sympathy from anyone; instead, it became a kind of stimulant.
• Four or five big men dragged Jiang Li's body away and threw it into the city's sewer.
• Did Jiang Nan die?
• Of course not!
• His whole body was stained with blood, and Wan Wuhua's relentless attacks unexpectedly opened up his meridians.
• Jiang Nan's bloodline awakened.
• "You worthless descendant, being beaten like this, you have truly disgraced our ancient Ink Qilin clan."
• Jiang Nan looked confusedly at the old man above his head.
• Where was this? Why was everything around him white?
• "This is your mind!" the old man said impatiently.
• "Who are you?"
• "Don't talk too much, receive my teachings and awaken your divine powers."
• The old man pointed his finger at Jiang Nan's forehead, and a white light entered his mind.
• Suddenly, a massive amount of information flooded into his mind.
• "The Great Wilderness Scripture" opens up the wilderness, eternal enlightenment, the laws of heaven and earth, follow me...
• "The Awakening of the Divine Beast Dunhuang Scripture," the rotation of the nine clouds...
• "The Feng Shui Great Fortune Scripture"...
• "The Extraordinary Meridian Divine Strategy"...
• "The Qilin Arm" the Qilin Arm breaks through the sky...
• A series of incredibly magical and profound concepts flooded Jiang Li's mind.
• "Sir, what is happening? My head feels like it's going to explode."
• "Don't speak too much. I will bestow upon you the true awakening."
• Jiang Li observed as the elderly man transformed into a divine beast, more specifically, a Qilin, and soared out of his consciousness, then transformed into a beam of light and entered his body.
• His blood immediately surged with excitement.
• Am I truly awakening? This is too extraordinary!