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Chapter 3425: Untitled

The sky split.

It was about the time of last night.

There were no stars in the World of the Fist God. Every night, people would take a rest early in preparation for the next morning, when the sun rose in the east, to build up their muscles and build up their skills.

Therefore, nobody in Red Gold Town saw how the sky split open.

However, when they were drowsy, they suddenly heard an earsplitting explosion.

No. It was not accurate, because there were neither stars nor lightning in the World of Fist Gods.

It was more like the sound of ‘Glenn’, the toughest boxer in town, punching the iron skull of the Iron-Horned Devil Bear and blowing it up.

Like ‘Glen’, who had died a long time ago, he punched the heads of all the residents, giving them a splitting headache. They all jumped up from their beds.

Amid the noisy discussions and earsplitting screams, the townspeople kicked open their homes and rushed out to take a look.

In the sky, which was as dark as the bottom of a pot, a shockingly white crack appeared.

By rough estimation, it was at least dozens of kilometers long and several kilometers wide. Like a weird giant insect, it was raging in the sky.

The cracks led to the sky, but there was nothing in the sky except dazzling whiteness. Staring at the whiteness for a long time would leave a deep impression on one’s eyes just like staring at the sun.

Nobody in Red Gold Town, no, the entire Fist God Sector, had ever seen lightning before.

Otherwise, they would definitely think that the lightning that was supposed to be fleeting was frozen in the sky forever.

Right now, people could only imagine the broken dome as a burnt pot. They were filled with indescribable fear toward the dazzling whiteness beyond the cracks.

For a moment, everybody was panicking. Rumors were everywhere.

Although this was not the first time that the people of Red Gold Town had heard of ‘Heaven Split’.

Half a year ago, the traveling caravans had brought a lot of weird news from the south, which was full of venomous gas and fog.

It was said that the sky of many places in the south had been split open.

The most terrifying crack pierced through the sky, which was more than a thousand kilometers long. Dozens of towns and even the big cities with dense population and abundant experts could do nothing but watch the crack hang in the sky helplessly.

It was said that it was all because of the scourge of the devils.

It was exactly because of the ill-intentioned people in many places in the south who tried to fool the scammers that they stopped studying the strength of fists and bodies of flesh and blood. Instead, they resorted to tricks and worshipped the so-called ‘mechanical demons’ and ‘steam demons’, which led to the Fist God’s fury.

Only then would the Fist God, who had protected the world for thousands of years, issue a revelation, hoping that the believers of the ‘mechanical demons’ and the ‘steam demons’ would be enlightened and return to the body of flesh and blood, training their fists to the ultimate right path.

It was just a warning.

If the believers of the ‘mechanical demons’ and the ‘steam demons’ did not realize what was going on, the terrifying cracks would be transferred from the sky to their feeble bodies and tiny souls.

In the beginning, the people of Red Gold Town did not believe the groundless rumors. They always thought that they were too outrageous. How could the sky be torn apart? It was probably because some ferocious beast, such as the ‘Fiery Vulture’, was rushing by and the remaining airwaves were exaggerated because the scene was too appalling.

Right now, the residents had seen the sky above their heads split open. The dazzling cracks were like a burning devil’s claw that could reach down and grab their souls at any moment.

They found it even more unbelievable!

By the Fist God, I swear!

Nobody was more devoted to the Fist God, the Fist God, and the Iron Fist Sect than the residents of Red Gold Town!

As for the barbarians in the south, they were the barbarians who had been conquered by the Iron Fist Legion thousands of years ago. They were lazy, uneducated, opportunistic, and untamable. The reign of the Temple of Fist in the south had never been stable. It was not unusual that the mechanical demons and the steam demons took advantage of the situation and gradually established themselves.

Humph. Even if the clowns were merely bluffing, as long as the Temple of Fist summoned the Iron Fist Legion and asked them to march south again, it was safe to say that the demons and devils would be annihilated the moment the army arrived. Their ‘mechanical force’ and ‘steam force’ would be nothing but begging for mercy!

But what was this place?

This was Red Gold Town, the hinterland ruled by the Fist God. It was the place where the Fist God had been active ten thousand years ago!

To this day, the miracle of the past still remained in Red Gold Town.

It was a giant stone ten square meters in size with a giant fist mark in the middle.

The punch did not blow the ore into pieces. Instead, it created a high-temperature, high-pressure area in the center of the ore and squeezed out the pure gold constituents stored inside the ore, making the fist mark glow with the brilliance of crimson metal. It was still crystal clear after ten thousand years!

It was said that they were the traces of the Fist God’s training ten thousand years ago.

That was how Red Gold Town got its name. Every town within hundreds of kilometers knew that Red Gold Town had been blessed by the Fist God!

The northerners were simple-minded and focused on hard work. Few of the southerners were opportunists. There were not many evil Cultivators who believed in ‘mechanical demons’ and ‘steam demons’.

As for Red Gold Town, it was a well-known holy land for cultivation in a radius of several hundred square kilometers. In this small town, there were over a dozen fist-training schools. There was also an extremely large Iron Fist School which specialized in recruiting children and youths between the ages of three to sixteen. There was even a long-established and well-established Fist God Temple which had once produced many great boxing masters whose fists could shake mountains and rivers, and whose strength could shake the universe. Not to mention the ancient powerhouses from hundreds of years ago, just take ‘Glen’ from twenty years ago for example. He had cultivated to the realm of ‘Fist of the Deep Sea’. When the power of his fist burst forth, the power of his fist would surge forth, and the tip of his fist would be airtight. He would be able to continuously blast open the seawater, forcibly splitting the ocean. He would directly walk from the shore to the ocean for several hundred meters before walking back. The ocean would once again close, and his clothes would not get wet. It was an extremely terrifying realm!

Therefore, within hundreds of square kilometers, even the largest towns liked to send their children to Red Gold Town for the harshest training in fist arts. They dreamed that their children would be able to practice fist arts to the point that they could be summoned by the Fist God and soar into the sky.

The residents of Red Gold Town were all proud of themselves as the heirs of the Fist God. They would rather believe in the path of iron fists.

Daily life, training, and combat were strictly forbidden, not to mention ‘mechanical force’ and ‘steam force’. Even the simple tools that were barely allowed in the arts of iron fists, such as sabers, cleavers, axes, and even needles, were avoided if possible.

Even the women in the town, when they needed sewing clothes, shoes, or needles, would hide in their homes, close their doors, and use the needles in secret. The reason was that the needles were tools, and the usage of the tools went against the iron fist principle of ‘all the great power belongs to oneself’ and the evil path of ‘steam and machinery’. All that was left was a thin sheet of window paper.

Even if the adults could hold back their curiosity, it would not be a good thing if the children saw them.

That was the stereotype of Red Gold Town.

However, how could the sky of such a righteous and sincere town crack?

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Enough rest. I’m going to start a new chapter!

It was the story of the love-hate relationship between Lu Qingchen, who had escaped from the lightning planet, and the Fist King, who had been guarding the ancient universe all the time. Of course, they were not necessarily the protagonists, or rather, those who were the protagonists in the stories did not look like protagonists at all.

There might even be a special performance by the lovely saintess Theresa. Please look forward to it, everyone. This time, it shouldn’t be as long as ‘Special Agent Han’. Uh, it should be…