I'm a Buddhist foster child

Because of his mother's depression, she couldn't continue to run the cake shop, and the family's savings were getting less and less. Because of lack of money, she couldn't live, so her mother dragged Yang Jian to the underground boxing ring.

There, there are no rules, knocking down opponents to the ground is not the goal, watching the blood and flesh flying everywhere, the audience is clamoring, the high bonus makes them devoid of humanity, and Yang Jian back then was still very young...

Yang Jian had never learned boxing, he knew nothing, was hit on the ground again and again, and lost consciousness, but his opponent didn't give him any chance to breathe, and he made up hard punches one after another until...

Until Yang Jian collapsed on the ground like a dead dog.

At that time, Yang Jian learned a truth, if you don’t get up, someone will beat you up, in order to survive, do you want to be a dead dog or a mad dog?

Later, Yang Jian would never lose again...

Yang Jian opened his eyes, fixedly looking at the brilliant summer starry sky, and heard the shouts of Turkic warriors, he couldn't understand, it should be in Turkic language.

Amidst the shouts of the Turkic warriors and the astonished voices of the crowd, Yang Jian moved, slowly propped himself up, and stood up from the ground.

The forehead was still bleeding, and the blood ran across Yang Jian's pale skin and rolled down his cheeks, but he didn't care, as if he didn't realize that he was bleeding.

His eyes were full of sharp brilliance, like an excited ghost, the pain did not paralyze him, but made him tremble, trembling with excitement!

The corners of Yang Jian's lips parted, his smile widened little by little, and he slowly raised his hand, protecting his chin with one hand, and punched violently with the other hand.

"Bang!!!"

The Turkic warrior looked down on Yang Jian and didn't take it seriously at all. Seeing Yang Jian throwing a punch, he was negligent in guarding against it, but he didn't know that the punch hit the Turkic warrior's temple directly.

There was a buzzing sound in the Turkic warrior's head. This punch might not be very powerful, but it was very penetrating, which made him confused and horrified. He subconsciously shielded his left and right fists to protect the vitals of his brain.

Yang Jian let out a hoarse laugh of "hehe", threw the blood out with sharp movements, and immediately followed up the pursuit without giving the Turkic warrior any chance to breathe. He swung left and right and quickly hit the Turkic warrior's hands protecting his head. The Turkic warriors were already in a state of disarray, and the successive attacks really destroyed the Turkic warriors' defense.

Yang Jian knew his weaknesses as well as his strengths. He knew that his physical strength was far inferior to the Turkic warrior, so he had to be quick and precise. Seeing the Turkic warrior opened his defense, he immediately punched the Turkic warrior in the abdomen.

The Turkic warrior was about to defend, but Yang Jian had already punched the head and hit the side of the Turkic warrior's neck with skillful force. The Turkic warrior didn't even yell, and completely lost consciousness. "Gudong" his body softened, and he collapsed in front of his eyes like a mountain. He fell to the ground motionless.

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Yang Jian's forehead was still bleeding, because of his excitement, because of his punching, the blood flow became more severe, but Yang Jian didn't take it seriously, raised his hand, and rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, the blood stained Yang Jian's face. The back of his hand was extremely sharp and pungent.

Yang Jian lightly licked the blood on the back of his hand, and exhaled deeply, clearly looking at the fallen Turkic warrior, but he didn't seem to be talking to the Turkic warrior.

With a hoarse and low voice, he said quietly, "Do you want to be a dead dog knocked down to the ground, or a rampant...mad dog?"