Chapter 3435: The Enemy of Iron Fist (Part 2) (1/2)

Could it be that there are evildoers even in places like Chijin Town with simple folk customs and pious beliefs?

This appalling speculation made many townspeople worried and could not sleep all night.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, news came from the Fist Temple-someone reported and caught an evil spiritist.

It was people who got the money, and an evil, weak, and dirty machine was seized on the spot.

At this moment, the crack in the sky had a reasonable explanation.

However, the townspeople became more panicked and angry. Everyone gritted their teeth, their fists pounded their chests, and cursed the **** evil spirits loudly. Why should the power of demons be introduced to this glorious town? Shame and disaster.

In order to calm the townsfolk's emotions, the Fist Temple decided overnight to publicly try this evil Daoist in the morning.

When the news spread, just before dawn, the people of the town, including the hunting and cultivating teams, and even other towns within a radius of one hundred and ten miles, had a large crowd of people flocking to the altar of the Boxing Temple in the center of Chijin Town.

The voices were full of voices, shoulder to shoulder, everyone stood on their toes, waiting to see the evil Daoists receive their due ruling-at this moment, the sky had just turned into a azure blue color.

The crack is still lying in the sky.

It seems to remind people of the anger of Fist God.

As day and night alternate, the sky changes color, and the color of the cracks also changes.

In the dark night, it was dazzling and pale.

At dawn, as the morning glow is shining and the sky is blood red, it turns into a pink like baby's lips.

Now, the sky is getting bluer and blue, and the cracks are getting more and more transparent. If you don't look carefully, it is like a faint smoke or a scar that has healed long ago.

——But no matter how transparent and dim, the cracks still exist, as if the scars can never be smoothed.

Gus looked at the crack in the sky and felt that there was such a scar on his heart.

His heart was about to split.

Things shouldn't be like this, Gus said in his heart.

Since he reported the crime of a classmate's possession of machinery last night, it was like being caught in a turbulent torrent, everything changed and progressed rapidly, completely beyond his control.

Gus is a thin and shy teenager, very delicate, a bit shorter than his peers. If he wrestles in the iron fist school, even a classmate who is two years younger than him can easily defeat him.

He has a cowardly and kind-hearted character. When he goes out hunting, even if he encounters a herbivore that is not dangerous and is injured and fell to the ground, it is difficult to kill him.

In the world of boxing **** where Wu is the respect and the iron fist is the king, such a physique and character are naturally ridiculed and ridiculed, and life in school and town is quite difficult.

Even so, Gus swears that he would never report his classmates because of ”jealous” or ”hate”. He wanted to help his classmates get rid of the entanglement of monsters and return to iron fist from the heart. The way!

but why……

Gus saw that more and more people gathered in front of the Fist Temple.

The masters and apprentices of the major boxing gyms in the town, the classmates of the iron fist school, the blood-stained hunters in animal skins, the wandering fighters with their temples high and dusty, all of them staring at their fists intently. A temporary judgment stand outside the temple.

Look at him too.

Gus seemed to hear them sneer and pointed at him.