Pushed Into The Dirt By Fate

Specialty, being very good at fighting?

The Wa people were stunned at first, then burst into laughter.

A Glass Person, claiming to be good at fighting in front of so many Radiators, was simply a joke.

Even when discussing those of the same level, Gaoxin didn't look strong; he was even a bit refined.

"Hahahaha! What did you say? Say it again." Sasaki roared with laughter, doubting if he had heard correctly.

Gaoxin stared into his eyes and said earnestly, "I am very good at fighting."

Sasaki didn't yell "Baka" because he found it amusing.

Instead, he asked, "Oh? How good are you at fighting?"

Gaoxin said with a straight face, "I can defeat the so-called Superior Glass People you speak of."

Everyone immediately understood his meaning: if he could defeat Superior Glass People, then he was naturally a Superior Glass Person himself!

It had nothing to do with how much strength they possessed or how many times their body weight they could lift.

Once this 'specialty' was established, they would undoubtedly be promoted to Superior.

But as a person, these two things were different. Things they couldn't lift, they simply couldn't lift, no matter how much they burst or how fiercely they tried; it would never exceed their own limits.

However, in a one-on-one fight, many factors influenced the battle. A person might not be able to kill someone stronger than themselves.

This was an opportunity, even if it was a very slim one.

But Gaoxin had no other choice; he had to go all out. At least this way, the enhancements to his brain could be put to use.

Mind Shift No. 1, inject immediately.

Gaoxin clenched his fist, silently injecting the syringe he bought for 30 points into his body.

If it were a real fight, analyzing logic and language wouldn't matter. He had no combat experience and couldn't analyze much. What was needed more at this moment was intuition, the subconscious.

"Heh heh, what did you learn? Karate? No, your palms definitely haven't been trained. Could it be Jiu-Jitsu?"

Sasaki teased, and the other Wa people laughed.

They had keen eyes and could tell that Gaoxin likely hadn't trained in any martial arts.

Gaoxin honestly replied, "I really haven't learned anything."

Sasaki asked again, "Then what kind of professional training have you received?"

Gaoxin shook his head again. His physique wasn't particularly good, he hadn't received professional training, and he hadn't even maintained a regular fitness routine.

He could be described as the most ordinary and mediocre person.

Sasaki sneered, "Then you're talking nonsense. Go get your weight measured."

However, Gaoxin didn't move, stating firmly, "Let me fight once, and I will definitely win!"

"Baka!"

Sasaki was a little angry and slapped him.

Blood seeped from the corner of Gaoxin's mouth, half his face went numb, and his head buzzed.

Luo Yan watched him from behind with concern. He knew Gaoxin was gambling with his life, but there was no way to win like this.

With no skills, how could he defeat a Superior Glass Person?

Even so, Sasaki couldn't be bothered to give him a chance, likely not wanting to waste time.

Others whispered, thinking he was about to give up.

But unexpectedly, Gaoxin remained standing, lifting his blood-stained lips and saying earnestly, "Just let me fight once! Why are you making a move? Are you a Superior Glass Person?"

Sasaki was stunned. What the hell? What did that question mean? Did he want to fight him too?

"Baka!"

Sasaki slapped him again.

Gaoxin's teeth felt loose, and he was already a bit dizzy.

It seemed like some kind of drug was taking effect, making him a little dazed, and a very strange feeling suddenly arose.

His consciousness seemed to be detaching from himself. Then, a torrent of immense noise and external information directly impacted him, bypassing any logical processing.

This feeling was completely different from what Gaoxin had imagined.

It wasn't just that his logical abilities were declining; it was... he felt like he was losing the ability to think.

The world wasn't as people saw and remembered it. What the human eye saw was actually analyzed and processed by the brain. Remembering things also required establishing logical relationships between them first; otherwise, it would be difficult to remember.

But now, his logical abilities were being lost layer by layer!

Like an onion, they were being peeled away bit by bit, causing the entire world to shed its disguise in his eyes, impacting his mind in the most direct way.

"This medicine... the side effects are too severe..."

Perhaps because his mind was a bit unclear, he became even more stubborn, entering a state of complete inflexibility.

Instead, he mindlessly pushed away Sasaki's hand and growled, "Let me fight once! Or do I win if I take so many hits?"

Sasaki was completely confused by him, what did it mean? Was this a test? Was he testing combat power with slaps?

If Sasaki had used his full strength with that slap, he could have killed Gaoxin! Even if he wasn't at full strength, it would be enough to make an ordinary person beg for mercy.

But now, he was only lightly slapping them because they had already officially accepted their status as slaves.

This was enough to deter the newcomers and leave them with lingering fear.

He didn't expect Gaoxin to still dare to put up a fight.

His mouth was really tough!

He immediately raised his hand to slap down again, this time he could kill Gaoxin.

However, this time, Fúshé interrupted, "Enough."

Sasaki instantly retracted his hand, his palm stopping beside Gaoxin. The wind from his palm stirred Gaoxin's hair, stinging his skin.

Fúshé looked at him and said, "Gaoxin, right? Very good, very spirited."

"I'm very interested in your specialty. I'll give you a chance to defeat a Superior Glass Person on the spot."

"It doesn't matter, I will definitely win," Gaoxin said with determination.

This was his original goal, but he hadn't expected that because he seemed too ordinary, it would lead to unexpected complications.

He had taken two hits and was already injured before the fight even began.

"You two come here," Sasaki beckoned, calling over the two individuals who had already been tested and rated as superior.

One of them was of Russian descent, named Luo Ban. He was two meters tall with an extremely muscular physique, a genuine murderer.

The other was Sule! He was one meter seventy-nine tall, but his lean muscles possessed extreme explosiveness, and he was a forest ranger.

Despite his well-proportioned physique and lack of overly developed muscles, Sule was the first Superior Glass Person to meet the strength requirement.

Based on weight, Sule was more suitable for testing Gaoxin, as they were in the same weight class.

Luo Yan looked at Sule and suddenly rejoiced in his heart, "Xin! Is this your true intention?"

Sule and Gaoxin knew each other. When they were divided into groups by the coast, he was the first to be assigned to Gaoxin's side, the first to call him Brother Xin Ku, and they had even gone through life and death together since then.

Without a doubt, if Sule, a Superior Glass Person, were to test Gaoxin, he could go easy on him.

Meaning... he could put on a show!

Gaoxin was already committed, with no turning back. He had to win, and when he made that decision, he was prepared to fight with all his might.

Sule could fight Gaoxin intensely without actually winning, and just when Gaoxin was about to collapse, he could pretend to make a mistake and lose.

This way, Gaoxin would become a Superior Glass Person and could choose a team within the Redemption Squad. Later, when they were in the unfamiliar environment of the Redemption Squad, they could always look out for each other.

"You go ahead..." Sasaki pointed at Sule, clearly unaware of their relationship.

Sule nodded and stepped forward, standing opposite Gaoxin. His face was expressionless, but his heart was filled with joy.

However, at that moment, Fúshé suddenly smiled, "Wait a moment!"

"You two know each other, don't you? It wouldn't be as interesting if you went easy on each other."

Luo Yan and Sule were both shocked: "What? Did this guy figure it out?"

Sule quickly looked at the tall Russian, wondering if he was going to fight Luo Ban.

This was a disaster. Luo Ban didn't know Gaoxin at all.

Moreover, this guy had killed people outside; he was a genuine ruthless criminal, and he probably wouldn't hold back.

"Just don't use the newcomer..." Fúshé said with a sinister smile.

Sule's brow furrowed. He had been thinking too wishfully just now.

That's right, if Fúshé was worried about them going easy, he would simply not use the newcomer and instead use a Superior Glass Person from his own team.

This was bad. In that case, Gaoxin would have to fight head-on, with no possibility of taking shortcuts.

He looked at Gaoxin with concern.

Unexpectedly, Gaoxin blurted out in a daze, "Then do I have to fight Brother Baka?"

Sasaki saw Gaoxin pointing at him and was stunned: Brother Baka? Who? Me?

Was this respect, or was he calling him an idiot?

Pfft, some of the surrounding Black Hand Gang members chuckled. Their colleagues weren't afraid of him and instead mocked him because of this nickname.

Sasaki's face darkened, killing intent filling his eyes. He instinctively wanted to shout "Baka," but stopped himself. Wouldn't saying "Baka" now make him even more of a laughingstock?

Fúshé also smiled, "Sasaki is a member of the Yakuza Black Hand, Sub-Wolf Level."

"His normal strength reaches fifteen times his body weight, and he can lift a three-ton car."

"Even though he is weakened now due to Organ Overclocking, he is still strong enough to smash you into a pulp."

Everyone was shocked, finally understanding Sasaki's combat power. Lifting a three-ton car? No wonder he was so formidable. Forget people; one hit from him could probably smash a car to pieces.

And this was just his normal strength; his true combat power was even harder to estimate.

"Glass People should fight Glass People. Someone, go and call Daishan Beida over."

Fúshé spoke, and someone immediately complied.

In a short while, a tall, imposing middle-aged man in a white martial arts uniform arrived.

"Lord Fúshé!" he said, kneeling on both knees.

Fúshé asked, "Daishan, have you not regressed?"

Daishan Beida's face flushed with shame, and he quickly replied, "This humble one trains in karate day and night, not daring to slack off for a single day."

Fúshé had a bull brought over. "Let me see your progress."

Daishan Beida knew this was an opportunity to show off in front of the newcomers. He immediately walked up to the bull, let out a roar, grabbed its leg, and with a bend of his waist, lifted the bull onto his shoulder!

The bull panicked and thrashed about, bellowing.

But Daishan Beida held his stance, his body swaying, yet he didn't put it down. Instead, he exerted all his strength, lifting the bull above his head!

The newcomers were all aghast. This is a Glass Person?

Although the bull seemed a bit thin, weighing less than 400 kilograms, it was still substantial.

Especially since the bull itself was very strong, and its thrashing made it even more difficult to handle.

It was much harder than the previous test of pushing slowly against a machine.

"Bang!"

Daishan Beida didn't lift it for long before throwing the bull.

The bull landed on the ground, got up again, completely terrified, and ran around wildly.

"Kill it," Fúshé said calmly.

Daishan Beida understood immediately. He strode forward, grabbed the bull's horns with one hand, and with the other hand transformed into a blade, he chopped down hard on the bull's head.

A dull thud echoed, and the bull collapsed, dead, without a sound.

Daishan Beida didn't stop. He chopped again, and with a crack, he severed the bull's horns!

Holding the severed horns, he approached Fúshé and knelt, presenting them. "My lord, the bull has been killed."

The newcomers were stunned, and even Sule and Luo Ban's eyes widened... This was a true Superior Glass Person.

Fúshé toyed with the bull's horns and asked, "What is your current weight?"

"One hundred and fifty kilograms," Daishan Beida replied.

Fúshé said playfully to Gaoxin, "What do you think? He's one of our Enforcer group's Superior Glass People. How about a one-on-one fight with him?"

Luo Yan was taken aback. A Glass Person is in the Enforcer group? Because he's strong? No, it's probably because he's a Wa person, and they'll eventually train him into a Radiator.

Should Gaoxin fight this guy?

Gaoxin weighed seventy kilograms, and his opponent was more than twice his weight! Moreover, he was a genuine combat expert, and by the looks of it, a karate master.

Luo Yan was speechless. How could I possibly agree to this?

However, Gaoxin still said without hesitation, "Okay."

It was as if he hadn't thought it through at all.

"Huh?" Luo Yan's eyes widened. Has Gaoxin gone mad? He could still fight against Superior Glass People like Sule and Luo Ban, but how can he fight this guy? This is going to get him killed!

The Prey Group might also be a death sentence, but there might be a chance. But Daishan Beida was too strong; in a head-on fight like this, with real weapons, there was basically no hope.

Even Fúshé and the others were shocked. Seeing Gaoxin's serious expression, they couldn't help but wonder: Could this kid really have the strength? Is he not just bluffing?

No, everyone could see that Gaoxin's face was swollen, a result of Sasaki's slap earlier.

It was clearly and significantly swollen, red to the point of bleeding, and he was not lightly injured. It was obvious he had no special abilities.

It truly lived up to the saying: "swollen face to look fat."

"This is bad, Gaoxin is trapped now. He only knows how to be stubborn to the end."

Luo Yan noticed Gaoxin's eyes. Besides determination, there was a hint of numbness. Combined with his swollen face, it gave him a dazed appearance.

He realized that Gaoxin was being stubbornly forceful without thinking, as if he had no other choice.

In fact, one could say he had lost his reason!

"Are you confident?" Fúshé asked suspiciously.

Gaoxin said decisively, "Bring it on, I will win."

With that, he stepped forward proactively, already standing in front of Daishan Beida.

Then, he glared with his eyes and charged forward like a madman, throwing a full-power punch.

At this moment, everyone believed him. He was truly strong.

"Go, Brother Xin Ku!" Sule couldn't help but shout.

The newcomers' eyes widened, unsure what they were anticipating.

Daishan Beida didn't know where the opponent's confidence came from. For a moment, he even felt apprehensive: Will I lose?

He stood ready, concentrating his mind, and dodged the punch.

He then pushed hard, hitting Gaoxin directly in the chest.

"Bang!"

Gaoxin was sent flying backward, doing a one-and-a-half flip in mid-air, rolling three meters before falling to the ground.

With a "pfft," came the sound of Gaoxin spitting blood, and also the sound of many people unable to hold back their laughter, mocking him.

His facade was broken, his bragging finally exposed.

What a joke, he was just as they had judged him before, a completely ordinary person.

He said he would definitely win, win with what?

The newcomers sighed, realizing he was just putting on a brave face.

This was reality, reality had slapped him into the dirt, instantly defeating him.

"Hahaha!" Sasaki roared with laughter, and the scene was filled with merriment.

Fúshé also showed a look of hearty amusement; this was exactly the kind of entertainment he wanted to see. Just a Glass Person.

"Didn't you say you would definitely win? I haven't had my fill yet."

Gaoxin, hearing everyone's mockery, shakily stood up. "Yeah... I will win..."

"It's not over yet, I can fight really well..."

He coughed up blood. That last blow had broken his ribs.

Even the slightest movement was agonizingly painful.

His face contorted, a physiological reaction he couldn't control.

The newcomers watched, thinking, Can't he just stay down? Why is he still bragging?

Why can't he just be a good servant, quietly working hard to earn the status of a Mediocre Glass Person? He should be able to live for a long time.

Why does he have to take such a beating? Doesn't it hurt?

Of course, it hurt Gaoxin, but he still stood up.

Fúshé shrugged. "Alright, continue, continue."

Without hesitation, Gaoxin charged at Daishan Beida, still throwing punches with all his might.

"Bang!"

This time, Daishan Beida didn't even bother to dodge, swatting him away with another palm strike.

After doing so, he glanced back at Fúshé, saw the smile on Fúshé's face, and realized he was enjoying himself. He then turned back and resumed his stance.

Daishan Beida was clear about his role. He planned to go a little easier next time, not to kill this ordinary person too quickly.

He knew this was just a staged match. In Fúshé's eyes, he and that ordinary person were no different; they were both just Glass People, just toys.

If he didn't entertain Fúshé enough, if he killed him too quickly, it would be his fault.

"Bang!"

Gaoxin was sent flying again and again, but each time he continued to fight.

He showed no intention of admitting defeat.

Luo Yan saw that Gaoxin had become numb, lost in a daze, reckless and fearless of death.

This fearlessness was akin to giving up!

He was gambling with his own life, throwing caution to the wind, daring them to kill him if they wished. He was extremely emotional, but before he died, he absolutely wouldn't admit to having no hope of winning.

Don't ask why, just know that he would win, his mouth would remain stubborn even in death.

He might even have convinced himself.

Since being framed, Gaoxin had been hit by a series of blows. Had his mentality collapsed? Had he finally broken down and lost his mind?

"Your resolve is truly unyielding."

"Have you lost the ability to adapt?"

Only Luo Yan and Sule felt sadness in the crowd.

No, Meimei was there too. She unknowingly came to Luo Yan's side. "What's wrong with him? Why is he being so stubborn?"

She called it stubbornness, which was already a euphemism. She had even considered asking if Gaoxin had completely lost his mind.

Luo Yan said bitterly, "Have you ever met someone with no talent, no way out, who doesn't even know what they can or cannot do?"

"Life is always accompanied by failure, yet even so, they refuse to bow their heads. Instead, they console themselves, saying this doesn't matter, that doesn't matter. In the end, they truly numb themselves, as if nothing matters anymore, and the worst that can happen is death."

Sule touched his face. "Are you talking about me? When I fail, I say I knew it was useless from the start. When I succeed, I say this is what I wanted to do."

Luo Yan shook his head. "He is such an ordinary person, and he was framed to be here. After everything that happened on the island, he finally managed to get a chance to change his fate with all his might yesterday, only to have it all fall apart today..."

"This kind of failure, running through his entire life, is probably a microcosm of his existence."

"In the past, he could tell himself 'it doesn't matter' countless times, treating it as the price for his mistakes. But this time, he cannot bear it, because he did nothing wrong, yet he was sent to this island... He gave his all, yet he still has to endure irreversible pain."

"So this time, he 'cares'."

"When ordinary people face desperate situations, they only have two choices: either admit their mediocrity and fail while alive, or never admit it and choose to fail in death, so at least they won't taste the feeling of defeat themselves..."

"He chose the latter. Life must have at least one moment of true recklessness."

Sule gritted his teeth and said, "Why must it be failure?"

Luo Yan said helplessly, "What else? Without bloodline, without strength, that's all there is."

"If he were content to be a slave and live a life of subservience, so be it. But he insisted on breaking free from this desperate situation, refusing to accept his fate."

"This is a gamble of life for a chance, a real fight with no shortcuts. Even if this chance is bound to fail, even if he's ridiculed, it's the only thing he can do now. He's no longer considering the outcome. Anyway, he's already used to failing after such desperate struggles."

"He is already enjoying the process of going all out. Perhaps only in this way can he feel that he is in control of his own life."

P.S.: Sorry.