She said in a gentle voice:
"Brother Wu."
"In boxing, it's oneself that you compete against. If you don't possess a sufficient self, your punches won't show flair."
Wu Xiaode got up from the ground and gasped, "What is your self?"
Shen Xiujun said proudly:
"My self is purer, greater, and more irresistible than that of all beings."
"It is destruction."
Wu Xiaode closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded and said:
"I kind of understand now."
"A punch is an extension of all the energy one possesses, and this energy is not just reckless violence, but all that a person is as a flesh and blood entity."
"Boxing is using all that you are to take hits from, or to hit, another."
Shen Xiujun smiled silently.
Thinking carefully, how many beings have I slain?
I can't remember.
But among all the forgettable killings and destruction, the person before me could truly be considered of genuine talent and beauty.
Only such a person—
Is worthy to drag me into this mission.
