Chapter 1: The Legend of the Immortal

  (This is a story that takes place on Planet Ball, any similarities are purely coincidental!)

  What is the deadliest combat sport in the world? Muay Thai? Kickboxing? No holds barred fighting?

  The mortality rate of these games is indeed very high, but compared to the underground boxing matches, it's really just a small trick. The world's top underground boxing matches are almost always 100% mortality rates.

  Any boxer who participated in underground boxing matches could not guarantee that they would walk out of the ring alive, at least five years ago.

  As for why I mentioned five years ago?

  Because in these five years, there has been an Oriental man who, no matter who his opponent is or how strong he is, always walks down the ring last.

  His real name was unknown to anyone except for a few middlemen and big bosses, but his nickname had already spread throughout the American underworld.

  This man is one of the "undead" from San Francisco, California, USA.

  A very strange title, but no one dares to underestimate it. As a person who was cut by a blade hidden in the mouth during an underground boxing match and did not die, he deserves this title.

  At this time, in the VIP room of a nightclub in San Francisco, several foreigners were respectfully sitting next to a blond-haired man in his 40s.

  And this blond giant, suddenly picked up the wine glass on the table and smashed it against the wall in anger, cursing: "Oh, shit! That bastard Tang, is he playing me? Go to China to farm? Sell what, what eggs?"

  "Boss, it's tea egg!"

  "Oh no, damn tea egg, this bastard must have been bought off by another boss, he wants to leave us, he has to pay a terrible price!"

  "Boss, Jack and his men have taken him away. Believe me, it won't be long before that scum is crying and begging for your forgiveness!"

  "Bang!"

  Just as a few foreigners were flattering the blond giant, the door of the private room was suddenly kicked open.

  Then a 'pig-headed' human figure with a skull-printed short-sleeved shirt flew in.

  "Hi, Billy!"

  A magnetic voice suddenly sounded at the door, and then a man of oriental appearance wearing a black vest, jeans, and black sports shoes walked in.

  The blond-haired big man inside the house and those devils were all scared to stand up.

  The man who walked into the house was about twenty years old, with a clean-shaven head, looking very neat and tidy. His skin was slightly dark, and his facial features were strong and angular. He was about 183 cm tall, with a sturdy build, and the black vest he wore was slightly puffed out. His two arms were also thicker than those of an average person, but fortunately not as exaggerated as those of bodybuilders. At this moment, his eagle-like eyes quietly scanned everything in the room.

  A very charming man, also very masculine, this kind of person is the favorite of those socialites, and if a certain part is as charming as his appearance, then it's perfect.

  After a while, he suddenly smiled and put his right hand back on his waist. In an instant, he drew out a black handgun.

  "Hey, damn Tang, didn't your mother teach you not to point a gun at people?" The blond giant quickly pulled the little brother in front of him and shouted.

  However, the Eastern man smiled slightly and suddenly turned the muzzle towards his own arm.

  "Bang!" The bullet shot out instantly, and the bullet head also drilled into his left arm, but the bullet head stopped after entering only one millimeter.

  Then the Eastern man squeezed his left arm and the bullet head fell to the ground.

  "Haha, Billy, I forgot to tell you that I actually attended classes at Xavier's school, and Professor X is actually my teacher. And I also have a brother named Wolverine! But don't worry, I'm going to China soon, and hopefully we won't meet again in this lifetime!" The Eastern man said with a smile, then turned around and walked out of the room.

  After a while, the big man called Billy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cursed: "Shit, that damn bastard, not participating in America's Got Talent is really a pity... Wolverine... I'm still great Magneto"

  "Alright, get out, get out, don't let me see your damned face again!"

  After a while, Billy finally calmed down and suddenly sighed: "Damn kid, why sell your eggs for nothing!"

  At this time, the Oriental man who had left the nightclub was walking towards his apartment with a man in his fifties wearing a suit.

  The middle-aged man following him at this moment was sweating profusely, but in his heart he was secretly thinking: "Is this what the Chinese call 'out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's lair'?"

  After half an hour, the two entered a luxurious apartment building. When they got into the elevator, the young man finally turned around and found the middle-aged man frowning: "Uncle, why are you still following me?"

  The middle-aged man was taken aback, a cross-shaped mark appearing on his forehead. But thinking of the young man's actions, he still smiled wryly in English and replied: "Friend, didn't you ask me to follow you? Have you forgotten that my wallet is still with you?"

  The young man suddenly remembered that the old man had been robbed by a few thugs earlier, and he happened to save him on his way. Then Billy's gunman also arrived, and after solving those troubles, he hurried to find Billy, and also brought the old man along.

  "This is your wallet, but you're really unlucky. To be honest, it's rare to encounter a pickpocket on this street. Maybe they targeted you because you look more honest than others. By the way, are you here for tourism?" The young man tossed over a black leather wallet with a casual tone.

  But the middle-aged man who received the slap was again a black line in his mind, and he angrily said: "How dare you, Heo Jin-ryong, the president of one of Korea's three major television stations, controlling the livelihoods of countless people. Those star actors, who doesn't bow their heads to me? This little punk actually dares to say I'm a bully! Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!"

  "What's your name!!!" Okay, this uncle named He Jinlie finally showed a fake smile and asked awkwardly.

  The young man looked at the elevator door, which opened and he walked out, saying casually: "My name is Tang Menglong, I'm home, if you're not busy, come in and have a cup of tea!"

  He Jinlie originally wanted to close the elevator door and leave, but after hearing Tangmen Long's words, he was stunned for a moment. He suddenly felt a strong curiosity about this kid, so he walked out of the elevator.

  However, this time Tang Menglong was stunned, looking at the uncle and secretly scolding him: "Cut it out, I just said a polite phrase, but never mind, anyway, in two days I'll be returning to my country. Unfortunately, my home from the previous life is no longer there."

  Last life?

  Okay, you didn't read wrong, it was the previous life. Tang Menglong was a typical lucky reborn person. In his previous life, he was just a young man from the countryside working in the city. He could be said to be simple-minded, every day except for work, he would watch anime, movies and other things online. 70% of his monthly salary was sent back home, and by the age of 25, he still hadn't had a girlfriend.

  But he never thought that he would be crushed to death by a falling object from a construction site.

  At that time, he didn't expect to be reborn on a planet called Ball Earth, and this world was no different from his previous life except for the name. Although he was born in a capitalist country, he still returned to China once, but couldn't find any traces of his past life.

  Reborn into the body of a five-year-old orphan in San Francisco's St. Mary's Orphanage, a standard abandoned child with no father or mother.

  As a reborn person, his academic qualifications did not exceed junior high school. He had never played stocks and had no scientific or cultural knowledge. He didn't even know the most basic method of making gunpowder. Of course, he knew some movie stuff. When he was 12 years old, he thought about making money by writing, but after using up a whole day, he only managed to squeeze out three farts and a dozen or so words, and then nothing else came out.

  As expected, reincarnation isn't easy for everyone.

  However, as if he were a reincarnated person, Tang Menglong also gradually discovered his own cheat device at the age of 13, that is, his body. Tang Menglong's physical functions are much higher than those of ordinary people, with great strength, speed and endurance. However, at that time, he did not know that his physical recovery ability was also abnormal.

  Until later under Billy's temptation, he started to fight underground boxing. In the first two years, although he was beaten, he also discovered his strong recovery ability, and relying on this, he remained undefeated.

  Moreover, in the third year, after being cut by a blade on his throat, the wound recovered 80% in just a few seconds. He then realized that he had really mutated, of course, at that time, a small wound was left behind, so those people thought he hadn't been seriously injured.

  Later, he also suffered assassination attempts by other bosses and intermediaries, which made him discover that even bullets could only cause minor injuries to him, of course, this was just ordinary bullet heads and non-vital parts, such as being shot in the eyes with a single bullet, he didn't know what to do, of course, some special bullet heads he never thought of trying, best not having this opportunity for a lifetime.

  But that's enough, in these five years, relying on underground boxing, he has earned almost eight million US dollars. Occasionally, he would also receive invitations from a few friends to work as a stuntman for some film crews, earning some extra money. At this moment, according to his thoughts, returning to China, opening a small supermarket, selling tea eggs, and finding a wife, that's all he needs in life.

  Although he grew up in the United States, Tang Menglong was not as simple as his previous life. However, his five-year career as a black boxer had already made him tired of it, and he hoped to live a simpler life.

  At this time, Tang Menglong opened the door of his own house and walked in. He said without looking back: "Uncle, remember to close the door after you come in!"

  "I endure!"

  After a while, He Jinlie also entered the living room. Unlike what he had imagined, although the furnishings were simple, there was no sense of clutter.

  Tang Menglong was currently boiling water in the kitchen, and it wasn't until a while later that he returned to the living room, carrying two tea cups which he placed on top of the tea tray. He then poured a cup of half a jin of green tea for He Jinlie.

  "Not bad, quite fragrant!" He Jinlie said with a polite sip.

  Tang Menglong nodded and thought to himself, "This inferior tea can satisfy him, I really don't know which country he's from!"

  He Jinlie looked at Tang Menglong without speaking, and took the initiative to start a conversation with him.

  The two of them chatted for almost an hour, and Tang Menglong didn't hide anything either. He told the other person about things like his underground boxing matches as if they were old friends, anyway it was just a fleeting encounter and he would be returning to his country in a few days, so he hadn't thought about having any further dealings with this uncle.

  He Jinlie was startled, but after thinking about what had happened before, he also calmed down a lot.

  "You're saying that in a few days you'll be going to China?" He Jinlie asked with some surprise upon hearing Tang Menglong say he was going to China. In his understanding, this American citizen still had quite a high gold content.

  Tang Menglong nodded, leaning on the sofa and looking out the window with a calm expression: "Yeah, life here doesn't suit me. I want to live a simpler life, so I'm planning to go to China and open a small supermarket, cook some tea eggs, and live a simple life!"

  When he heard this, He Jinlie was stunned, thinking of the boy's background, and had some sympathy. An orphan with no parents, didn't even know where his roots were. But thinking of his terrifying skills, his heart lit up, as if he thought of something, and said expectantly: "How about this, follow me to Korea!"

  "Korea? Where am I going for?" Tang Menglong looked at him strangely, having already known that he was Korean.

  He Jinlie laughed and said: "You're still young, maybe now you can be satisfied with a simple life, but it's not necessarily the case in a few years. However, there's no other meaning to this. Actually, I'm the president of a TV station, and coincidentally, there's also a small supermarket inside the station. Every year, we rent it out to some relatives of our employees. Now that it's already November, the operating rights for 2007 haven't been rented out yet. If you're willing, I can rent it to you!"

  Tang Menglong shook his head and said speechlessly: "Why did I have to run to Korea to open a supermarket! Forget it, thank you for your kindness, uncle!"

  Heo Jin-woo was taken aback, but then awkwardly said: "Actually, I think you look quite similar to people from our Great Korea, and besides, you're so capable. To let you into the TV station's security department, this security department doesn't require too high of a cultural level. You're so capable, later on just give you a ministerial title, be in charge of some basic scheduling matters. Only during large-scale events or important evening parties would you need to show up, other times you can just run the small sales department! This kind of life isn't bad either, just think of it as experiencing the customs of a foreign country!"

  Looking at Tang Menglong's uninterested expression, He Jinlie sighed and continued with a bitter smile: "You're only 23 years old, but you want to live the life that only older people would be willing to live. Korean girls are not bad, there are many beautiful girls on TV, you can work at the TV station, open a store, you're young and rich, who knows, you might even encounter a romantic relationship with a foreigner!"

  "Okay! I've decided to go to Korea with you!"

  He Jinlie's eyes widened in surprise as he stared at Tang Menglong, somewhat bewildered by the latter's sudden agreement.

  …

  Three days later, at San Francisco Airport, Tang Menglong and He Jinlie boarded a plane bound for South Korea together.

  And this also means that the "immortal" who once created countless myths in the American black market has finally become a legend.