Although with the development of technology, the martial arts faction has long declined in these debates, such arguments have never ceased.

“Three hundred years ago, Mr. Sullivan's boxing skills were said to be the best, but didn't he still die under rifles, cannons, and strafing planes? Doesn't that say it all?”

The young man pressed his advantage, his words as sharp as knives:

“And now people brag about Sir tearing tanks apart with his bare hands, a one-man army—don't you find that ridiculous?”

“Hmph!”

The middle-aged man's chest heaved, the flush on his face slowly fading:

“I don't care about the rest of what you said, but when you talk about Mr. Sullivan, then I have to teach you what martial arts really are.”

“Oh? You want to hit me?”

The young man suddenly stood up:

“Come on, come on, do you think I, Andrew Martinez, am afraid of you?”

“Fine!”

The middle-aged man nodded and was about to get up.

“Sigh.”

Brian Smith let out a sigh and reached out to press down on the middle-aged man's wrist:

“Big brother, think carefully. Fighting is illegal, disturbing the order on the train means detention. If you hit him here, you'll be spending the New Year in a detention center.”

Although his boxing skills had faded a lot with his weakening body, his eye for people had only improved.

This middle-aged man, though thin, had a sturdy frame and thick calluses on both hands—clearly, he had considerable skill in external martial arts.

If the two really fought, that young man called Andrew Martinez, aside from his loud voice, probably wouldn't be of any use at all.

“Andrew Martinez, you lunatic, what are you trying to do again?! Tell me, how many times have I gone to the detention center with you?!”

The young man's companion was also angry, grabbing Andrew Martinez's hand:

“One of these days, you're going to get me killed, you bastard!”

The Great Xuan martial arts trend was at its peak, but at the same time, public security was extremely strict. If a fight broke out, regardless of who was right or wrong, everyone would be detained.

“David Thompson, let go of me!”

Andrew Martinez felt a bit guilty after his companion's outburst, and let himself be pushed back into his seat, still loud, but not really struggling.

“I…”

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, hesitating.

“After working hard all year away from home, the New Year is coming—think of your kids.”

Brian Smith patted him on the shoulder:

“You're not at the age to be picking fights anymore. Why get into it with a kid?”

A kid?

The middle-aged man's mouth twitched—your face looks even younger than his.

“Sorry about this, big brother. My friend is too impulsive.”

David Thompson gave a wry smile, apologizing for his companion.

The middle-aged man unclenched his fist, put his headphones back on, and didn't even glance at Andrew Martinez.

“A kid?”

Andrew Martinez snorted twice, glared at Brian Smith, but under his companion's fiery gaze, he held himself back.

The other passengers, seeing that the excitement was over, dispersed.

Brian Smith naturally couldn't be bothered with Andrew Martinez, leaning back in his seat, his peripheral vision sweeping over the middle-aged man's phone screen.

At this moment, the movie had ended, and on the black screen, the deeds of the legendary Adam Sullivan were scrolling by.

As well as his years of birth and death.

Chapter Five: Exchange in the Universe!

“Adam Sullivan…”

As Brian Smith narrowed his eyes slightly, familiar words gradually appeared in his field of vision:

[Adam Sullivan, Kaiyuan 9460–9496…]

Kaiyuan was the era name of the first emperor of the first unified dynasty of Great Xuan, and as Great Xuan came into contact with other nations, it gradually became the global standard.

Now, it was Kaiyuan 9819.

That Mr. Sullivan had already passed away three hundred years ago. Whether it was possible to trace back to the history of three hundred years ago, Brian Smith didn't know, but he had to try.

Because, up to now, this legendary Mr. Sullivan of Great Xuan was already his only hope.

Buzz～

As Brian Smith focused his mind, the panel recording all information about Adam Sullivan shattered into countless points of light before his eyes.

Those points of light flashed before his eyes.

Brian Smith's vision blurred, as if a sky full of stars unfolded before him.

Then, those countless stars all drew closer to him, each one representing a scene, as if recording the legendary life of Mr. Sullivan.

“So that is Mr. Sullivan's past?”

Brian Smith's mind wavered.

Adam Sullivan was the most legendary boxer in Great Xuan—and even the world—in the past three hundred years, revered as a deity by countless martial artists, with some even setting up ancestral tablets and casting statues in his honor.

To witness the legendary deeds of such a man—even someone as steady as Brian Smith couldn't help but feel anticipation.

Buzz～

But just then, the sea of stars suddenly trembled, began to distort, and disappeared.

It was as if an invisible chasm lay ahead, blocking the way.

“Not good!”

Brian Smith became alert and immediately cut off the connection.

Pfft～

Brian Smith felt dizzy, nearly fainting, and felt as if something deep in his mind was leaking air like a punctured tire.

His spirit instantly became listless, and it took a long while before he recovered:

“Is it that my physical and mental strength aren't enough to let me see three hundred years into the past, or is it because Mr. Sullivan is no longer alive? Or both…”

“Little brother? Are you alright?”

The middle-aged man turned off his phone, frowning slightly.

Across from him, Andrew Martinez and David Thompson exchanged a glance, but said nothing.