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Chapter 1034 - 1034 527 Pale Origin Fall (4000)

Chapter 1034: 527 Pale Origin Fall (4000) Chapter 1034: 527 Pale Origin Fall (4000) The White Bird Sacred Fist was pragmatic, no fanciful tricks at all.

Upon the first encounter with Casio, the Nan Dou Successor, it was mentioned that a generous gift would be bestowed. And now, there was talk of excavating the heart of the Tree from the Pale Origin of the Ultimate Dark Entity to complement the Undying Flames of the Yan Yang Sacred Fist.

This provided optimal conditions for the Qi refinement Casio was about to undergo.

Even between teacher and student, it could hardly be more generous.

Under the sky filled with white ash, the teams from the Secret Martial Arts World and Black Rain Villa were besieging and destroying the dense network of roots surrounding the Pale Origin. Of course, when described as dense, that was relative to the five main roots as thick as pillars themselves. Even the shortest and thinnest among them was the size of a building, terrifyingly powerful.

They were also imbued with Supreme Ripple energy, with overwhelming force.

Bang!

Ripple Master Mongki suddenly opened and closed his right hand with bulging veins, and in the next second, clenched it tightly. The middle finger adorned with the Thunder Ripple Ring shone brilliantly.

A violet Ripple giant hand surged toward the sky, smashing into a pale root that swiped across. With a massive blast, two fingers of the hand of thunder burst apart. A hole approximately the size of several rooms appeared on the pale root, but that was just a scratch on the massive root, not a significant injury.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The hand of thunder and the pale root struck each other repeatedly. The exploding ripples of the two colors formed sparkling lights that fluttered down from the sky, gradually fading away.

Boom! After the final collision, the hand of thunder completely shattered.

Ripple Master Mongki, in midair, suddenly somersaulted and landed among the ranks of Black Rain Villa. He steadied himself, looking warily toward the explosion site. A pale root, resembling a giant python with pale scales, danced in the air, covered with a dirt-yellow Ripple. Its surface bore fine traces of destruction, especially at the tip, which was shortened by about one-fifth. Mongki felt a pang of frustration at the sight of the results of his hard-fought battle.

This entity known as Pale Origin behind the scenes of Immortal Island was the true hidden hand behind thousands of years of the Ripple master organizations.

It was too powerful, almost beyond the resistance of humans.

Mongki himself was one of the top four in Black Rain Villa, wielding an ancestor’s Supreme Ring of Thunder Spirit, with strength almost on par with the current Bing Ling. Yet, his full strength couldn’t destroy even one root. It’s worth noting that the root Mongki chose was not one of the thickest five roots of the Pale Origin, nor even the second tier that contained dozens, but rather the hundreds of roots in the third tier.

If you consider that…

To contain these third-tier roots would require at least a hundred masters of Mongki’s level. What about the second-tier roots, or the first-tier? The situation became even more despairing. Is this the truth? The existence of Paradise, the so-called eternal life, relied on an incredibly powerful source indeed! No wonder the past Thunder Spirit told him to flee desperately and never to investigate the truth behind the scenes or step foot on Immortal Island again.

If this mission comprised only the forces of Black Rain Villa led by him and the fearsome Black Dragon, they would probably have turned into a pile of bones by now, becoming nourishment for the tree roots, reduced to dregs. Fortunately, he had previously allied with Casio and offered the Ancient White Bone Tree for their mutual advance and retreat.

“That silhouette of the White Bird, and that golden red flame ascending into the high sky, what exactly are they? To have actually suppressed such a terrifying entity behind Paradise, tilting the scale of victory…”

Mongki murmured to himself, his eyes reflecting white light and firelight.

On the other hand, in the Secret Martial Arts World camp.

All the fighters were excited, ecstatic beyond words.

Because they had witnessed the Sacred Fist, two Sacred Fists!!! The blazing, fervent Qi, the elegant and cruel Qi that transformed into a White Bird. So beautiful, so powerful, so desirable!

Is this the ultimate expression and cultivation of Secret Martial Art?

Every punch, every kick seemed to contain the secrets of the world, interpreting endless Boxing Theory. Every attack caused pain and trembling in this being akin to the World Tree, creating through holes and cavities on the surface of its trunk. The gliding water bird left an imprint on everyone’s hearts!

A sense of indescribable holiness filled their chests.

“I can die without regrets now that I’ve seen the Sacred Fist in full action in my lifetime…” said an old fighter with white hair looking up at the sky, his face filled with a look of age and vicissitude, tears welling up in his eyes.

“To see two Sacred Fists at once, hahaha…” said a slightly younger fighter whose spirit was incredibly aroused, with bright, spirited eyes, almost boiling with Qi: “The master did not deceive me; the Sacred Fist that rivals the heavens indeed exists. That desirable Realm is not a fantasy…”

“It’s an honor, truly exhilarating, to fight alongside two Sacred Fists.” A hearty, vigorous man wrapped in Qi, bursting forth like a shell, collided with the roots. His comment was, in fact, a self-aggrandizing statement. It wasn’t just him; even the entirety of the Secret Martial Arts World team was merely a support for the two Sacred Fists, hardly even the icing on the cake. Of course, if you stretch it, it could be seen that way. To fight alongside Sacred Fists was indeed an honor for a Secret Martial Artist.