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Chapter 1073 - 1073 545 The Strongest Man in the World (4300)_2

Chapter 1073: 545 The Strongest Man in the World (4300)_2 Chapter 1073: 545 The Strongest Man in the World (4300)_2 Genuinely good quality, accurate description, not the slightest bit unfair!

As for the Holy Fist Realm, the existence of the Dark Ultimate Entity, both were restricted by certain conditions that prevented them from fully descending into the Real World. Even the fallen Moon God, which was formed into the Moon God statue from hunks of meat.

Facing Casio wouldn’t end well for them.

As for Xiadu, well, he is someone who needs to be considered separately.

It is even questionable whether he is a person at all.

In summary, over thousands of years, regardless of the era, those who were only a step away from the Holy Fist Realm were powerful enough to push through the times undefeated!

In the woods, Casio raised his head. Through the gaps in the leaves, he saw the sky filled with an orange glow and clouds rolling like sea waves. In these heavily overlapping clouds, he sensed the coming storm: “Let the storm come even more fiercely…”

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May 31, tomorrow will be June. The end of the Era of Retrospection for Casio is on July 2, which means major events are set to occur within the next month.

About ten days ago, the Southern Crane Fist Style from abroad visited the Demon Figure Gate Master at the Demon Figure Gate. They brought not only the incomplete segments of the Qi Seal Inscription Method secret techniques but also an important piece of news. The Door Organization had returned and had started hunting medium and small Secret Martial Art schools stealthily six months ago.

Shortly after receiving this news, an upgraded version of the Disastrous Tunnel special realm appeared, also clearly the work of the Door Organization. There must be some covert connection between these two events; the Door Organization would not engage in meaningless actions.

Anything the Door Organization aims to do is bound to be opposed by the Demon Figure Gate!

Casio immediately ordered, dispatching some elites to regions where the Door Organization had been active recently, blocking their operations at every turn.

Most of these areas were abroad, a far journey. However, fortunately, the Demon Figure Gate had rapidly expanded in influence over the past two to three years. Even in some foreign nations, they held considerable power.

The deployment of the Demon Figure Gate’s elites ensured abundant logistical support.

Moreover, not just members of the Demon Figure Gate were involved, but also the local Secret Martial Arts World, upon hearing the news, were filled with righteous indignation and wanted to participate in this second large-scale extermination of the Door Organization. A vigorous action unfolded…

June 1, North Reef Continent, a medium-sized country named Gafa.

Gafa Kingdom, Maple County, Fire Maple Fist Mountain Gate.

This school’s mountain gate was established on a hill, boasting quite a picturesque scenery. In autumn, one could look down to see an expanse of fiery red maple leaves. Even now, in summer, one could enjoy lush scenery.

Fire Maple Fist had been thriving in the past couple of years, continuously recruiting fresh blood into the mountain gate, which brought considerable resources and wealth. As the Demon Figure Gate propelled the development of the world’s Secret Martial Arts, the base of potential new blood in the Secret Martial Arts World clearly began to expand. Many promising new talents emerged, creating a scene where a hundred schools of thought contended and blossomed.

Fire Maple Fist also took this opportunity to grow, going with the flow of the times. It quickly stood out in Maple County and gained some renown across the Gafa Kingdom. Gradually, it had moved beyond being an insignificant minor sect to become a third-rate sect worth mentioning.

Although it had just joined the ranks of third-rate sects, it was far stronger than before.

Given the current momentum, Fire Maple Fist had a promising future and the potential to grow into a second-rate sect. That is, provided no sudden disasters struck, such as attacks by dark creatures on the Magical Golem Sect, or continual hunting of medium and small schools by the Door Organization for some special purpose.

Unfortunately, Fire Maple Fist encountered the latter disaster.

That evening, as the sky darkened, a cool breeze swept through.

At the Fire Maple Fist Mountain Gate, several disciples in martial attire were on guard duty.

They chatted leisurely with each other, appearing relaxed and lazy. Some leaned against the wall, slouching with arms crossed. Others had a leaf in their mouth, chewing on something endlessly. Some swung their legs back and forth, their shoetips scuffing a small hole in the ground, their gazes unfocused.

For these disciples, standing guard was the most boring time. Staying in one place, motionless, even the most monotonous punching practice seemed more interesting.

They chatted sporadically, discussing everything under the sun, utterly unaware that something about the atmosphere seemed gradually off—the shadows grew darker, the wind colder. Under the dim light, there appeared to be multiple overlapping silhouettes standing in the woods, staring towards the mountain gate.

Whoosh… Rustle…

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves rustled. The layers of shadows vanished, only to reappear the next second at the Fire Maple Fist Mountain Gate.

Thud! Swoosh!

One shadow took the lead, charging at the several disciples on guard.

“Who!”

One disciple finally sensed something amiss. He spun around abruptly, his pupils reflecting a rapidly approaching dark figure, tinged with horror.

“Discovering now is too late.”

The shadow’s voice was as cold as the arrival of the Grim Reaper, echoing in the disciple’s ears. He swiftly closed the gap, throwing a punch straight at the heart!

Thud! A solid punch landed on the physical body.

The shadow’s impassive gaze watched the other, seemingly eager to savor the struggling expression of one coughing blood at death’s door. However, unexpectedly, the expression of the youth before him shifted like an award-winning actor—from astonishment to mockery, with a hint of scorn.