I can return to the age of mysterious
Chapter 1182 - 1182 594 Catch and bring back to become a Happiness

Chapter 1182: 594 Catch and bring back to become a Happiness Slave! (4000)_2 Chapter 1182: 594 Catch and bring back to become a Happiness Slave! (4000)_2 “Brad, Tsunami Brad…”

“It’s apt that with your name of Tsunami, I shall forge my momentum.”

Simonyi withdrew his gaze, his expression dark, his eyelids drooping. He slowly turned around, ignoring the stares of the crowd, and led the group from the East Eight Gates into the Guild Hall.

***********************************

The Guild Hall hosting the Federation Combat Tournament was named Liu Guang. The Liu Guang Pavilion had vast grounds with all kinds of facilities and had even undergone architectural expansion to better suit the theme of the great combat competition.

As the group from the East Eight Gates walked along, they saw the beautifully maintained environment, the majestic layout, and the disciples of the Puppet School standing on both sides of the key intersections. All in black Devil Fighting Suits with mysterious characters, which, though made of fabric, had the contour and sharp angles of armor, exuding a fierce aura.

The members of the Puppet School were all tall and burly, their muscles strong, bulging in their Combat Suits. The pectoral muscles would shame some underdeveloped girls. The trapezius muscles on their necks connecting to their heads formed a distinct triangle, looking like back armor from a distance.

As the East Eight Gates passed by, intense stares laden with killing intention swept over them. Occasionally, there would be a strange excitement, a frenzied agitation, a restless atmosphere pervading the air. If it had been just one or two, it wouldn’t be as concerning. But all the disciples of the Puppet School they encountered were like this, making one suspect the Puppet School was a sort of mental asylum for murderers.

Otherwise, where would such thick killing intention, such fierce aura come from?

Along the way, some of the Puppet School’s aura shocked even the elders and gate master of the East Eight Gates. The number of such surprises was not small, indicating the depth of the Puppet School. This cast a heavy and somber mood over the group from the East Eight Gates.

After winding their way for about five or six minutes, they finally arrived at the competition venue.

The place was bustling with noise, teeming with contestants, and famous schools from both within the country and abroad. All this dispersed that previous feeling. Standing on the edge, you could see a vast number of steel arenas, neatly ordered resting areas for schools, and Puppet School members clad in red maintaining order.

A festive atmosphere emerged spontaneously.

“Please, this way,” Simonyi said, leading the East Eight Gates to the resting area for schools.

Then, with a faint smile in the eyes of everyone, he disappeared into the crowd. Before leaving, he cast a deep glance at the gate master of Yunquan Fist, Tsunami Brad, causing Brad to frown slightly, his mind clouded with doubt.

However, the grand opening ceremony soon captured everyone’s attention. The dances, the songs, the dramas, one wave after another of splendid performances.

On stage, with the white slender legs kicking and tapping like floating ice, the red lace skirt billowed like a blooming flower bud. The singing was loud and clear, like an oriole flying through the sky, the echoes resonating for a long time. Time swept by swiftly amidst song and dance.

At half-past eleven in the noon, the opening ceremony came to an end, and the tournament officially began.

On the balcony of a detached building deep in the Liu Guang Pavilion, Casio slowly opened his eyes, a sacred essence flowing around him, his invisible aura enveloping the surroundings. His standing figure was like that of a divine statue.

“Having found the essence of the Saint Fist’s heart, indeed, everything becomes much easier. With each purification, my will and insights on the Saint Fist become clearer. It’s like piecing together a puzzle—success is just a matter of time…”

“And once I grasp the heart of the Saint Fist, breaking through it is almost just a thought away. It merely depends on whether I want to or not…”

He took a deep breath and looked up at the dazzling Sun. A thought of vying with the heavens arose within him, as if he could swallow the sun and moon.

“Blood Vulture, White bird, the deeds you could not complete, I will finish them. After today, the entire Secret Martial Arts World, and even all the national governments and supernatural forces, will know that there is a Saint Fist emerging! There’s no need to hide; let the great momentum rise at this moment…”

Casio’s mentality had shifted; he was more aggressive than before.

This was partly because, through the Black Rain Villa incident, he learned about the state of affairs of the Door Organization and the various Disaster Forces. Another reason was that everything on Immortal Island was ready, except for an east wind.

Once Casio’s physique reached the Dark Ultimate Level, unless he foolishly charged into the deepest parts of the World of Calamities and was besieged by a large number of Dark Ultimate Entities, who else could kill Casio? At least, in the real world, the possibility of Casio being killed did not exist. Moreover, after his physique breakthrough, he would need only a bit of caution to step into the World of Calamities and begin his exploration.

The current state of the era would also be fully displayed before Casio.

The Blood Vulture Dominant Fist and Totem King, the Sonic Snake Extreme Fist and the True Ancestor of Blood, as well as the situation between the factions of dark creatures and humans in the World of Calamities.

How many Saint Fists are still persevering?

And how many sources of Calamities are left unguarded, spewing forth unchecked?

What could be foreseen was that the overall situation was definitely worsening. A difficult future, an imbalanced state, and legions of Dark Ultimate Entities roaming freely on the disaster-stricken earth. All these hardships added together.

It was… it was… making Casio wildly excited!

Cultivating divine powers and forging divine swords was precisely for the day when powerful enemies would be vanquished, wasn’t it? Without many formidable enemies, divine powers and swords would be useless and left to rust. Anyway, feelings of depression and despair would not be found in Casio. The more challenging the road ahead, the more exhilarated he became.

Fists itching as if they were plagued by a terminal disease, only a bloodbath could offer a cure.

This characteristic trait, this resolute will, was especially evident in the members of the Puppet School who were deeply influenced by Casio. Find monsters, defeat monsters, annihilate monsters! Especially annihilating monsters, which seemed absurd and bizarre, but is actually an expression of Dominant Thoughts and strength.

The vicious dark creatures were violently vanquished, humiliated, and subdued!

How valiant were the members of the Puppet School, how domineering, how mighty!

It’s just that their ways were too eccentric and deviant to be accepted by the mainstream.

Originally, Casio thought that these symptoms were defects due to the incompleteness of the Qi Seal Inscription Method. Later, he realized this was not the case. After the Qi Seal Inscription Method had condensed the eerie aura of the Magic Heart Secret Book, the readers were more profoundly, more focusedly affected. Their inner desires were stirred up even more.

Rumors said that a very small number of extremists had even emerged within the Puppet School. They planned to capture dark creatures they had selected early on during the hunting of the Disaster Forces, knock them down, and forcibly take them back to confine them in small dark rooms or basements as pleasure slaves, to flaunt their virility.

Fortunately, this trend was discovered in time and stopped.

Otherwise, who knows what shocking and scandalous events could have happened.

On the balcony, Casio’s thoughts drifted far away, his mind whirling with thousands of thoughts in an instant. Secret Martial Art practitioners were quick-witted, and naturally, Saint Fists were even more so.

“It’s about time, isn’t it? Almost twelve o’clock…”

Several hundred meters away, on the opening ceremony stage, the competition officially began.

The Puppet School was very direct, bringing up a box after box of precious medicinal materials, with a rich fragrance of herbs. Moreover, there were powerfully effective pills and ointments on display. These were the initial rewards for the combat tournament.

After that, more boxes were carried up. Disciples of Puppet School handled them with care, seemingly even more precious.

The host opened them, and they turned out to be various secret manuals and secret techniques!

For Secret Martial Art Schools placing great importance on heritage, this was even more attractive than the previous pills and ointments and other resources. A glance at these numerous boxes seemed to suggest nearly a hundred volumes, an exorbitantly large number. Were they all going to be given away as prizes? If that were true, everyone would go crazy!

The host waited for the noise to subside and then announced that these Secret Martial Art manuals were the advanced rewards for the combat tournament. Besides, there was one Ultimate Reward, more important than all the initial and advanced rewards combined.

Suddenly, all the schools were abuzz with discussions. Some scratched their heads with rising excitement in their hearts. Some widened their eyes, listening attentively.

On stage, the host finally spoke.

“The winner of this Federation Combat Tournament will receive one mentoring session from the Puppet Master of the Puppet School, a moment of epiphany-level guidance.”