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Chapter 1183 - 1183 595 Saint Fist its definitely Saint Fist (4200)

Chapter 1183: 595 Saint Fist, it’s definitely Saint Fist! (4200) Chapter 1183: 595 Saint Fist, it’s definitely Saint Fist! (4200) “The ultimate reward!”

“A piece of advice from the Demon Idol Sect Master?”

“I’ve never heard of anyone who could enlighten others on the spot…”

“Could a single piece of advice make a veteran fighter break through to the top?”

Suddenly, the resting areas of the various schools under the stage were abuzz with discussion, and the clamor was inevitable. The crowd exchanged surprised glances, momentarily at a loss. It was not like the uniform shock and fervor that rose when nearly a hundred Secret Martial Arts manuals appeared; instead, doubt emerged.

The Demon Idol Sect Master, Casio, appeared during the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Meeting organized by the Evil Eye Fist, defeating many gate masters and elders from various schools. He seemed to crush all opposition with overwhelming supremacy, possessing otherworldly strength. However, inferences made by many powerhouses afterward suggested that Demon Idol Sect Master Casio’s strength actually lay between that of a top fighter and an ultimate fighter, which wasn’t as exaggerated as it had seemed.

Across the entire Martial Arts World of the Hong Li Empire, there were several top fighters and some close to becoming Boxing Masters. The Demon Idol Sect Master belonged to the same tier of strength as these top figures, which was indeed remarkable.

But, could one piece of his advice truly lead someone to an epiphany on the spot?

It might be possible for a boxing practitioner to break through to the rank of a fighter, given that the contestants came from all corners and were all exceptionally talented. The single winner would inevitably be someone who had trained to the limit in the boxing realm and was just a step away from crossing over. Guidance from a top powerhouse like the Demon Idol Sect Master would definitely have an effect.

However, to say that a veteran fighter could break through to become a top fighter seemed way too exaggerated. Veteran fighters were the backbone of the World Secret Martial World, generally being the masters of the major schools.

As for top fighters, they were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; only a handful of them existed. In the various Secret Martial Arts Worlds, the emergence of such a level of powerhouse could have an effect equivalent to a stabilizing pillar in the ocean. The announcer actually claimed that the Demon Idol Sect Master’s advice could transform a veteran fighter into a top fighter, even specifying a promising future pathway that allowed room for further improvement. Such a narrative was obviously too far-fetched.

You, the Demon Idol Sect Master, whose strength may only be at the top level, dare to create another fighter of the same level as yourself? Absurd…

These were the thoughts of many strong individuals from various schools present at the venue.

“The Magical Golem Sect is getting a bit carried away…”

“They hosted one martial arts event and their confidence swelled?”

“Where is the Demon Idol Sect Master? Where is he?”

The noise continued under the stage, with many skeptical glances sweeping back and forth. Some faces bore cold sneers, as if eager to witness the sect’s embarrassment. Yet, amidst the formidable background, some major schools and powerhouses remained unusually silent, lips tightly pursed, without speaking. They were the ones who had received special invitations from the Demon Idol Sect and sensed that shockingly horrifying whiff of Casio’s aura. Though fleeting, it was still terrifying.

Especially on the side of the East Nine Gates, a strange contrast was emerging. Whether elders or gate masters, the senior levels were quite silent, while the disciples and instructors below were indignantly shaking their heads and talking as if they were waiting to see the Magical Golem Sect’s folly. The situation was intriguing.

“Sect Master, it seems like the Magical Golem Sect has gotten ahead of itself. They think that by wildly expanding and increasing their power over the past month, they can become one of the world’s top major schools and forces. The ultimate reward for the Federation’s combat competition, advice from the Demon Idol Sect Master, is laughable. They think their nickname is Tyrant Body, so they read it as Tyrant Fist. Little do they know that in front of the real major schools of the world, the real top powerhouses, the Magical Golem Sect and its master are nothing but upstarts without any foundation,” said a core disciple from the Void Sun Sect within the East Nine Gates, who was usually highly regarded, speaking with a sneer.

He was the grandson of an elder of the Void Sun Sect, with outstanding talent and formidable background, having had smooth sailing all his life. As a result, he was bad-tempered and outspoken.

“In my opinion, the Demon Idol Sect Master is about to face embarrassment this time…”

“Why don’t we, the Void Sun Sect, take advantage of this golden opportunity to challenge the Magical Golem Sect, tear off their facade, and make it impossible for them to save face…”

This core disciple, struck by inspiration, spoke eagerly, his expression showing he was itching to stand up and accuse.

“Lucas! Shut your mouth.”

The ordinarily silent Void Sun Sect Master suddenly spoke up, eyes fixed intently on the Void Sun Sect’s second core, Lucas, with a grave and mysterious look, also showing the authority of being a sect master. That chill squelched the heat within Lucas, startling him into shock. The sect master was still the sect master, and even if the Void Sun Sect Master was Lucas’s uncle, who could usually be joked with, when he got serious and earnest…

“Did I… Did I say something wrong?”

Lucas squirmed uneasily, feeling like he was sitting on a pile of needles.

“Not a single word you said was right,” the Void Sun Sect Master spoke heavily, his brow tinged with weariness and a trace of fear, “Look around you…”

“Look at the gate masters and elders of our East Nine Gates, look at those famous schools or powerhouses of the world. See what their reaction is now…”

Lucas’s heart skipped a beat, and he hastily turned to look around.

They all sat in their respective places, solemn, their silence infused with wariness. There was none of the restless agitation seen in the smaller schools or among the lower-ranking disciples, creating a stark contrast.