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Chapter 1186 - 1186 596 Door Organizations Shock Saint Fist (4700)_2

Chapter 1186: 596 Door Organization’s Shock: Saint Fist! (4700)_2 Chapter 1186: 596 Door Organization’s Shock: Saint Fist! (4700)_2 On October 1st, the Combat Competition began and lasted until October 4th.

Over the course of four days, the core disciples from various schools of the Youth Competition demonstrated exceptionally high battle standards, fully showcasing the characteristics of Secret Martial Arts. There were agile swinging steps, unparalleled Combat body arts, and bizarre and unpredictable Phantom Boxing Methods. Some relied on sheer strength to overpower their opponents, others used complex maneuvers to bewilder. A perfect representation of various stylistic features was on display.

All the spectators were treated to an eye feast, exclaiming that their visit had not been in vain.

Even the organizers of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition, who often hosted such events, were overwhelmed and continuously amazed. They even felt ashamed, realizing that the scale of their previous competitions paled in comparison. Numerous unknown world schools and masters unveiled their stunning abilities at the Federation Combat Competition, drastically elevating the event’s momentum.

Under the effervescence of these four days, a piece of news about Demon Figure Gate Master Casio being a Saint of contemporary times quickly spread. It caused a massive stir in the Secret Martial Arts World and even affected the usually disconnected Transcendental Realm. Some minor forces in the Transcendental Realm heard the news, partly understanding, partly confused. A supreme powerhouse had emerged in the Secret Martial Arts World! Named Saint Fist, rightfully the number one existence in the world!

In such a grand backdrop, the development of the Demon Idol Martial Academy became even more frenetic. Branches of the academy sprouted across the eastern six counties of the Federation, leaving the Eastern Eighth Door no room to retaliate. After all, how could you, Eastern Eighth Door, now dare to make a move against me? Try and you will perish!

Hence, the Demon Idol Martial Academies rose overnight like bamboo shoots after a rainstorm. Many Martial Arts enthusiasts were astounded; in just two or three days, a grand and majestic dojo had appeared on Martial Arts Street. It took over the clientele and storefronts of other academies, and no one dared to trouble it. Instead, it grew more prosperous as time passed.

Not just in the Eastern Secret Martial World, but the Demon Idol Martial Academy had begun expanding into the other three Secret Martial Worlds of southwest and north, and even started planning branches in other continental countries. Such is the confidence brought by the sole contemporary Saint Fist, the Demon Figure Gate Master—a massive force had clearly gathered.

On October 4th, at a branch location of the Door Organization in North Reef Continent,

This place was on the outskirts of a bustling coastal city next to a Golden Beach, even connected by a highway. Numerous men and women drove here, setting up chairs and umbrellas, dressed in shorts and bikinis, showing off fair or bronze skin. Some sunbathed, others played chase games, some went diving or surfing, and still others sipped beers while enjoying the view of beautiful women.

And just three to four kilometers away from this bustling beach, in the forest, stood a white single house, its path stretching out to the highway. Now, on that path, figures in black robes advanced. Silent as if they were puppets, they arrived at the residence.

Guards with formidable auras appeared, checking identities before granting entry. Numerous men in black entered the conference hall, quietly waiting for the main figure.

The room was eerily silent—you could hear a pin drop. In this silence, the attendees faintly felt as if they could hear a heartbeat gradually intensifying. Thud thud, like a fiery engine overheating. For a moment, it seemed as though a grotesque heart appeared before their eyes, surrounded by a hellish landscape with evil petals blooming and muddy blood flowing— a horrific spectacle.

In the center, that heart pulsed, enticingly. And on its expanding and contracting surface, the facial features of a human face gradually emerged, terribly fierce. This was a nightmarish scene. Regrettably, the heart was split in two, not whole.

The facial features remained only half, the expression still pained.

“Aaaaahhhhh!!!!”

An ephemeral scream flashed by, sweeping everything around it.

The room darkened momentarily as a silhouette suddenly appeared, taking the seat of honor. The men in black regained their composure and looked towards the figure.

This was a tall man, nearly 1.9 meters, with broad and robust shoulders. His long hair, dark as ink, cascaded behind him, exuding a domineering presence. However, the hair, once as smooth as satin, was now dry, with patches of white spreading from the ends to the roots, decaying like that of an old man.

His formerly handsome and charming face was now covered with a black mask, seemingly hiding something. But the fiery, demon-like, bloodshot eyes, the densely packed degenerative patterns on the neck like ringworm, and the rich scent of blood on his body, all spoke of the dire state of Evil Heart Holy Fist.

In the conference hall, breathing fluctuated, and a hoarse voice broke the silence, tinged with a hint of hysterical madness.

“Have you figured out what exactly happened at the Black Rain Villa in the Anta Mountains!? Who? Who exactly? Who obliterated our Organization’s five Kings and numerous elites!” roared Evil Heart Holy Fist with a surge of anger.

The men in black exchanged glances around the conference table, and finally, a previously appointed speaker, a middle-aged man sitting on the first seat to the left hand of Evil Heart Saint Fist, stood up, took a deep breath and spoke.