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Chapter 1188 - 1188 597 Hunt the Ultimate Dark Entity (4600)

Chapter 1188: 597 Hunt the Ultimate Dark Entity (4600) Chapter 1188: 597 Hunt the Ultimate Dark Entity (4600) “Saint… Fist!!?”

In the conference hall, there was a stir, followed by an eerie silence.

Only a series of heavy, heaving breaths echoed, conveying the shock of the crowd. The unimaginable had happened—the Demon Figure Gate Master turned out to be an existence of the Saint Fist! This was absolutely earth-shattering news!

In the entire Real World, the upper limit of strength for each era was actually the Ultimate Fighter. A handful of Ultimate Fighters constituted the pinnacle of the strongest in the Real World. And without a doubt, the Saint Fist surpassed this level, reaching a realm utterly incomprehensible and beyond scrutiny.

Every Vice Leader of the Door Organization is crowned with the name of Saint Fist. As if by doing so, they could touch the glory of that sacred realm and gain a similar status and respect. But Evil Heart Holy Fist knew too well the vast chasm that separated them. The difference between an Ultimate Fighter and a Saint Fist seemed but a single realm away, seemingly within reach, yet in reality, it was a gulf spanning millions of miles.

Climbing mountains and fording streams, leading a life of wandering and trials, the hardship was extreme, and one may still not be able to bridge this chasm. The gap was far more exaggerated than one could imagine.

He called himself Evil Heart Holy Fist, but in front of a true Saint Fist, he was like a clown, comparable to an ant. Hardly anything noteworthy.

The more one understood the realm of Saint Fist, the clearer the gap between a Fighter and a Saint Fist became. Therefore, at this moment, Evil Heart Holy Fist even held his breath for two to three seconds. The violent killing intent and rage in his heart extinguished in an instant, as if plunging into an ice cellar. His bloodshot red eyes, originally cruel and violent, now appeared exceptionally clear and even a bit dull.

“You… you’re telling the truth!?”

Evil Heart Holy Fist sat stiffly in the main seat, still harboring a sliver of wishful thinking as he questioned. What he actually hoped was that the Demon Figure Gate Master’s so-called Saint Fist title was just like his own, a shameless nickname forcibly imposed, not truly indicative of strength and realm.

A fake Saint Fist and a true Saint Fist are incomparable.

“It’s true, my lord, right there at the Federation Combat Competition. The event organized by the Magical Golem Sect didn’t just invite various schools from all four major Secret Martial Arts Worlds within the Hong Li Federation but also a large number of famous schools and masters from abroad. They witnessed the Demon Figure Gate Master exhibiting his Saint Fist cultivation, effortlessly suppressing everyone present with his strength alone, imprisoning their momentum so they could not reveal it outside their bodies. There were many witnesses, and the credibility is very high…”

The black-clothed subordinate reported rapidly, detailing the specifics. Whilst listening, Evil Heart Holy Fist rose to his feet, his aura fluctuating violently.

He seemed like a volcano about to erupt with magma.

But in the end, the volcano died down, and he collapsed back into his chair.

His momentum quickly waned, and he fell silent.

Because, according to his subordinate’s description, the Demon Figure Gate Master was most likely a genuine Saint Fist. Even the strongest Ultimate Fighter couldn’t possibly suppress so many schools gathered at such a grand event all by himself. A combat event where the fighters were counted by the dozens, if not hundreds, all subdued by a single person.

If this wasn’t the work of a Saint Fist, what was?

“The situation has changed, cancel all previous arrangements and plans.”

After a full minute of silence, Evil Heart Holy Fist finally spoke.

Previously, he was blustering about gathering the power of the Door Organization to settle the score for the Black Rain Villa incident on the head of the Magical Golem Sect. He was intending to execute a brutal Sect Destruction War to intimidate the Supernatural Secret Martial Arts World. He even wanted to take Casio’s head and turn it into a night pot to vent the grievance of a severely injured Qi and will.

But now, facing a Saint Fist, facing a school with the presence of a Saint Fist, none of the above could be achieved. Even having a slight thought of it was laughable and dangerous. After all, when the enemy accuses you of possessing weapons of mass destruction, it’s best you actually have weapons of mass destruction. Not to mention if you were to dig around and pull out a nuclear bomb from your chest.

Your eyes set on the nuclear bomb, try repeating those forceful words you said earlier.

Dare you?

Evil Heart Holy Fist, dare not.

No, the Evil Heart dares not. If a true Saint Fist emerged, arrogating such a title to oneself would make one the biggest laughingstock in the world. All previous so-called dignities would now backfire.

It’s rare, but at this moment, aside from the bone-chilling cold within his heart, Evil Heart surprisingly felt not an iota of anger and defiance. Oh, so the total annihilation of the Door Organization’s forces at Black Rain Villa and the severe damage to his own Qi and will was the doing of that current era Saint Fist within the Magical Golem Sect.

Then there’s nothing to worry about…

“Do not act recklessly; all forces of the Organization are to stand by where they are. The strongholds and forces within the Hong Li Federation are to keep a low profile and proceed with caution for the time being. As for those in the eastern six counties of the Federation, withdraw them all to other places, leaving only spies to reconnoiter…” Evil Heart Holy Fist quietly commanded in the conference hall. He was a stark contrast to his previous madness.

“Yes.”

The many members of the Door Organization exchanged glances, nodding in silence.

When the meeting ended and the doors closed, Evil Heart Holy Fist was left alone.

He paced back and forth on the empty floor, his right thumb cocked, rubbing the golden ring on his index finger. The ring’s surface was engraved with the burning flame patterns, glowing faintly, and seemed rather peculiar.

The same ring was also seen on Magic Phoenix Saint Fist’s hand. It was with this ring that Magic Phoenix Saint Fist had awakened and summoned the Xiadu avatar.