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Chapter 1207 - 1207 Secret Martial Arts End (4000)_2

Chapter 1207: Secret Martial Art’s End (4000)_2 Chapter 1207: Secret Martial Art’s End (4000)_2 “It’s almost time, just a little longer… just wait a bit more, just wait a bit more…”

The will of Xiadu gradually extinguished, plummeting back into the icy abyss.

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October 7th, in the Hong Li Federation, East Sea County, at the Demon Figure Gate Headquarters.

The Federation Combat Competition lasted seven days, and this was the final day. It was also the last day for the fighter’s event.

By the fifth day of the Federation Combat Competition, the Youth Competition had already determined a winner. The ultimate victor, the Broken Moonlight Dragon of the Demon Figure Gate.

This was also the biggest underdog in this Youth Competition.

Previously unremarkable, it suddenly emerged, displaying extreme ferocity and strength. It overpowered many domestic and foreign prodigies along its path, including the Youth Competition’s top eight fighters on the fifth day. Whether it was the Magic Mirror Carla or the Bloodlight Fruck, none were a match for it. In the end, it stood bloodied, victorious at the last.

Naturally, the Broken Moonlight Dragon received the ultimate reward of the Youth Group.

However, if a disciple from Demon Figure Gate won the championship, it did not count towards the quota. The runner-up of the Youth Competition also got a spot for the ultimate reward, and this lucky person was the Magic Mirror Carla. He narrowly triumphed over the other six competitors.

On the fifth of October, he was battered and covered in blood.

But the moment he received the spot, his face twisted with joy, even a bit grimaced with ferocity. After all, it was a chance for Saint Fist’s guidance.

The guidance of Saint Fist is luck that one can’t acquire in three lifetimes.

With the Youth Competition concluded, October 6 was the day for the fighters’ event. Elders and gate masters from various domestic and international Secret Martial Art sects entered the fray, everyone fighting until their heads were knocked silly. Furthermore, some powerhouses who were renowned in bygone eras re-emerged, causing astonishment and recollection among the people. Among the competitors were a notable number of white-haired veterans, who each proved that their prowess was not dulled by age.

With formidable strength, rich experience, and exquisite skills, they dominated the competition against many now-famous elders and gate masters. Of course, this was just the old-timers seizing an opportunity for a burst of effort; they couldn’t sustain it. There were also some aged fighters whose vitality had declined so much that they were defeated on the spot.

After their defeat, they were carried off the arena by the younger generation of their sect. While coughing up blood, tears streaming down their faces, they lamented their age. If only they could have been born decades later, at the peak of their strength, they could have seized the opportunity.

Regret and sorrow, these emotions were present in every match. But that’s reality. You never know when the biggest opportunity of your life will come, and whether you will still be young when it does.

Some of the defeated veteran fighters were still obsessed, even blaming themselves for not dying earlier. Hope was right before their eyes, yet they were unable to grasp it, as their peak state has passed, and they could only watch it slip away like sand through their fingers. That feeling is even more agonizing than not seeing hope at all.

Of course, the Federation Combat Competition continued, unaffected by the negative emotions of the losers. On October 7th, the last day, the competition proceeded as scheduled, which would be a martial arts sparring of the highest caliber.

It was at this time.

Simonyi, the Demon Hound, encountered the Tsunami Brad.

Simonyi, after helping Casio fish out an Ultimate Dark Entity in the underground caverns of Immortal Island, had received a generous reward. Under Casio’s orders, he immediately led the elite of the Demon Figure Gate back to East Sea County. Several days of digestion allowed Simonyi to completely master the strength of a top-tier fighter.

Originally, he was confident in defeating Tsunami Brad. Now, he was under no pressure at all. Brad, at thirty-seven, was a veteran fighter with a highly potential moniker, the Mountain Crusher Tsunami. A perfect stepping stone!

At noon, on the main arena of the Demon Figure Gate Headquarters.

Simonyi and Brad faced off, stationed at the left and right sides respectively, their gazes clashing with a scent of gunpowder. Simonyi wanted to defeat Brad, and Brad, in turn, wanted to defeat Simonyi, did he not? After all, at the end of the day, Simonyi was a traitor to the Yunquan Fist. He had betrayed his sect, his lineage, to join the Demon Figure Gate. Even if Demon Figure Gate held power and he didn’t dare to do much for now, Brad was still willing to personally teach Simonyi a lesson on such a stage!

Simonyi had demonstrated his abilities in the Demon Figure Gate’s expansion process some time ago. Brad believed that, as a veteran fighter himself, he could absolutely crush his opponent. To punish the traitor on the arena.

Therefore, as soon as the match was announced to start, Brad went on the offensive immediately.

The Yunquan Fist was pushed to the extreme, its Qi bursting forth like clouds, with the sounds and momentum of a tsunami surging with every movement of his limbs. Brad intended to suppress Simonyi quickly, to end the match in a short time.

To win splendidly, to win satisfyingly.

However, his offensive onslaught had little to no effect. The strength in his punches and kicks, enough to crack alloy, was effortlessly caught by his opponent’s waving hands as if sinking into the sea without a trace. Simonyi’s gaze hadn’t left Brad’s face since the battle began. He seemed entirely unconcerned by Brad’s remarkably fast attacks, deflecting them with leisurely ease. What Simonyi was keenly anticipating was not the fight itself but the look of astonishment on Brad’s face, followed by the confusion of being crushed in defeat.

Yes, it was like playing, Simonyi was somewhat toying with Brad.

He allowed the other to use all his techniques, catching every single one.

Then, with a move that could bring down the mightiest, he would crush him!

That scheming sensation, inexplicably, was somewhat reminiscent of Casio. Perhaps the members of the Magical Golem Sect had been positively influenced during their adoration of Casio.

On the main arena, the scene of their combat was in full view of all the spectators. They could sense the ferocity of Simonyi, the magic hound; this man was definitely a strong contender for the ultimate reward of the fighter’s tournament. Were all the members of the Magical Golem Sect so powerful? Truly a school that deserved its reputation with the Saint Fist providing guidance…

Tsunami Brad of the Yunquan Fist, it seemed, was out of his league.

In the center of the arena, Tsunami Brad also felt immense pressure. The surrounding looks of surprise or pity only added to his frustration. Brad suddenly drew back, compressing his legs like springs to gather force. His strong arms, wrapped in a mist of qi, surged forth like a dark green python, coiling to strike.

He burst forth with all his qi, using Yunquan Fist’s ultimate technique.

“Howling Gale Tsunami!”

Booming, the qi pumped up the gale, unleashing a formidable momentum that howled forth. This was Brad’s strongest punch, thrown with all his might!

Boom boom boom boom boom…

The massive sound somehow connected with a hurricane, as if resonating violently with the entire sky! The audience could see a swift gale sweeping in from the sea, driving thick cloud layers to drift rapidly at high altitude. The airflow vortex and twister were ground touching and sky scraping, fierce and dreadful.

The terror of that noise, as though it were the majestic wrath of nature itself.

Tsunami Brad, the Gate Master of Yunquan Fist, his punch was terrifying to such an extent!

Prowess seeing from a mountain peak next to God’s Tear Lake, a powerful figure used their astonishing vision to witness far off along the coastline, an exaggerated tsunami rolling in!

Layer upon layer of tumultuous waves surged, seemingly set to annihilate everything in their path.

The white crests soared high, like thousands of troops charging, a momentum beyond human reach.

“Holy shit, the Gate Master of Yunquan Fist, possessing such qi and momentum…”

“Enough to stir heaven and earth!”

Some in the audience were shocked, their eyes wide, faces filled with horror.

On the arena, Simonyi, who faced off against Brad, was also startled for a moment.

But he quickly realized that Brad’s punch didn’t seem all that powerful!? Watching the incoming attack, Simonyi hesitated only briefly before instinctively throwing a punch with nearly all his force due to the overwhelming tumult. A huge black magic hound phantasm roared forth!

Dashing forth, it ran wildly, slamming mercilessly into Brad.

Brad’s Howling Gale Tsunami, his ultimate move, shattered like fragile glass upon impact. He himself suffered severe injuries under Simonyi’s top fighter’s qi, coughing blood from his mouth and rapidly flying backwards.

He traced a long parabola through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

“Is that all?”

“Huh?”

It was only then that the spectators realized the tremendous tumult wasn’t actually caused by Brad’s ultimate move, but was instead a mere coincidence of nature.