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Chapter 1209 - 1209 606 Advance into the World of Calamities

Chapter 1209: 606 Advance into the World of Calamities (4000)_2 Chapter 1209: 606 Advance into the World of Calamities (4000)_2 Simonyi’s thoughts shifted slightly, and as he was briefly distracted, the figure of Casio atop the stone statue in front of him vanished in an instant. He hastily turned his head, only to discover a black figure seated in the seat in the audience that had always been left empty, reserved especially for the Demon Figure Gate Master. There were no seats around either side by side or parallel with the main seat.

“Continue.”

A deep voice broke the eerie silence of the venue.

At Casio’s command, the Federation Combat Competition for fighters resumed. The second half of the event ran like a cold, precisely meshing gear mechanism, without error. In contrast, the combat arena was a scene of heated and intense struggle, with one fighter after another being determined victor or vanquished.

Compared to the Youth Competition, the participants of the Fighter Competition were truly masters of the essence of their respective schools. Numerous gate masters and elders stepped into the arena, each pursuing victory and showcasing the Secret Martial Art characteristics from all over the world and various regions. As time passed, the battles on the arena became increasingly high-level and imposing.

As the competition advanced, the powerful auras and aftermath of the battles between two contestants could affect the audience seats a hundred meters away. However, the Demon Figure Gate Master intervened at this point. With just a light tap of his finger on the table, an invisible fluctuation enveloped the entire arena area. It was like a transparent membrane, isolating all destruction and turbulence within.

By five-thirty in the afternoon, the Fighter Competition had reached its final stages.

The Demon Hound Simonyi was also caught up in a fierce battle!

Although he was a top fighter, among the competitors were others of the same high caliber. Those top fighters had accumulated profuse experience and skill in this realm over many years. Simonyi had to give it his all, or he would be thoroughly defeated. Fortunately, he had one advantage—he was young and full of vitality.

And, he dared to fight more desperately than the older top fighters.

This extremely aggressive and frenzied combat style allowed him to successively overcome strong opponents and win. Until the final battle, where his opponent was a top fighter from the western part of the Hong Li Federation, who was faintly recognized as a Boxing Master. Simonyi used every trick he had but still couldn’t corner his opponent. Left with no choice, he had to go all out, resorting to a mutually destructive fighting style. But it seemed that he could only injure his opponent, not defeat him.

However, at that moment, the top fighter backed down, directly choosing to let Simonyi win. This was because there was not just one Ultimate Reward spot—if Simonyi as the representative of the Magical Golem Sect won, there would be two. As the runner-up, he would also get a spot.

The honor of being the victor of this Federation Combat Competition didn’t matter too much. A hundred times more important was the spot for the Ultimate Reward. Since he had already secured it, why bother fighting over the final victory? Witnessing the nearly self-destructive frenzied state of the boy opposite, he would still win, but might suffer serious injuries.

To vie for a title of honor at the cost of grave injury was truly unnecessary.

This top fighter had perhaps fought for it when he was young and impetuous. But now, after gaining maturity and understanding, he had long since learned the wisdom of stepping back to gain a broader perspective. A mutual benefit was something beautiful, wasn’t it?

In the end, Simonyi won. The victory wasn’t so golden, but it didn’t matter. Did all the elders and gate masters participate in this event for the title of the victor? Didn’t all these individuals who were once renowned come out of retirement for the guidance of the Saint Fist?

Bloody from head to toe, Simonyi stood in the arena, announced by the host as the ultimate victor. The runner-up elder next to the stage, however, wore a beaming and contented expression. He faced the crowd in the audience seats—many strangers, friends and family, and even old rivals green with envy. The elder also took the initiative to step forward, helping Simonyi off the stage, showing his goodwill.

He even praised Simonyi’s promising future and formidable strength.

On October 7th, the Federation Combat Competition came to a perfect conclusion.

Many schools from around the world stayed behind, some by invitation, others in search of exchanges with familiar sects. Most of the schools began to gradually return to their respective realms of Secret Martial Arts, taking with them the events of this Federation Combat Competition. This could be said to be the best publicity!

The name of Devil Idol Martial Academy was not only known throughout the entire Hong Li Federation but also throughout the whole world! All practitioners of Secret Martial Arts now knew of this school and that within it was a Saint Fist!

Naturally, fervent seekers of truth and veteran fighters in their twilight years began flocking to the Demon Figure Sect of the Hong Li Federation. They treated the place as a sanctuary, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Martial Dao Ultimate.

Meanwhile, Devil Idol Martial Academy also witnessed rapid development, changing drastically almost daily. Many ordinary citizens, too, came into contact with combat techniques, unwittingly becoming part of the Secret Martial Arts World.

It was foreseeable that after this, the Demon Figure Sect would find it quite easy to expand its influence in other nations. They had overcome numerous accidents and obstacles.

October 10th, East Sea City, Demon Figure Sect, God’s Tear Lake.

Three days had passed since the end of the Federation Combat Competition.

In those three days, even members of the Magic Idol Clan were not allowed near Heart of Lake Island. Only a special kind of rhythmic power undulated across the lake surface.

On the night of October 10th, around eleven o’clock,

Heart of Lake Island suddenly shone brightly, as if a sun had illuminated the entire lake water for an instant, and then darkness was restored the next second. However, on Heart of Lake Island, four silhouettes, young and old, had appeared.

As soon as they materialized, they sat down in a meditative pose, their eyes firmly closed, as if they had entered a mysterious stage of enlightenment.

For three whole days, these four individuals in Casio’s World of Qi gained insights into countless Secret Martial Art rhythms, the powerful ultimate killing skills of various schools, and the rich diversity of combat styles. This abundance of understanding and knowledge could be compared to a fighter who had traveled the entire world over a hundred years. And all of this was just a secondary part.

Most importantly, the paths of the four of them had become apparent through the continuous collision and interaction of Qi during those three days. They knew exactly how to proceed, what to do next, how to face hardships, and how to overcome bottlenecks—they had it all figured out in their hearts.

This, for a fighter, was indeed the greatest treasure!

Unsurprisingly, on Heart of Lake Island, the four individuals had just left the World of Qi, and they each made breakthroughs in the real world. The Demon Mirrors’ Kara and the Breaking Moonlight Dragon had both crossed the threshold of Boxing Masters, arriving at the Fighter Realm in the blink of an eye, with profound accumulation and strong foundations. With more exercise to enhance their Qi, they could rapidly reach the level of Veteran Fighters in the future.

And the runner-up of this Fighter Competition, an elderly man, wept tears of extreme joy. The robust aura of an Ultimate Fighter circulated around his chest, clearing all the decay and impurity from his body. The old man visibly rejuvenated, his white hair turning black. His eyes sparkled with vitality, and his inner demons were extinguished.

As for Demon Hound Simonyi, he was currently between a top-notch Fighter and an Ultimate Fighter, lacking only the accumulation of Qi. His perspective had already exceeded that of a top-notch Fighter, stepping into the realm of Ultimate Fighter.

At dawn, everyone awoke and saw Casio, who sat motionless in the center of Heart of Lake Island, looking like a statue of a deity. They didn’t dare speak loudly, but with respectful gazes and grateful expressions, they tiptoed to the edge of the island. They left by boat, unwilling to disturb the cultivation of the Demon Figure Gate Master.

Until God’s Tear Lake and Heart of Lake Island returned to tranquillity, leaving only one silhouette.

Casio slowly opened his eyes, his aura withdrawn to the extreme. During these three days, he had become even more proficient in the Holy Fist Realm and the physique of the Dark Ultimate Body. He was quickly approaching a state where he could use them as easily as moving his own arms, perfectly rounded and complete.

With this, he could now directly enter the World of Calamities and hunt extensively!

“At least two, I need to hunt at least two Ultimate Dark Entities to satisfy my hunger.”