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Chapter 1309 - 1309 654 Dont do it dont obey then go die (4100)

Chapter 1309: 654 Don’t do it, don’t obey, then go die! (4100) Chapter 1309: 654 Don’t do it, don’t obey, then go die! (4100) Hong Li Federation Calendar 157, February 12, the weather is clear.

Nearly two months have passed since Casio, the Master of the Magical Golem Sect, issued a rapid expansion order from Lake Heart Island of Divine Tears towards Simonyi.

Many earth-shattering changes have occurred, silently.

But sometimes, they are incredibly intense.

Hong Li Federation, one of the six counties in the east, Kaqiong County, Mountain Moon City.

The afternoon sky is reddish, and the sunset is like paints on a painter’s palette, splashed along the lower edge of the cloud layer. It looks beautifully mysterious, faintly bearing traces of a burning flame, quite enchanting.

February is already spring, with roadside grass sprouting, and trees in the mountain forests growing new branches; the air is fresh. The afternoon sun adds a hint of golden orange, making the Water Spirit Mountain on the outskirts quite beautiful.

Water Spirit Mountain, located about five kilometers from the suburbs of Mountain Moon City, has a spacious white cement highway running in front of it. The traffic is quite convenient with a superior environment. One of the East Nine Gates, the Soul-Losing Swordmanship, has its mountain gate built here.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, the first thing you see is the verdant woods, followed by a winding, white staircase leading to the mountain top. The staircase has many branching paths leading to different building complexes. Some complexes are built deep inside, with ancient wooden structures, presenting a traditional and old-fashion Dojo. There are also building complexes made of white multi-story cement with metal lines that reflect slightly under the sun, exuding a modern atmosphere.

Influenced by the vigorous boxing and fighting competitions in recent years by the Hong Li Federation, the school of martial arts once sparked a brief trend. Hence, in recent years, some areas of Water Spirit Mountain have been opened to the public, and some tourists visit the external halls of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship, experiencing the charm of actual combat swordsmanship.

However, today, Water Spirit Mountain has suddenly closed to visitors, not allowing any tourists up the mountain, nor allowing any outsiders into the Dojo.

On the downhill steps of the core Dojo of Soul-Losing Swordmanship in Water Spirit Mountain.

“Ah!”

“Bang!”

“Clang!”

One silhouette after another fell to the sides of the stairs, completely unable to control their forms. An irresistible force overwhelmed them, even destroying the swords they depended on for survival! It was a ferocious, brutal strength!

Clang!

A Crossed Skull Sword, breaks mid-air, and the larger half of the blade spins rapidly. Snap, a thick palm wearing black fingerless fist guards slaps it, sending it shooting out like a meteor. With a pop, it pierced through a tree trunk, and finally ding, nailed onto a building.

“It’s impossible, I’ve been painstakingly practicing the Soul-Losing Swordmanship since I was seven, for over twenty years. Just like that, broken by your palm! I can’t believe it, I can’t believe it!” At the point where the Skull Sword broke, a handsome man with a black long ponytail seemed on the verge of mental breakdown, as if his faith had collapsed.

He stood motionless on the white steps, grasping the only remaining heavy sword hilt of the Cross Sword, like a puppet. His appearance is handsome and cool, and his stance tall and prominent; clearly, he’s not an ordinary person. Indeed, this man is the chief disciple of the previous generation of Soul-Losing Swordmanship, Lunar Soul Sword Roland, once a young star in the Eastern Three Stars. And his disciple, Dead Soul Sword Suede, the current star of the Eastern Three Stars, has always taken Roland as his role model.

Evidently, Lunar Soul Sword Roland in his youth was extremely talented. Now, in his thirties, Roland is still a standout of this generation in Soul-Losing Swordmanship. He has entered the realm of a Fighter and has stabilized for several years. Years of honing a sword, he was about to break through challenges against famous masters in the Eastern Martial World, hoping to advance the reputation of the Lunar Soul Sword once more.

He hadn’t expected that before he could leave the mountain, someone would come to it.

That person, from the Magical Golem Sect, was recognized as one of the Four Great Kings Boxing.

At the downhill steps of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship mountain gate, Lunar Soul Sword Roland, whose spirit almost shattered, listlessly raised his head and looked up at the strong silhouette walking down from the top of the mountain, a massive dark shadow overwhelmingly crushing down.

It was a muscular man dressed in a Black Devil Fighting Suit and wearing a silver-white metal short cloak. His face was determined, his brows sharp, and his high nose exuded a domineering and strong aura. His eyes were as calm as a black pool, indicating unshakable calm, reflecting absolute confidence in his strength.

“One of the Four Great Kings Boxing of the Magical Golem Sect, Boxer Simonyi!”

Roland spelled out this sentence word by word, his hands trembling as he clutched the sword. His emotions finally could not be contained, and he roared madly.

“Why, why did you do this! Gate Master Mika and Elder Ku, they never provoked you, nor the Magical Golem Sect, why did you beat them into serious injuries? Do you want to annihilate our Soul-Losing Swordmanship?! Aren’t you afraid that the entire Eastern Martial World…will rise to attack you!”

Tap tap tap…

Black boots stepped on the white stone steps, Simonyi’s sturdy figure walked down step by step. The metal buckles holding the cloak on his shoulders shimmered in golden brilliance under the sun, attracting much attention.

“Why?”

“Because you stand in the way of the Magical Golem Sect.”

“Joining the Magical Golem Sect means embracing stronger martial arts, basking in the glory of the Saint Fist, leading the whole Secret Martial World towards a better direction! Don’t you understand yet? Still sticking to old ways? I, we from the Magical Golem Sect, have always been on the right path, with the winds of victory behind us! We represent progress, strength, and the ultimate…”