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Chapter 224 - 224 156 Fighters Qi and Momentum (4200)_2

Chapter 224: 156 Fighter’s Qi and Momentum (4200)_2 Chapter 224: 156 Fighter’s Qi and Momentum (4200)_2 Casio had originally thought that the power of the Secret Soul had the least side effects among all his paths. Now, it seems he had to put a question mark to that!

He stood in place, quickly reflecting on his recent behavior. Indeed, his temper seemed to have become more volatile, thirsting for the blood of his enemies, and easily provoked by minor irritations.

Moreover, when he killed, his methods had become more brutal.

Either he smashed the opponent’s head or tore them into two.

So that was the reason!

Damn you, Black Rain Villa! Influencing his originally gentle and cheerful character to become like this, this act was utterly unforgivable!

Casio immediately shared his experiences.

Mian shook his head, comforting him, “Even if you have been influenced, it’s alright. As long as you break through to the level of a Fighter, all the lingering problems will naturally be resolved. Momentum is the key to cultivating the spirit…”

Casio listened attentively.

Half a minute later, a loud bang came from the back of the horse carriage.

Mian and Casio turned their heads to see that the bald and brawny gate master of the Split Sea Gate was bulging with muscles, his arms as thick as iron pillars pulling and tugging. It seemed he was wrestling with the immobile horse carriage on the ground.

“It’s useless, Mr. Xuanjin. This carriage is under some sort of regulated…”

The words barely left Casio’s mouth when he abruptly stopped.

He saw the black carriage violently shaking, its cast-iron wheels being pulled backwards by a monstrous force, dragging them back about half a meter.

The ground cracked where the carriage had retreated, and a dense web of cracks spread out from the hard black earth surface.

“This setup is not simple… the carriage’s energy is connected to the whole ground, and there’s some unknown mysterious force affecting it…”

Xuanjin clapped his hands and exchanged glances with the other elders of the secret martial art schools. They all had an understanding look on their faces.

On the grassland, Casio swallowed back the rest of what he was going to say. The realm of a Fighter, which is above that of a martial artist, seemed to be related to mysterious spirits. Therefore, these masters from the northern secret martial schools could perceive some things that Casio couldn’t.

He felt a bit of envy but wasn’t overly discouraged. Because Casio believed that he could also reach that level, the many wonders of the Fighter realm were just waiting for him to comprehend personally.

Coming back to his senses, Casio immediately started to arrange everything.

Just like the previous time he had smuggled into the world amidst the rain.

He hung the armored carriage at the back of the black horse carriage and asked all the experts from the northern secret martial arts schools to get into the carriage.

He then climbed onto the black horse carriage.

The carriage gradually accelerated on the road, then passed a myriad of bizarre scenes. Hills that were half charred and half covered with white flowers; windmills with human arms instead of fan blades; crowds worshipping around a burning tree; cannibalistic humans…

Bizarre and twisted scenes appeared before everyone.

They contained elements of religious mysticism, spirit and body, life and death, decrepit antiquity, vivid madness, and more. Like a series of absurd dreams without any logic.

Seeing all this, Casio couldn’t help but recall what Mian had mentioned earlier about how the rainwater could affect people’s minds negatively. Were these absurd scenes deliberately inspired by the rainwater? Multiple mental shocks made people unable to tell whether they were in a dream or reality. This state would confuse them, tempt their inner darkness…

He couldn’t help but think back to his first entry into the World in the Rain, when he instinctively sensed something was off and was very alert, quickly snapping out of the disorienting effect brought about by the impact.

Half an hour later, the carriage neared the platform.

This time, the armored carriage wasn’t attacked at all. Obviously, the False Death Elixir had played a crucial role.

Everyone quickly got out and looked toward the narrow path on their right. Sparse trees were planted on both sides, and in the distance, they could vaguely see the moss-covered black enclosure wall of the Black Rain Villa.

If they looked up a little, they could see ancient-style pointed-dome buildings. Their roof tiles were wet from the rainwater.

The surrounding light was dim due to the night and the rainwater. If it wasn’t for the exceptional eyesight of Casio and his group, who were all accomplished secret martial artists, they might not even be able to see the road five meters away.

“Is that the Black Rain Villa?”

Mian looked up in the distance, her facial expression slightly moved.

“Yes, the villa isn’t small. But the Markers can only safely live in a part of it. The rest of the large areas are quite mysterious, and occasionally some dangerous bizarre phenomena will appear.” Casio once again recounted the information about the villa.

Mian nodded slightly, “We’ll be more careful.”

Immediately afterwards, they pushed the armored carriage along the small road heading towards the Black Rain Villa’s main gate. A few minutes later,

The carriage wheels finally rolled onto the gray stone-paved road.

At night, there was no Marker on the street. Only the rainwater beating on the bricks in the cracks of the street, creating gray splashes, and the sound of drip-dropping. Duomeng, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, “Can you hear it? Someone is singing…”

“Close…it seems to be…right beside me!”

Hearing these words, the others paused slightly, then shook their heads. None of them had heard the so-called song, it was as if only Duomeng was favored by it.

Mian glanced at Casio, who nodded in response.

“Don’t panic, describe what you’re hearing.”

Duomeng looked somewhat bewildered: “It’s a melodious woman’s voice singing a song, very mournful, but I can’t make out the lyrics…”

“It’s right beside me, like an invisible ghost, running to the front and then to the back. Sometimes far, sometimes near…” Duomeng turned his head. “There it is again. I can hear her singing. This time, it’s very close to me…”

Whoosh!

Mian suddenly struck, his lean right hand viciously cut through the air, whistling like a black battle axe that ended up lodged in the wall.

Zing!

The robust wall was split diagonally as if slashed in half by a sword. The piece of the wall fell down, revealing a lane on the other side. A woman in a white dress stood still in the lane. A breeze blew over, and her upper body fell down, smashing into a mass of dark energy.

“What a burst from a single knifehand strike!” Casio was shocked. To outsiders, it’s spectacle, but insiders understand the real deal. As martial artists who have cultivated their secret martial arts to a certain realm, he naturally understood how vicious and wild Mian’s attack was, the power of it seeming almost solid.

If that had hit him…

Meanwhile, Mian withdrew his arm. He gently patted Duomeng’s shoulder: “Can you still hear that woman’s voice?”

Duomeng shook his head.

“That’s right then! Let’s go.”

Immediately, the party continued towards the direction of Crossbow Stream.

The next day, at the Crossbow Stream’s headquarters.

Iri came out of the dining hall, carrying a heap of food wrapped in black cloth. He greeted people as he passed the spacious corridor.

Last night, Iri accompanied Black Blade to welcome Casio’s party. Due to the sizable number of people, they were settled in a small, vacant building about two hundred meters away from the Crossbow Stream headquarters.

Now, Iri was going to deliver their breakfast.

He opened the door and hoisted up an umbrella. Seeing someone walking along the road, Iri turned and walked in the other direction.

After a dozen seconds, a scarred man with a Mohawk constantly knocked at the gate of Crossbow Stream. On the back of his hand was the mark of the Beast Stream.

Meanwhile, Iri arrived at a two-story gray building. He gently knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” Casio’s voice came from inside.

“Brother Dusk, it’s me, Iri.”

Click! The door was opened. Casio looked down at Iri’s handsome face, then nodded and pulled the door to the right.

“Come in.”

Iri folded his umbrella and walked a few steps forward.

He glanced around the room apprehensively.

At a table on the left, two muscular middle-aged men are arm wrestling, their veins bulging and the table and chairs creaking under the strain.

One old man was sitting cross-legged on the floor practicing his martial arts. A white mist enveloped his whole body, and vortexes rolled and swirled within the mist as he breathed.

Against the wall, another old man with white hair and a goatee was doing a one-finger handstand, constantly bobbing up and down on one finger.

Between the old men, a one-eyed man seemed to be holding a sword-like weapon with his palm loosely grasp and repeated swinging motions.

With each swing, a sharp screech echoed in the air.

Most conspicuous were two muscular men in the living room behind Casio, shirtless and constantly clashing their fists against each other. Each impact produced a sound like beating drums.

Upstairs, there were continuous tremors as if several elephants were running back and forth on the ceiling.

“…” Iri took a deep breath, about to speak.

Suddenly, a hand yanked him to the side. The Mohawk-wearing, scarred-face man barged in with an arrogant expression.

“Who the hell is called Dusk? Tell him to come out!”