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Chapter 234: 161 White Wind Organization (4000)_1 Chapter 234: 161 White Wind Organization (4000)_1 Cross Fall Style, Three-eyed Mad Lion Style, Winged Snake Fist, Bai Shuijian, Sea Splitting Sect, Steel Fist Tao, Rain Mad Flow, Thunder Plow Knife…

And many more. Every school that had the qualifications to participate in the Northern Secret Martial Alliance Meeting had essentially sent representatives to the south.

They were not just ordinary disciples that these schools had sent, but rather, core members who had made significant progress in their cultivation and possessed formidable strength. These individuals represented the true foundation of a martial arts school and were even more important than the senior elders and leaders of the schools.

The red and black train doors flung wide open, and disciples from various schools, each with strong aura and sharp eyes, kept coming off the train. They gathered around the elder leading their respective school contingents, forming their own teams.

Casio glanced at a team from a martial arts school nearby.

No matter the gender, these youths were all tall and muscular, sporting short hair and slightly tanned skin.

When they moved or talked, an abnormally thick aura resonated from them. Especially their exposed arms, which were sturdy and powerful. Their fists, in particular, were noticeably larger than those of disciples from other schools. Their knuckles were large and tough, and veins coiled beneath their skin. Some fists even faintly gleamed with a light metallic hue under the sun.

Slightly whitish, but turning dark when viewed from a different angle.

Casio knew that this was a result similar to his own Hard Qigong cultivation. The martial arts or skills had altered the properties of their arm muscles, fascia, and skin to better suit combat.

Steel Fist Tao practitioners specifically trained their fists. After decades of cultivation, their fists would become indestructible when fully powered by their martial arts, like pig iron. They could easily parry slashes from cold weapons and use their fists as if they were steel weapons.

Casio withdrew his gaze and looked over to his left.

Those martial art disciples there were relatively slim, compared to other schools. However, they were still tall with well-built muscles. Their palms had many calluses, especially around the base of the thumb. Their eyes were sharp, and when they looked at each other, it was as if they were staring at a sharp blade.

The Thunder Plow Knife, a martial arts school specialized in cultivating knife skills. The knives they used were not common long knives but rather unusual weapons. Their shape was similar to that of a machete with slight alterations, a shape that was referred to as the Thunder Plow Knife.

Their knife techniques were strange and insidious, full of malevolent air.

In the Northern Mystery Martial World, Thunder Plow Knife and Bai Shuijian have always been historical enemies. Each generation of disciples from these two schools have been confrontational, often opposing each other. Many disciples from both schools have died at each other’s hands.

Usually, when one of the sects attended a meeting or a covert operation, the other would not attend and might even oppose the operation.

But this time…

Eventually, Thunder Plow Knife and Bai Shuijian agreed to cooperate. The power of the Secret Soul was too great, and neither party was unwilling to sit down and have a good talk. Half a month ago, when Mian and Duomeng were persuading the various sects in the Northern Mystery Martial World, they were somewhat worried about the rigid relationship between Thunder Plow Knife and Bai Shuijian.

Unexpectedly, they only revealed a little information about the Secret Soul to both parties. The next day, Thunder Plow Knife and Bai Shuijian began to get along. It was said that the senior-level members had an overnight joint meeting where they had a major blowout.

By the next morning, they were acting courteous and harmonious towards each other.

At least, that’s what it looked like on the surface.

Perhaps until Black Rain Villa was taken down, Thunder Plow Knife and Bai Shuijian would both willingly put up this front and strive not to break the facade. When they attacked the villa, the Northern Secret Martial Alliance needed to be a united front. This was an absolute necessity.

If any school caused trouble, it would simply be cast aside.

Neither Thunder Plow Knife nor Bai Shuijian wanted to be kicked out just yet.

So they complied with the rules.

As the morning passed, the first batch of Northern Mystery Martial World disciples who had arrived in the Eastern Sea City were escorted into the manor.

They would rest here for a night and then continue their journey to Anta City by train. They would be picked up there and taken to do some preliminary preparations.

Prandtl Manor was located on the edge of Eastern Sea City’s urban area, partially surrounded by woods. Not far across, on top of a small hill, lay a small town characterized by southern charm. The highest building in the town was a three-story building, square and thoroughly whitewashed. Dense ivy covered the shaded walls.

On the third floor, a semicircular white balcony. A girl with unusual blue short hair stood there, using her telescope to gaze at something.

She was wearing a purple flower-patterned mini-skirt, revealing her slender and tight calves. Above, a brown wide belt was tied around her waist, accentuating her dainty figure. Continuing upwards, her ample bosom was followed by a dainty face with clear, attractive features, her aura astonishing. Her short hair added a touch of competency.

She stood at the edge of the balcony, with the weighty telescope mounted on the balustrade, maintaining this posture throughout the morning, her gaze focused on Prandtl Manor.

All of a sudden, a hoarse voice came from behind her.

“How are things going, Orlin? Have you found that person yet?”

The blue-haired woman was startled and turned to look into the room. A burly man was sitting on the brown sofa, dressed in a black leather jacket, his face hidden behind a shiny black mask with three holes. His brown, curly hair tumbled wildly over his shoulders.

Worth noting was that the black mask only had openings for the mouth, nostrils, and left eye, while the right half was completely smooth.