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Chapter 235: 161 White Wind Organization (4000)_2 Chapter 235: 161 White Wind Organization (4000)_2 The man appeared to be a one-eyed dragon, having lost his right eye.

Upon seeing his mask, Orlin let out a sigh of relief. She then moved back into the room, making tea for the man with somewhat restrained movements.

“Vice leader, I’ve found him. He indeed resides in Prandtl Manor. I have seen him coming and going there often…” Orlin slowly spoke, seated on a sofa opposite him.

The one-eyed man referred to as “vice leader” gave a slight nod. “That man, known as Twilight, is qualified to be a core member of our organization. We need to recruit him to become one of us.”

The one-eyed man sighed inwardly. The White Wind Organization simply had too few members. Peripheral members, formal members, elite members, they could manage, but they could not cultivate the real core members. This was because each core member was a traitor of Black Rain Villa, a powerful Eerie Night Guest who managed to escape the relentless pursuit of the Decayed Knights. It was impossible to find another one like them.

For this reason, each successful traitor was a target that the White Wind Organization heavily sought to win over. They had somehow traced him to Joachim Manor, and heard about the violent upheaval there one night from the villagers nearby.

Based on the ruins of the manor, they deduced that a powerful imprint user had betrayed Black Rain Villa, and successfully escaped from the area of Black Rain by utilizing various measures to delay the Decayed Knights.

Ever since then, the White Wind Organization had been conducting covert investigations to find him.

Finally, they found the imprint user who had betrayed the villa in the east sea city. This man was an alias, Casio, real name Twilight, who had been active between the east sea city and Anta city recently.

“A core member!”

Orlin widened her pretty eyes in astonishment. Initially an outer member recruited by the Skywind Organization five years ago, she had done a great deal for the development of the organization in those five years, and only after completing numerous tasks was she recognized as a formal member. It was slightly surreal that this man called Twilight had the qualifications to be recruited into the organization as a core member.

This was a jump of three levels, something Orlin deeply envied.

The Skywind Organization was no regular interest group, rather it was a powerful secret society. Ordinary people could obtain wealth and status simply by becoming peripheral members. After becoming formal members, they had the opportunity to learn and control mysterious powers.

Elite members and core members were essentially enigmatic figures, traveling across the entire north-south reef continent.

They were always on the move for a secret purpose.

Orlin didn’t know what that purpose was yet.

At her current status, she did not have the right to know.

Orlin just happened to be in the east sea city and was recruited by the vice leader to remotely monitor Prandtl Manor and to observe the movements of this man named Twilight. She had been watching him all morning.

“Is Twilight still in the manor now?”

The masked man took a sip of tea, his mask leaving a sizable gap at the mouth, seemingly designed to allow him to eat.

“Yes, he’s still in the manor. He returned about half an hour ago.” Orlin nodded, also taking a sip of the tea.

“Very well, then I’ll go and have a chat with him now.”

The masked man put down his teacup, ready to rise.

“Wait, vice leader!” Orlin suddenly looked up.

“What is it?”

“Well… Prandtl Manor is heavily patrolled by many robust men, at least two to three hundred. And it seems that they are continuously transporting armory into the manor. I saw trucks carrying a large quantities of guns and explosives entering the manor. It looks like a very powerful gang, or… perhaps an army…” Orlin spoke hesitantly.

“A gang? An army?”

The masked man was somewhat perplexed.

“Yes, and it seems like Twilight has a very good relationship with this gang, even possibly being one of its top authorities.” Orlin added.

“…” The masked man fell silent.

Half an hour later, on a small hill beside Prandtl Manor, the silhouette of the masked man and Orlin appeared.

Each of them held a telescope, peering into the manor.

At the same time, on a vacant space beside the manor’s lawn.

A dozen silhouettes were having a chat, all of them were figures at the elder level in the Northern Mystery Martial World. Some were discussing the plans of the Northern Secret Martial Alliance, while others were simply catching up with each other.

Old friends or feuds seeing each other after a long time would sometimes lead to sparring. For example, Elder Auro of the Gale Cross School and Elder Aomori of Steel Fist Tao would inevitably spar after a disagreement.

Those around them were also happy to relax, and Casio was equally keen to see the diverse range of Secret Martial Art forms from the Northern Mystery Martial World.

It was a way of broadening one’s horizons.

A dozen or so elders of the Secret Martial Art schools scattered about the open space.

Only Auro from the Skyfall Cross Mark school and Aomori from Steel Fist Tao faced off to the left and right. Two invisible auras spread out silently. The air in the middle seemed to distort and fluctuate under a certain force.

“The last time we sparred was ten years ago. At that time, you beat me by one move. This time…” Aomori shook his head.

“Heh heh…” Auro chuckled coldly: “Stop dawdling.”

“Come on.”

Almost the next second.

“Bang!”

Aomori disappeared instantly. The next moment he appeared, he was in a fist-throwing posture. His steel fist, carrying a terrifying force, slammed into the air, resulting in a crisp explosion.

Right where Auro had been standing earlier, he had already shifted like lightning. His hands, originally tucked into his trouser pockets, suddenly reached out. The cross-shaped muscles on the back of his hands bulged, and a massive force simmered.

A flash!

Two strong gusts of force struck at Aomori’s back, looking more like a lethal strike than a sparring move.

With a pop, his toe dug a deep pit in the ground. Aomori twisted his body to throw a punch in an instant, his hands turning into a blurry shadow.

A black fist broke through the air and came smashing down. Auro dodged at lightning speed, almost skimming the ground. Then, using some unknown technique, he shifted in a semicircle with his toes as the center.

He slipped behind Aomori as if he had been greased, sliding incredibly smoothly. His hands, tucked in his pockets, suddenly swelled as if he were drawing a sword and quickly pulled out from his pockets.

“Gale Cross Mark!”

Swish! Swish!

A black cross swept through the air.

His palm cut into his back, causing a popping sound akin to exploding beans.

The entire back of his clothing was shattered, revealing the robust bronze muscles below, his back like a rugged bat. A glowing red cross mark was imprinted there.

“You’re… even slicker with age!”

Aomori growled, veins crawling over his face like dense tree branches, pulsating menacingly.

His body lurched, his clothes shattering. The muscles underneath squirmed incessantly like a mouse, appearing frightfully black and red. A foot stomped the ground, and his body shot out like an arrow.

Auro too took a step forward. His body, with his face facing the sky, fell backward. But Aomori was evidently faster, and his hands turned into a slew of afterimages, like a spear throwing.

Auro also made a move, with the collision of the four arms. An intense force burst in the air, forming a fuzzy airwave.

At this moment, a third person looking this way would notice

They would see that both of them collided in a peculiar posture; one forward and one backward, one charging forward and the other retreating backward. Skidding at a sixty-degree angle to the ground, the ground seemed as if it had been plowed by a bull, with mud exploded and flew. The rapid afterimages left on the retina appeared as two distinct black arcs, one front and one back.

Where the arcs passed, dust flew, and the floor cracked, and collapsed. Hearty ornamental trees were also brutally broken by the two, their movement like the roar of an elephant herd trampling over.

“Swish!”

Auro extended his arms, and a long tree trunk was thrown out. A cold light flashed in Aomori’s eyes, a speedy whip kick from him ferociously sent the heavy tree trunk flying.

The tree trunk passed over the wall, drawing a distant arc in the air. In the end, with a bang, it pierced straight into the ground.

The man in the mask and Orlin felt their feet numb, silently put down their telescopes, and cast another silent glance at the tree trunk five meters away.

“Vice… Vice-leader, should… should we withdraw first…?”

“These gangs seem to be a bit too fierce…”