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Chapter 236 - 236 162 I dont even know his name (4000)_1

Chapter 236: 162 I don’t even know his name (4000)_1 Chapter 236: 162 I don’t even know his name (4000)_1 “…”

The vice leader did not speak, the black mask on his face concealed his features, making it impossible to discern his expression.

“Let’s go.”

He turned and went decisively, seemingly afraid of being discovered by the people inside the manor. After all, this small hill is not far from the manor and could easily be seen by the naked eye.

The group of people in the manor are by no means simple, and the masked man thought it better to take a long-term view and not act recklessly at this time.

Separated by a wall, the sparring of the two elders continued.

Or to say, this was no longer ordinary sparring, but a battle. A battle that is less than life and death. Elder Auro of the Heaven Falling Cross Sword school seems to have had some grudges with Elder Aomori of the Steel Fist Tao school in the past, so when they start fighting, they do not stop, their fists frequently clash rapidly.

However, both of them still hold back.

Neither uses limit bursts or killing moves, because if they really hurt each other badly, it might be a thrill, but the interests of their respective sects would suffer.

The Northern Secret Martial Alliance had set the rules beforehand, so these rules could not be broken, and rule-breakers would be punished.

And the object of punishment would be the entire sect.

On the grassland, each step Aomori took lifted a large piece of turf. His sharp toe movements, fast as a drill, provided him with a strong propelling force. Each of his forward moves was as swift as a lightning sprint.

Especially when he made sudden turns, his feet would dig up the soil like a bulldozer, scraping off half a meter long strips of turf. If you looked down from above the manor, you would see what was once a square patch of green grassland had turned into a mess.

Listless pits and long scratches appeared intermittently, and the yellow-black soil stood out against the grass.

In contrast, Elder Auro caused much less destruction to the surrounding environment. He did not have the high-speed directness and overwhelming momentum of Aomori. His combat style tended towards flexible close-quarters combat, frequently exploiting his enemy’s blind spots in the field of view.

Like a gyroscope, he spun around on the spot.

Moreover, their fighting styles were completely different.

Elder Aomori of the Steel Fist Tao was extremely aggressive, his fists swinging like hammers, carrying an invasive aura. Each punch, each kick, seemed as if it was meant to kill.

It was sheer dominance and strength on display.

Unlike Aomori, Elder Auro from the Heaven Falling Cross Sword School was much calmer, resembling a poisonous snake lurking in the dark, waiting for its prey to reveal an opening before striking at its weakest point. His cold demeanor suggested a silent killer.

A typical example of his attack was to keep his hands in his pockets, making it impossible for others to predict his next move. As soon as his crossed muscles bulged, his secret martial art would burst forth. He would quickly draw his hand knife, and then with a deadly whistle, he would attack.

His attacks were usually aimed at the joint where the neck connects.

At the manor, Aomori and Auro sparred for a full ten minutes, and in the end both had only suffered minor injuries.

A battle to the death between top fighters typically doesn’t take this long; it often only requires a minute or half a minute, or even a few seconds, to determine the winner. The reason the two of them fought for so long was because they were both holding back.

Without bringing out their real killing moves, given Auro and Aomori’s decades of experience in combat, even if they fought for another hour, they would probably still not be able to tell who was winning or losing. This was not a good time for a sparring match, so after a while, the two naturally stopped.

Casio, who had been watching the whole thing, was greatly enlightened.

Just as scholars need to read many different types of books and eventually learn by analogy, the same principle applies to martial artists. You first need to have enough “stones” in hand.

What Casio was doing now was as simple as picking up stones. The sparring of the two warriors, though not a life-and-death battle, was certainly a good “stone”. He memorized it firmly and threw it into the pile of stones.

Just waiting for the day when the pile of stones is high enough. A spark of inspiration strikes like lightning, and amidst the explosion of fire and lightning, the stones turn into dust, and a whole piece of jade leaps out.

At dusk, the weather was somewhat gloomy. Cold winds swept up dust and leaves on the city streets. Low-hanging dark clouds in the sky hinted at upcoming rain.

Violet Kite Street, East Sea City.

Two average-looking girls were walking along the sidewalk, both dressed casually and not looking particular. But their stride was unusual. Usually, it was their toes that touched the ground first, followed by their heels.This is a basic technique that makes it easier to dodge in case of danger.

These two girls were disciples of the Bai Shuijian school, and they are currently going out to buy some daily necessities for the people of the school.

There were many pedestrians on the street as it was commuting time.

From time to time, people cast glances at the two girls.

Although they were not particularly beautiful, due to their regular exercise, their legs were straight and their figures enviable. The curve of their bodies outlined by the clothes were appealing. Bai Shuijian wasn’t Steel Fist Tao. They practiced the cross sword, not muscles.

So, they didn’t end up with men and women looking equally sturdy.

In the crowd, a man in a black jacket glanced at them. He was wearing sunglasses and a common wide-brimmed hat. He was currently walking slowly along the sidewalk in the same direction as the two girls up ahead.