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Chapter 384 - 384 225 Boxing Method Will Embryo (4000)_2

Chapter 384: 225 Boxing Method Will Embryo (4000)_2 Chapter 384: 225 Boxing Method Will Embryo (4000)_2 Perhaps one day inspiration would strike, or the pressure of fighting with a master would lead him to suddenly break through to a new realm.

Feng Liusi’s thoughts circulated as he looked several times at the deep red vortex above Casio’s head. The violent and bloody aura that emanated from within it caused him to feel subtly alarmed, as it seemed to be somewhat too intense.

After contemplating for a moment, Feng Liusi chose to remind him.

“Casio, I know you’re thrilled about finally making progress as a fighter, and the upcoming period will be one of rapid advancement for you. However, you must take caution – you can use me as a negative example. The cultivation of South Dipper Red Vulture Fist brims with killing intent, leading to possible retaliation, even to the point of deviation.”

“Restrained by your own murderous nature, never lose yourself…”

Feng Liusi imparted his words seriously. Having spent two months together, he had come to consider himself as Casio’s elder.

Things that needed to be spoken, reminders that should be emphasized. Whether Casio was receptive or not, Feng Liusi felt an obligation to say it.

Next, Feng Liusi unfolded his aura, demonstrating its various uses in front of Casio. With twenty years of experience, some of his techniques were undoubtedly helpful.

At the end, Casio asked Feng Liusi a question.

If a secret martial artist possessed multiple auras at once, could the clashes between them lead to some negative results?

This question stumped Feng Liusi.

He could only provide some speculation based on his experience.

First, bad results and good results are both possible. Different natures of aura may have crashing conflicts, creating clear distinctions. Or they may undergo transformations, meaning the aura doesn’t differentiate properties, and as long as you infuse it with martial will, it will become the aura of that particular boxing method. There are precedents for this.

Feng Liusi once traveled the Northern Mystery Martial World, encountering an elderly retired fighter. The secret martial art the man practiced was very peculiar, with the first half and the second half of the boxing method differing greatly. It led to the situation where using the first half of the method required one type of aura, and in using the second half, the original aura transformed to match the property of the latter half, which was quite miraculous.

This situation was similar to Casio’s, but there were also significant differences.

Second, based on the conditions described by Casio, Feng Liusi believed that having three coexisting auras was more likely than two. If there were only two auras, the possibility of mutual consumption would be higher, but the addition of a third would create a variable. Perhaps something unexpected could happen. As is well-known, a triangle is the most stable.

Third, …

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In a blink, another two days had passed.

Having a preliminary grasp on the realm of fighters, Casio expressed his intention of descending the mountain on this morning to Feng Liusi.

“You plan to go down the mountain?” At the door of the wooden house, Feng Liusi looked at Casio, who had a thin wooden fishing rod slung over his shoulder.

“Yes, I have some matters to attend to.”

Casio’s tone was as indifferent as ever.

“Wait for me.” Feng Liusi brushed past Casio and entered the small wooden house. Two minutes later, he came out carrying a cloth bag, and with a hint of a smile said,

“Let’s go together; I have some matters to attend to as well…”

A chilling gleam flashed deep within Feng Liusi’s eyes.

Casio glanced at Feng Liusi, then at the cloth bag he was carrying. He nodded and succinctly agreed, “Fine…”

Feng Liusi lifted his cloth bag as if to explain.

“I didn’t bring anything except a couple of cans of worms from the surroundings of Death valley. These blood-colored worms are fatter than those from other places, very suitable for fishing. I have few hobbies at my old age and just enjoy fishing, haha…”

He laughed heartily. The current Feng Liusi no longer looked the old man, but rather more like an interesting middle-aged man.

The type that mature young women would like…

Without any hesitation or concern, these two high-ranking figures in the world of secret martial arts leveraged their strength and directly descended the mountain.

Not bringing anything else, they resembled unrestrained wanderers in a way.

August 27th, just before three in the afternoon.

Near the Roca Mountain Range, Windsor County, Mia City.

At the Red Vulture Fist Headquarters, in a moderately-sized dojo.

The grounds were trapezoidal, smaller at the front and larger at the back. A portion was a newly built brick and tile building, while another section was an older wooden structure. Dozens of teenagers in light green martial arts uniforms were practicing their boxing on the martial arts field, their movements methodical and orderly.

In the shade of several large trees surrounding the arena, instructors in white combat suits paced back and forth, supervising everyone’s cultivation.

Close to the entrance, one teenager looked a bit distracted. His eyes occasionally glanced towards the entrance, and his movements were slightly deformed.

“Val, concentrate!” An instructor’s voice rang out from behind him, and Val was struck on the head, immediately stopping his daydreaming.

Minutes and seconds passed, and it was three in the afternoon.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

A knocking sound rang out punctually from outside the wooden door.

Following that, a young man’s voice came from outside, “East Nine Gates, Evil Eye Fist, second core Otto… is here to spar.”

Suddenly, all the disciples practicing boxing stopped in their tracks. They looked at each other, with some whispering in low voices. “Here they come again, every day at three in the afternoon…”

“Will they ever stop? It’s been over half a month…”

“Why does the Evil Eye Fist come to challenge us every day? The Two-finger Flow and other schools also come occasionally. What exactly are they aiming for?”

“It seems to have something to do with East Nine Gates, but I am not entirely sure…”

Hearing the discussion among the disciples, the instructor in the combat suit couldn’t help but sigh. Over the past half month, several secret martial art factions had collectively come to challenge the Red Vulture Fist, under the pretense of sparring, of course.

These factions, led by the Evil Eye Fist, sporadically send their core disciples to challenge, resulting in more losses than wins for the Red Vulture Fist. This even affected the cultivation and morale of the Red Vulture Fist disciples, with five or six dropping out consecutively.

In the secret martial arts world, sparring is inevitable. The saying goes, “Better lose a player than the game”. The losses in fighters was minor compared to losing face. The Red Vulture Fist had no choice but to accept the challenges, for if they didn’t, their reputation would be ruined.

Unless, that is, the Red Vulture Fist stopped accepting new disciples.

So, they had to open the door …

With a creak, the gate of the Red Vulture Fist dojo swung open.

A dark-skinned young man strode in.

Five minutes later, the sparring session ended.

The three fighters from Red Vulture Fist, all lost.

Outside the door, the dark-skinned young man flexed his fists. He hadn’t walked a few steps before getting into a car, driven by a man in his fifties. He still had a muscular physique, with obvious veins on his arms. His face bore a scar, and his eyes were dark and profound.

With a slam, the door was shut.

“Master, we won.” The younger man said from the back seat.

“Good. Just as it should be.” A cold smile curled at the corner of the middle-aged man’s mouth, “We, the Evil Eye Fist, have tried to advise patiently. If they do not heed our advice, they cannot blame us for using force. East Nine Gates’ plan to integrate the entire Eastern Mystery Martial World is the trend of the times. As for thorns like Red Vulture Fist, they enable us to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.”

“Master, I remember there used to be a very famous fighter in the Red Vulture Fist, called Feng Liusi. He was known as the Blood Fist.”

The dark-skinned youth complied.

“I understand you, don’t worry. That old chap deviated from the right path three years ago, and has been in seclusion somewhere in the corners of the Roca Mountain range ever since. With no news for so long, it’s likely that he’s in a good deal of danger.” The middle-aged man paused for a moment before continuing, “Even if this man comes back, it’s of no use. We, the Evil Eye Fist, have our Master and old Master, both being fighters. Plus another one from other schools, and there’s one who can be transferred from the East Nine Gates. Red Vulture Fist cannot make any waves. We have a total of four fighters on our side, enough to suppress the factions in Windsor County.”

“Red Vulture Fist is only a side note…”

The middle-aged man started the car, and the wheels gradually began to spin faster. He glanced out the window, and said in a casual conversation with his disciple, “Sand Elbow, Blackwood Secret Sword, Earth Plow Knife, Mikar Fighting faction, Moon Wind Gate… most of the small factions have been integrated over these past few months. In a few days’ time, we’ll take down Red Vulture Fist. By then, a county’s resources, medicinal materials, and fresh blood will flood into our Evil Eye Fist. At that time, we can hope for further advancement…”