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Chapter 389 - 389 Self-confidence in Climbing to the Peak of Martial

Chapter 389: Self-confidence in Climbing to the Peak of Martial Arts (4100)_1 Chapter 389: Self-confidence in Climbing to the Peak of Martial Arts (4100)_1 Rumble, rumble…

The thunder was getting louder and the rain heavier. In the obscuring black night, it looked like waterfalls were cascading down from the sky.

Lightning flashed, followed by rolling thunder.

It took Casio a while to digest what Feng Liusi had just told him. A fighter was not the pinnacle of the Secret Martial Arts. Above a fighter, more powerful beings existed.

Feng Liusi had said that the old man had merely released his Qi. Where his gaze fell, everything was enveloped. The Qi seemed as tough as stone, surging like a waterfall. Merely from such a description, Casio could imagine the magnitude of the old man’s strength.

If he could reach such a realm, high-explosive materials, rocket grenades, even missiles, might pose no threat to him.

He felt surprisingly calm at this moment, his previous sense of apprehension and confusion slowly faded away.

Casio was not fear of the diverseness and difficulty of Secret Martial Arts, nor of the bottleneck. What he feared was that the ceiling of the Secret Martial Arts was too low—for him to reach it by barely a few jumps.

This, to Casio, was absolutely unacceptable.

Ordinary Secret Martial Arts practitioners work diligently year after year with talent and will. In their lifetime, they may have some hope of passing the threshold of martial arts. They don’t need to worry about the peak of the Secret Martial Arts because reaching the level of a martial artist is already a great fortune for them. The later stages of martial artists, the various stages of fighters, are not within their consideration. Not to mention what’s beyond a fighter.

But Casio was different. In his heart, he always held a strong belief— that he could reach the peak of Secret Martial Arts. This was his absolute self-confidence.

With his Retrospective Ability, he could enter past eras for repeated learning, training, and sparring, growing step by step.

If he couldn’t reach the peak in ten years, it might be thirty, fifty years.

Even a hundred years he spent in the Era of Retrospection.

In the Real World, Obsession Antiques and Legendary Antiques are not that many, but they’re not rare either. As long as Casio could strengthen himself in the Era of Retrospection and bring the accomplishments back to reality, making himself more powerful. Then he would have more ability to collect these two types of antiques, either by fighting it himself or by forming powerful forces.

To get more and higher-grade Obsession Antiques.

It was a positive feedback loop.

The path of Secret Martial Art does have a future beyond being a Fighter!

This realization eased Casio’s mind. Lying on the hovering wooden bed, he sighed with contentment, no longer looking confused. Seeing this, Feng Liusi by his side nodded.

Young people needed their confusions cleared and to be praised a little more.

With self-confidence, many things became easier.

Seeing Casio silent, Feng Liusi continued with his story. “The old man released his Qi, suppressing the Ghost Knife instantly, but he didn’t direct his momentum towards me. It seemed as if he deliberately avoided me. The situation was urgent then, I didn’t have the time to think about it. So, I ran straight towards the beach. At the last moment, I looked back and find the old man’s aura somewhat familiar. It took me some time to recognize it, it was the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist…”

He sighed, seemingly regretful.

“By the time I remembered, it was already a few days later…”

“I escaped from Immortal Island, boarded a fishing boat waiting for me on the shore. Not long after we left the island, it underwent a violent change. An explosion occurred on the island, like a volcanic eruption. The deafening sound could be heard from miles away. Tons of mud along with tree trunks was tossed into the sky by unknown forces, turning the sky red…”

Feng Liusi paused for a bit, “I was too scared to stay close to the Immortal Islands anymore, so I took the fishing boat back to the East Sea County coastline…”

“After that, I went to Windsor County to recover. This severe injury led me to fall from my peak, slowly losing control of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, my mindset being influenced. Three years ago, I had reached the verge of deviation, I had to seal myself.”

“I thought I would spend my life in Death Valley, struggling to maintain my status until I fully deviated. Becoming a madman, turning wild in the Roca Mountain Range. Or to kill myself before I go mad…”

Feng Liusi subconsciously stroked his nonexistent beard.

“So, Casio, I really should thank you again.”

“Thanks to you, I was able to rid myself of the deviation of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, and even cured my hidden injuries, allowing me to return to my peak.”

However, Casio seemed indifferent and simply remarked, “I’ve said it many times. I helped you, and then you taught me South Dipper Red Vulture Fist. You could treat this as my tuition fees.”

“Hahaha.” Feng Liusi laughed, then his eyes lit up, “I actually came down the mountains for two main reasons this time. One is to seek revenge on Ghost Knife, a core member of the Organization, who had severely injured me ten years ago. I heard a few years ago that Ghost Knife and I didn’t die in the Immortal Islands, but returned to the Hong Li Federation after a certain sacrifice. I want my revenge…”

Casio looked at Feng Liusi and smiled. The old man’s youthful nicknames – Kill Fist, Blood Fist, Death Fang – were all indicative of his fierce and competitive nature.