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Chapter 390 - 390 228 Climbing to the Peak of Martial Arts with

Chapter 390: 228 Climbing to the Peak of Martial Arts with Confidence (4100)_2 Chapter 390: 228 Climbing to the Peak of Martial Arts with Confidence (4100)_2 It wasn’t so bad being old and weakened, but now at the peak of his physique once again, his spirit naturally returned. Thinking carefully, this plot of having a grudge from ten years ago and avenging it ten years later was somewhat passionate. However, the protagonist wasn’t some youthful figure from a fantasy novel, but an old man.

“If you want to take action against the organization, I support you.”

Casio suddenly said, “Actually, I too have a grudge against the organization, and sooner or later I will have to deal with them. If you have any plans, you can include me. If one person can’t beat Ghost Knife then let’s see what we can do together. The purpose of my return to the Secret Martial Arts World is to spar and fight with the strong…”

He was likewise dissatisfied with the organization, in the real world he had been forced into a corner by a member of the organization, the fighter Peacock. If it weren’t for the retrospective ability, he would have undoubtedly died.

Speaking of Peacock. The present Era of Retrospection is the 110th year of the Federation Calendar, in the real world, it’s the 156th year. Around fifty years ago, the old man Peacock was probably only around twenty, a young kid.

If he had been exposed to martial arts from a young age, he would probably be a knuckles now?

Anyway, he probably hadn’t reach the limit of human peak boxing fighter.

If he found the younger Peacock and beat him up… thinking about it did seem interesting, but it would be a bit demeaning.

Casio quietly suppressed this wicked thought in his heart.

Feng Liusi, hearing Casio’s support, was slightly moved, though he didn’t show it, he merely nodded.

“Fine.”

He then stated his second purpose: “I plan on making another trip to the Everlife Islands. The two most memorable events in my life are learning the Southern Dipper’s secret teachings in the Roca Mountain Range, and my experience on the Everlife Islands.”

“So next, I will probably find an appropriate time to try and get to the Everlife Islands. That old man who seems to be in the Holy Fist Realm, and the Southern Dipper’s secret teachings from the ancient underground trove on the Everlife Islands…”

Feng Liusi had quite clear thoughts on what he planned to do next.

He turned to look at Casio, “Casio, after we descend the mountain, I may have some things to do in advance and it might delay me for a week or two. I might not return to Windsor County first, so I’ll trouble you to wait for me at the Red Vulture Fist Headquarters for a while.”

“I know you came here to challenge the fighters of the Secret Martial Arts World and perfect your own boxing method. Conveniently, I know a bit about the many fighters in Windsor County, whether they’re current or retired.” Casio perked up when he heard this.

Feng Liousi continued, “There are about five or six fighters in the whole Windsor County, aside from me, there’s an old man who’s on his last legs. The rest are three or four, two of them are from the same sect, Evil Eye Fist from Mia city! Among them, the Great Elder of the Evil Fist has some skills and is a veteran fighter. His Evil Eye Fist is weird and unpredictable, and his strength is definitely not weak.”

Feng Liousi glanced at Casio, noticed that Casio was listening seriously, then continued, “In addition, there’s the Gate Master of the Extreme Softness Way, and the Master of the Bloodhand Fist. These four people each show uniqueness in…”

He spoke confidently, giving Casio some understanding of these fighters. It is best to know some information before the battle.

There were many cases in the Secret Martial Arts World of overturned ships in the gutter. Feng Liousi planned to make things clear to Casio in advance.

On this night, it was pouring rain. A lot was discussed between the old and young man. Although there is no title of master and disciple, their relationship resembled such.

Early the next morning in the Roca Mountain Range.

The two continued their journey, and it was still treacherous along the way.

It was around midday when Feng Liousi and Casio emerged from the woods, seeing the vast green grassland before them. The blue sky, white clouds, fresh wind, and swaying green grass were all soothing to the senses.

They exchanged glances.

Immediately, they went their separate ways. Feng Liousi headed one way, while Casio set off towards Mia city, his silhouette gradually disappearing.

On August 28th, 3 p.m., Mia City.

As always, the same old scene of outsiders issuing challenges.

There were four matches in total, two wins and two losses.

The disciples of the Red Vulture Fist headquarters dojo were increasingly dispirited.

Gate Master Rune was thinking of ways to unite the other middle-tier factions in Windsor County who were also being oppressed, in order to resist the pressure from Evil Eye Fist. He planned to wait for the irritable period of the Roca Mountain Range to pass, and then send someone to invite the absolute pillar of support, old Gate Master Feng Liousi.

Meanwhile, the Great Elder of the Red Vulture Fist was busy finding other elders for chats, as if he had some other ideas in mind.

At 5 p.m., in a city close to Windsor County in Kaqiong County, Nam City, which is 300 kilometers away from Mia City.

While the sky was still tinged with the red glow of dusk, the sunset looked like a painter’s palette, its colors strewn across the lower edge of the clouds. It gave off a magnificent and mysterious color that was fascinating and alluring.

A black train was parked at the station.

Passengers disembarked from the train as if they were a school of fish, leaving none behind. Suddenly, a group of ten or so people emerged from the forward-most carriage. These men and women of all ages were all tall and straight, with sharp eyes like swords, and their demeanor, a strong fortitude. Around their necks, each of them wore a sword-shaped silver clasp.

In the sunlight, it gleamed slightly, a distinct insignia.

A youth walked in the middle of the group. He wore a light-colored trench coat, had shoulder-length purple hair, and eyes which were black and tinged with red. His face was devoid of expression, giving him an aura of cold solemnity.

Attached to his waist was a long object wrapped tightly in white bandages. Even through the wrapping, it could be discerned that it was a sword.

“Lance, this is Nam City, the last stop in Kaqiong County,” said a bald, slightly shiny older man as he looked at the spire of the train station, “The Secret Sword Association headquarters is here, and their president is a master who had already reached the major accomplishment realm of a Martial Artist ten years ago, his strength now, might be even more…”

He turned his gaze towards the purple-haired youth.

“So? Are you confident?”

“Haha…” Lance sneered, “Master, that’s a question you should be asking them, not me. As long as I have a sword in my hand with which I can deploy the Soul-Losing Sword, there will never be a trace of fear. Even when sparring with a gate master level fighter, I’ve never been scared…”

“Good.” The old man patted Lance’s shoulder, “Keep fighting and build your invincible momentum. You have at least a fifty percent chance of entering the realm of a fighter within five years!”

Seven o’clock in the evening, Nam City, nightfall.

In a remote street in the northern part of the urban area, over a dozen Martial Artists with silver sword clips marched forward in a single unbroken line.

It wasn’t until they turned a corner and saw a building resembling a Martial Arts Dojo that they halted their steps.

They stood quietly, gazing at what lay ahead of them.

Only a single purple-haired youth continued to approach the building. His face was handsome, yet his demeanor was quite cold. He had a tall physique and even wore a pair of velvet gloves.

The steady cadence of footsteps gradually went further away.

A normal bandage that was initially used to wrap a sword fell from beneath his trench coat, carried away by the cold wind towards the end of the street.

With a whoosh!

The blade came out of the sheath, reflecting a cold, moonlit edge.

The hilt was held firmly by a hand covered in a white glove.

“Who’s there?!” The Dojo’s gatekeeper was startled.

Lance took a step forward, the light-colored trench coat was tossed up by the wind and in his right hand, he held a reflectively sharp long sword.

“From the Soul-Losing Swordmanship, the First Core Lance. I am here to challenge the president of the Secret Sword Association, Flower Secret Sword, and I hope that the president would not hesitate to bestow me with his instruction!”

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August 29, 1 pm.

In Kond City, a city adjacent to Mia City.

On a bustling street, a man with a hat and sunglasses held a map in his left hand and a newspaper-wrapped squid roll in his right. As he walked along, he casually took a few bites.

Along the way, he even asked a passerby where the location of Bloodhand Fist Dojo was specifically on the map.

“Thank you for your kindness,” Caiso folded the map.

“No need to thank me, miss. It is nothing.” The young man who had been asked for the directions snapped his fingers and smiled brightly.

Casio nodded, his face breaking into a bright smile as well.

As they passed each other, the young man took a few steps and suddenly felt a tingle in his body, causing him to topple over. Fortunately, he didn’t hurt himself too badly, just got a bit of a bruise on his knee without even breaking the skin.

“Snap!”

The young man shook his head.

He seemed to have heard someone snap their fingers from behind.