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Chapter 391: 229 Bloodhand Fist: Flame Python (4100)_1 Chapter 391: 229 Bloodhand Fist: Flame Python (4100)_1 “Trying to find an address on a map can be a difficult task for those who lack a strong sense of direction. Fortunately for Casio, he had some kind-hearted people to assist him. Besides the helpful youth he’d met earlier, he’d sought directions from a few strangers along his journey.

The process had been smooth; Casio had not encountered anyone who ignored him, people were always warm-hearted. It was just that most of them seemed to misjudge Casio’s gender, which made them a bit more gentlemanly. After his two-month cultivation in Death Valley, he had become quite strong, and his features had become more robust.

However, this body had developed so perfectly after its second development within the Black Cocoon that it almost reached the pinnacle of human perfection. The changes brought about by the two months of training were not significant.

As Casio continued to follow the directions given by the passerby and referenced the map, he entered a clothing store. It had been two months in Death Valley all while wearing the same set of clothes.

It was time for a change.

A loose, pure black trench coat, a simple white lining underneath. Casio also bought a hunting hat, similar to a future-era baseball cap. Once put on, it was quite effective, easily masking his eyes and half of his face.

All the clothes were quite suitable, but the collar of this black trench coat was hung with a silver chain. The chain was almost as thick as a thumb, which for ordinary people could be slightly heavy. It looked like some kind of non-mainstream design that had recently become fashionable.

“Does the customer not like this style? We can go for something similar, like these,” the shop assistant noted, walking over.

“No, there’s no need, I like it very much.”

Casio immediately put on the trench coat and hat. After paying, he left the clothing store and continued towards his destination.

Having spent two months in the Roca Mountain Range, far from human society, even the cold-natured Casio inevitably felt bored. Now that he was back in the city, he decided to stroll around on foot, deliberately not taking any horse carriages or trams, simply walking under the sun.

Looking at the bustling streets on both sides, endless stream of pedestrians, a wide variety of shops, and a row of black vehicles parked by the Chinese parasol tree, he felt a strange sense of comfort.

This gave him a feeling of returning to ordinary life, and his cold edges were also subtly rounded.

Half an hour later.

“Casio of Wind Elephant Gate, here to pay respects to the Master of Bloodhand Fist!”

“As fellow fighters, I hope you do not hesitate to share your teachings!”

His deep voice instantly diffused, and with a unique technique, Casio’s voice resonated like a thunderclap.

Standing tall in front of the gate of the Bloodhand Fist Dojo, the disciples who were originally guarding the gate fell to the ground, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, their spines seemingly oppressed by an invisible force.

The weakest among them could only support their body with both hands.

He just barely avoided falling head-first onto the ground.

There were quite a few people rushing from inside the dojo, but as they tried to approach the gate, they were instantly suppressed on the spot by an invisible aura. The feeling was like the surrounding air had turned into lumps of glue, making it extremely difficult to move forward or back.

“Hmm!”

A youth hummed, his neck veined in blue-black meridians, his forehead full of sweat beads. He made a swift retreat, barely managing to escape the range of the aura.

Once free of the aura, the youth breathed heavily. He cast a cautious look at the slightly distorted air in front of him, and the three or four brothers who were frozen within the aura, and hurriedly turned to head back into the dojo. An enemy had come, quickly, they needed find their Master.

Halfway, he looked back again.

It was far too arrogant, this wasn’t any ordinary visit, it was a clear challenge to the dojo!

Ten minutes later, inside the Red Hand Fist Dojo.

A group of Red Hand Fist disciples were discussing in hushed tones in the hall and passageway, their gazes frequently casting towards the end of the passageway.

There, two instructors guarded left and right.

Behind the passageway was an open space, similar to a martial arts field. High-level fighters naturally couldn’t spar on the arena as usual.

Simply the aura bursting from an individual could cause a shock to the spirits of the surrounding disciples, enough to even risk their lives. Moreover, fighters needed ample space when in full swing – the arena was too small. Full power attacks, when triggered, could shatter the arena.

The martial arts field: an extremely open space. Edges lined with greenery, grassland, and the rest covered in large sandy rocks.

In the center, two lone figures stood facing each other.

Around the edges of the martial arts field, a few figures were planning on watching the fight. Some were elders and core disciples of the Bloodhand Fist, some were the heads of several nearby martial arts halls, branches of other secret martial art schools that were established in Kond City. The commotion caused by Casio had attracted some attention, and nearby martial arts halls had received the message, sending their people to watch the fight.

“How did Windsor County get another fighter? He claims to be from Wind Elephant Gate, but there’s no such gate in Windsor County…”

“He must be a top expert from another county, probably wanting to travel around challenging others after breaking through to the Fighter Realm, to solidify his status. So young, I wonder which powerful longstanding school Wind Elephant Gate belongs to?”

“He may not necessarily be young, look at his delicate features, but his voice is quite low. This state might be due to special effects of his martial art cultivation. Some martial arts can slow down a person’s aging, he could be in his fifties but look like he’s in his twenties. Only at their moment of death will they rapidly age…”