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Chapter 396 - 396 231 Who Approves Who Opposes (4100)_2

Chapter 396: 231 Who Approves, Who Opposes (4100)_2 Chapter 396: 231 Who Approves, Who Opposes (4100)_2 “Good!” The bald old man cheered for the confidence displayed by his disciple. He nodded his head, his gaze falling on the bandaged Lance, “I will call the doctor to check your injury again…”

“No need, a day’s time is about enough.”

Lance unfastened his bandage, revealing a long, slim, brown scar. Under the effects of the strong medication applied and the synchronized healing of the breathing method, the injury caused by the president of the Secret Sword Association has basically healed and would not affect Lance’s combat power.

He could feel that his spiritual will and emotions were in a heightened state. Continuing to fight under these circumstances was the best choice. Resting for a few more days, on the contrary, would cause his momentum to drop, which would have a negative impact.

There was a rustling sound.

A wide, light-colored trench coat was draped over Lance’s back. He took a big step forward, a long scar across his chest, his right hand holding a sword.

“Teacher, time is of the essence, let’s go straight to Windsor County…”

Eleven o’clock at night.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

From the battle room of the Extreme Softness Way, a series of explosions were heard, which were the sounds of fists and bodies colliding.

Every now and then, the hard and thick walls would vibrate violently, and dust would fall. The many disciples of the Extreme Softness Way who were guarding the battle room were frightened. It was like two monstrous beasts were fighting inside, the momentum was terrifying.

Tonight, a weary stranger fighter came to challenge the Gate Master. The two entered the combat room half an hour ago, and five minutes ago, violent noises came from inside.

The sound of the explosion, like a road roller working, did not stop for a moment.

“Senior Brother, do you think…” A teenager just opened his mouth to speak.

The wall next to him suddenly exploded, a fist punched a hole straight through, and fragments were violently ejected.

Like a dense barrage of bullets exploding, some hitting the walls, some hitting the ground, leaving small pits everywhere.

The teenager grunted, his back hit by a pebble the size of a fingernail. He lifted it up to see a purplish bruise. It was a good thing he wasn’t in the direct line of fire and the stone was small. If it had been a fist-sized stone, he would have been killed instantly.

“All disciples, retreat another ten meters! Do not approach within fifteen meters of the battle room!” An obviously older youth stood up and shouted, and all the people were in the night.

As soon as they retreated, there was a thunderous noise from the wall. Half of the enclosure wall collapsed, and two battling silhouettes soared through the rain of rubble. The ferocious air wave was overwhelming.

Hoo! Hoo! Bang!

Finally, the two figures suddenly stopped.

The image in front froze in the eyes of all the Extreme Softness Way disciples.

A man in a trench coat had his hands held up flat like he was slapping a watermelon, pressing on the temples of the Gate Master. The Gate Master, however, stood stiff in place, his fist frozen in mid-air, blood trickling from his ears and eyes.

This scene was deeply etched in the hearts of the disciples, lasting for five seconds, until Casio lowered his hands to his sides.

The Gate Master then stumbled, regaining his balance before raising his fists, saying, “I lost, thank you for your mercy…”

“No problem.”

Casio returned the courtesy, an afterimage flashing in the air.

By the time the disciples of the Extreme Softness Way reacted, Casio’s figure had disappeared, leaving only the Gate Master standing.

“Cough, cough!”

The Gate Master suddenly swayed, almost falling to the ground. Fortunately, he managed to support himself on bended knee with one hand.

“Gate Master!” x n

Many disciples surrounded him.

The Gate Master waved his hand and stood up on his own. He then coughed violently, looking up at the clear, cloudless night sky, “Such a ferocious fist, such a heavy killing intent, such a strong aura, Windsor County is in for a storm again…”

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days passed. September 1st.

Windsor County, Mia City, train station.

A train whistling steam slowly came to a stop at the platform.

Following the conductor’s direction, many passengers carrying hand-suitcases from far away got off the train and headed for outside the train station.

A white-gloved hand rested on the carriage door, and a purple-haired youth stepped off the train, his pupils dark with a hint of red in the sunshine. He was wearing a trench coat, underneath which a long object wrapped in a bandage, forming a sword shape, was half-veiled.

The youth stood aside, watching the members of Soul-Losing Swordmanship disembark one by one. When the last person left the train carriage, he was about to divert his gaze but suddenly turned his head to one side.

A pair of reddish-black eyes narrowed, with sharp corners like a sword.

A robust, pale-skinned youth came down from the cars behind. He seemed to have noticed Lance’s gaze and turned his head back with a hearty smile.

“Stellar Ring, Brilliance Fist, Aro…”

Lance murmured to himself, his right hand involuntarily reaching for the sword hilt at his waist. The loose binding seemed to be unravelling.

“Are you really going to draw your weapon here at the train station?”

A robust tenor voice came through. The pale-skinned youth, Aro, spoke across a dozen meters. He was wearing a black tank top revealing his strong arms, and tight shorts covered the lower half of his body. A white bandage was evenly wrapped around his left forearm, while his right hand was still wrapping. Round after round, it wrapped over the wrist and covered the entire palm.

“Hmph.”

Lance snorted coldly, slowly moving his hand away from the hilt of his sword. The original cold aura around him did become even gloomier.

“What a coincidence for us to meet again like this.” The pale-skinned youth raised his thick, black eyebrows, stretched his bulky shoulders back, and scanned the group of Soul-Losing Sword.

“Where are you guys headed in Windsor City?”

“None of your business.”

Lance’s gaze was as cold as ever.

“How does it not concern me? Little brother-in-law, I…” Before Aro could finish his sentence, he stepped forward with a hee-hee laugh.

Ching!

A gleaming Swift Sword was drawn out, resonating in the air. The flat side was as smooth as a mirror. The sword was long and sharp, and a curvilinear brass handguard at one end resembled the handle of a pair of scissors, protecting the palm.

With the sharp point of the sword aimed directly at the pale-skinned youth, the gloom in Lance’s eyes almost turned into water droplets: “You dare say brother-in-law again…”

“Ah, hehe.” Aro laughed awkwardly, raising both hands, and said: “Don’t be so impulsive, mate. This is a public place. I won’t mention your sister… put your sword back…”

“Hmph!” Lance snorted coldly once more.

He then left the train station without turning back, followed by the group from Soul-Losing Sword; Aro, too, left in a car with three or four men.

The two parties, one after the other, surprisingly had the same destination.

Both were heading for the Evil Eye Fist Sect, part of the East Nine Gates.

At this moment, at the dojo of Evil Eye Fist. This was a cluster of villas located halfway up a hill in the suburbs, and also the headquarters of the Evil Eye Fist Sect.

In a spacious meeting room meant to entertain guests, a middle-aged man in a green short-sleeve shirt sat in the main seat, and several other martial artists sat around the red long table.

There were representatives of some small secret martial art schools and the gate masters of most medium-sized secret martial art schools. Among them was a man with a full tea-brown beard on his face, wearing a short combat uniform. On his chest, toward the shoulders, was a bird of prey logo.

Rune, the current gate master of Red Vulture Fist.

And the man seated in the main chair was Justin, the current gate master of the Evil Eye Fist. The Evil Eye Fist had been pressuring many secret martial art schools in Windsor County for half a month, and now it was time to talk.

The meeting had been going on from eight in the morning to eleven and was not yet over. Many issues can’t be resolved just by having a meeting.

But there is a loosening of stances from some secret martial art schools.

There was a creaking noise, and someone walked in from the outside of the door and came to Justin, the gate master of the Evil Eye Fist, whispering a few words.

“Someone came here to challenge Evil Eye Fist at this juncture? Asking for a match with Elder Jay by name!?” Justin’s eyebrows gradually furrowed: “Besides some minor figure, we should first ignore him and I’ll take care of it later. Let’s finish the plan of the East Nine Gates first….”

The disciple of the Evil Eye Fist nodded and then quickly stepped out.

Justin cleared his throat twice, placed a hand on the surface of the long table, scanning the room with his eyes, he began to speak.

“I don’t want to dilly-dally with you all, let’s just get to the point. Who is in favor of joining the Eastern Alliance and who is opposed?”