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Chapter 399 - 399 233 Wolfs Ambition (4400) (Thanks to Book Friend

Chapter 399: 233 Wolf’s Ambition (4400) (Thanks to Book Friend Xuan_Pin for the 10000 Qidian coin reward)_1 Chapter 399: 233 Wolf’s Ambition (4400) (Thanks to Book Friend Xuan_Pin for the 10000 Qidian coin reward)_1 At this moment, everything around became eerily quiet. The sky in front of Lance blurred and the colours of the small building faded, leaving only the window and the pair of eyes in it.

His pupils dilated, his breaths became difficult, and his heartbeat accelerated. It seemed as though an illusion appeared before him. Lance saw red vapor emanating from behind the blond youth. Thin wisps of vapour were continuously pouring out of his shoulders, neck, top of his head, even from the pores of his face. Finally, they converged above the window, forming a vortex that spun faster and faster…

“Hey, Lance, what’s wrong?”

Suddenly, Aro’s voice came from ahead. Like a wake-up call, it pulled Lance back into reality.

He took a sharp breath of air, closed his eyes briefly and shook his head. The sense of asphyxiation and oppression gradually dissipated. His back was soaked with cold sweat, making him feel chilled at this moment.

Lance looked up again, but found that the once opened window was shut, as if what had just happened was indeed an illusion. He let go of the hilt of the sword he had been gripping tightly, the white bandage on his hand now showed traces of sweat.

Glancing around, he found himself left behind. A group of people, seven or eight meters ahead, their gazes all turned towards him.

“What’s wrong? Lance.” Lance’s teacher, a bald old man walked over briskly, “You look terrible. Is it due to lack of rest from the train ride or a mishap during training?”

Lance shook his head, reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Then, with a gloomy expression, he stepped forward to catch up with the others.

From the crowd, sneering tones could be heard, “The match is just around the corner. Stop pretending you’re injured or sick. Are you planning to use that as an excuse in case you lose?”

“You were acting so tough earlier, but now, hmm…”

“…”

Lance’s aura turned colder, but he didn’t retort. He glanced at those who spoke, but finally set his gaze on Justin, the master of Evil Eye Fist Sect.

What he’d seen just now couldn’t have been an illusion. He had only felt that familiar oppressive pressure from the master of Soul-Losing Swordmanship. This means, the blond youth who had a staring contest with him a few seconds ago was a fighter, and a formidable one at that.

He didn’t expect the Evil Eye Fist Sect to have such an expert hidden within.

It turned out that any famous and profound School of Secret Martial Art shouldn’t be underestimated as they might have some hidden cards up their sleeves.

Originally, Evil Eye Fist of Windsor County was ranked around the middle or lower in East Nine Gates. As for the Soul-Losing Swordmanship that Lance belongs to, it ranked third, obviously having the upper hand in terms of strength.

When he came to the Evil Eye Fist Sect, Lance did feel a sense of superiority. But now, he’s on high alert. Evil Eye Fist might not have just two fighters as publicized but three, and the third one is rather young. This secrecy suggested that they might be planning some moves in the ranking of the Nine Gates. The Soul-Losing Swordmanship needed to be vigilant!

Lance looked at the side profile of Justin, who was talking and smiling with others. The more he looked at him, the more he felt a hidden sinister intent beneath that smile, just like an insincere old fox.

As the crowd continued to move along the path, rounding a corner, Lance quietly spoke to his teacher, “Teacher, I just saw a master fighter, in the third-floor window of that three-story building back there. I’m not sure if it’s Evil Eye Fist’s hidden card they’ve been nurturing.” He glanced at the few people up ahead.

“A fighter? Are you sure?” The bald old man replied.

“I can’t be wrong about that oppressive aura.” Lance said.

“Did you get a good look at his appearance?”

“Yes, he has blond shaggy hair, and he looks very young. His features are as delicate as porcelain and doesn’t appear to be that old.”

Lance gave a quick and simple description.

“A beautiful young man, with blond hair, young…” the bald old man mused for a moment before jumping to a conclusion, “He must be a newly emerged fighter, and quite young too! There are hardly any martial arts that when practiced could keep one perpetually youthful, moreover, they’re very rare among fighters. And the appearances of these few do not match at all with the one you’ve described.”

Ever since the establishment of East Nine Gates, all nine gates started to intentionally collect information about all fighters in the Hong Li Federation, especially the young ones, whether they’re genuinely young or just appear to be, they all received attention and scrutiny. This is because, in the world of martial arts, being young is the greatest asset. No one can tell to what extent a young fighter can grow in the future.

“Then it seems I had guessed it right, that the Evil Eye Fist has been secretly nurturing a new fighter.” Lance looked at his teacher.

“This is important intelligence.” The bald old man patted his student’s shoulder and threw a glance at Justin’s back in front, then towards the men of the Star Ring Fist nearby.

Although East Nine Gates is a unified entity in name, it’s actually quite loosely structured, with internal competition also prevalent. If Evil Eye Fist indeed has three fighters, and if they continue to evolve in time, they could potentially threaten the positions of Soul-Losing Swordmanship and the Star Ring Fist in East Nine Gates. After all, among the Martial Arts world of the Hong Li Federation, only few schools have three fighters. This alone emphasizes their significance.

The bald old man coughed softly and subtly moved towards Star Ring Fist. After a quiet discussion, Aro’s gaze kept glancing towards Lance, his expression very serious.