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Chapter 556: 304 This is a Test (4200)_2 Chapter 556: 304 This is a Test (4200)_2 His gaze penetrated deeply, towards the area where the waterfall continuously bombarded. Amidst the spraying water, a black silhouette faintly appeared. The silhouette was seen sitting cross-legged on a huge bluestone, remaining motionless.

Enduring the relentless battering of the water flow like a solid rock.

“Waterfall training? An ascetic?”

Mumbled Casio. There once existed a school in the Secret Martial Arts World that advocated ascetic practices, surviving in all kinds of harsh environments, forcing the physical body to reach a state of spiritual refinement. This method is said to have a long history, with such groups of secret martial artists existing a long time ago. However, with the passage of time, the number of such rugged ascetics near the present day gradually dwindled.

“Huh?”

Just when he was thinking, the silhouette in the waterfall moved.

Roaring…

Without any signal, the terrifying water dragon roaring down was held up by an unknown barrier. It suddenly rushed out obliquely, like refracted light. Hundreds of tons of water flow bombarded a nearby woods with a loud bang, shaking the earth and the mountains.

Healthy ancient trees were toppled by the powerful water flow, collapsed, their roots bringing up sweeps of mud. At that moment, nearly a hundred trees were overthrown and swept away.

Looking down from above, a large patch of green mountains was bald.

Casio unnaturally took a step back, beginning to contemplate the most effective route for a strategic retreat. But the silhouette did not take action, but lightly leapt more than a hundred meters and landed on a vacant spot by the pond side.

It was an old man, an elder with completely white hair, eyebrows, and beard. His figure was skinny, slightly hunchbacked. His eyebrows drooped, as if squinting, only revealing a small slit.

He gave off an inexplicably laid back vibe.

It seemed he would be easy to talk to.

But Casio did not dare to act rashly, because he kind of understood what was happening. The elder in front of him was the mummy of the Extreme Fist! And on his thumb was a bronze ring, exactly the same as the one encountered in the church earlier.

So, the environment surrounding Casio now might not be an illusion, but a qi that is so substantial it eclipses the sun and sky?!

His hair stood on end, stunned by his daring hypothesis. A surge of indescribable terror flooded his heart. The Extreme Fist realm could actually reach such a magical level, wasn’t that equivalent to creating a world? Beyond human imagination!

Feng Liusi once experienced the release of qi by the Saint Fist, and Casio engrained that description in his mind: the pitch-black night sky, the accumulated clouds, the howling gale, the pouring heavy rain. Even the dense forest that we inhabit, and the ground beneath our feet. Everything was his qi, all composed of that surging qi!

This was the power of nature accomplished by one person.

Casio recalled the vague scene he saw before. The entire church was filled with a large number of engravings, as if some kind of mechanism. And the Extreme Fist corpse was sitting at the eye of the formation, maybe with the help of the mysterious mechanism, all of this could be created.

He comforted himself a bit, his gaze cautious.

Although he had some understanding of what was going on, Casio still didn’t know what would happen next? What was the purpose of dragging him into the world of qi?

At a distance, the white-haired old man seemed to completely ignore Casio. With his hands behind his back, he leisurely walked onto an open area. He took a deep, slow, profound breath.

Without thinking, Casio came a few steps closer.

The old man moved.

The whole person’s center of gravity was raised, the left foot straightly jabbed at the ground, the right foot moved back in a tiptoeing posture. This way, the old man’s entire center of gravity was placed on his right foot, his back leaned against a wall. His entire person, his straight spine, resembled a large python.

Creak, creak, creak….

The friction between bones brought about a sound like the operation of a mechanism. The old man reached out with both hands, moving very slowly.

This was a shake-off move, the power gradually moving from the shoulders to the arms, then from the arms to the forearms, and finally to the fingertips.

Since his movements were slow, what appeared in front of Casio was a fluctuating python’s tail, gently swinging out.

Soft yet fierce, tenacious yet firm!

With a somewhat strange trajectory of exertion.

Casio moved a few steps closer again, but saw the old man who had just finished the move suddenly retracted and threw out his punch. The right arm swung out like a python’s tail instantly, a series of actions compressed in a flash.

Poom!

A collapse appeared on a nearby tree, but it did not fall, instead, it stood as if it had not been attacked at all. The branches and leaves swayed gently in the wind.

Casio squinted his eyes to look over.

A white bird that was hovering in the sky flew down, its claws lightly rested on the tree trunk. The moment it touched, there was a roar, and the tree that could be hugged by two people exploded directly.

From the inside out, it was as if dozens of high-explosive bombs had been stuffed in.

A mass of wood chips surged towards the sky like sand, even igniting into fire, as if clusters of red flowers were falling in profusion.

“This…” Casio clenched his fist, “Echo Strength!!”

Just as Deathfang Power is to the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, Echo Strength is the secret skill of Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist. It represents explosive shockwaves!

Where the Deathfang Power touches, cracks appear, whereas Echo Strength directly causes explosions – like a surging wave of energy.

He calmed himself down and suddenly noticed something different about the old man. The python-strike had no sound this time! The only noise was from the tree trunk and the subsequent explosion. The action of the old man throwing a punch, however, was totally silent—like a voiceless poisonous snake, its every move hidden.

It appeared as though he used a special technique to minimize his movement and noise to the point where it was silent.

Quietly, quietly, killing invisibly.

It seemed to fit the definition of Ancient Assassination Fist perfectly.

Casio’s thoughts spun as he observed the old man training again. He demonstrated another basic move, the same as before. First, he demonstrated it slowly and then struck quickly at the end.

It was a Spin Hand Knife, executed precisely and ruthily.

Bearing a cruel disposition of ending a life with a single blow.

After observing for a while, Casio couldn’t restrain himself and started practicing. He noticed that the old man had no killing intent towards him, and there was no danger around. Moreover, what the old man was performing appeared to be the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist, just what Casio wanted.

Since it was offered right before his eyes, how could he decline?

For the following hour, the old man practiced the moves like a robot. Occasionally slow, next showcasing its power.

Joint techniques, elbow strikes, knee jabs, whip kicks, integrated boxing, etc., as if showing a large framework of basic contours.

It looked slightly similar to the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist.

Trying it for an hour, Casio managed to remember about ten percent of it. After all, the old man only demonstrated it once, and the stance was too peculiar. It was hard to replicate the moves perfectly.

“So this is the passing down of boxing method, isn’t it?” He thought about it over and over again, and momentarily, that was the only conclusion he could draw.

Woosh.

Not far away, the old man ended the last move and slowly turned his head. His gaze, devoid of any fluctuations, fell upon Casio.

“What does he mean?”

Casio’s neck tensed, his muscles contracting.

Just then, the old man attacked. His right hand-blurred and vanished, morphing into a python strike, advancing quietly and swiftly.

“Is he going to attack?!”

Casio responded instantly, having anticipated this.

Thus, he instantly assumed the stance of the Red Vulture Fist, meeting the old man with a clawed hand. Unexpectedly, the moment Casio was about to unleash his South Dipper Red Vulture Fist technique, the old man’s expression changed, his squinted eyes suddenly opened, and it was as if a purple skylight was erupting from within.

The strike, which originally showcased a power similar to the previous demonstration, instantly exponentially augmented in strength, as if it encompassed an entire hundred-meter waterfall in the palm and was swung down. The air rapidly evacuated, all tree leaves within a hundred meters swaying, rustling and falling.

Boom!!!

Casio was sent flying like a shell, directly smashing into the forest. His back repeatedly slammed onto several large trees.

“Cough, cough… I can’t use the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist? Cough, cough…”

“No, it’s that I can’t use other techniques, I can only use the basic swing form he just taught me!” Casio instantly sobered up.

His entire chest caved in, and he spat out blood from the corners of his mouth. His right hand, originally outstretched to counterattack, was broken and hanging limply by his side.

“Cough, cough, cough, I almost got killed with one punch… it’s been a long time since I was this battered.” Casio muttered to himself, but his face held an inexplicably excited expression. Perhaps it was because the person who hit him was an Extreme Fist grandmaster, it felt like a disguised form of sparring. As he was about to get up, Casio froze as if he had remembered something, his face turned pale.

“I wasn’t almost killed by a punch, I was…already dead…”

Crick-crack, crick-crack, crick-crack…

In his body, the prelude to a series of explosions suddenly roared — Echo Strength!