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Chapter 564 - 564 308 Empowerment (4000)_2

Chapter 564: 308 Empowerment (4000)_2 Chapter 564: 308 Empowerment (4000)_2 No longer in confrontational interaction, but developing in a positive direction. Both adhered to their own paths, distinct from each other, yet subtly echoed each other.

If the virtual meridians of the two systems in the body are close enough, like magnets, the Deadfang power and Echo strength in their respective meridians will start to accelerate! Some of the virtual meridians even overlap, almost touching each other, offering an incredibly quick acceleration effect.

Such touchpoints were scattered all over the body, creating a steady acceleration of both boxing methods. It was rather peculiar.

“Is this the resonance state that Feng Liusi mentioned?”

Thud!

Finally, two figures plunged into the pond, a huge water column rose into the sky, and glowing water droplets fell like rain.

When the transparent fog that blocked their vision dissipated…

Two figures appeared on the surface of the pond. A white-haired old man sat cross-legged on a bluestone, and a blonde youth stood quietly.

You could see that the old man’s eyelids were drooping, and his aura was incredibly weak- the thick purple light had entirely disappeared.

At this moment, he seemed just like an ordinary old man, taking a nap. His wrinkled skin conveyed a sense of having weathered many storms.

Casio remained silent with no change in his expression- it was still the cold, impassive poker face. He stretched out his palm and lightly brushed his chest. The ten holes punctured by his fingers healed quickly.

Within a moment, they were as good as new.

Hum, hum, hum…

Suddenly, a humming sound echoed throughout the earth and the sky. Everything around him began to fade, just like a heap of paint splashed on a canvas. As the colors mixed and dripped away, only the white paper was left.

This was the sign that the World of Qi was dissipating.

Casio had experienced this hundreds of times before.

The thunderous sound of the waterfall quickly weakened, as if separated by a layer of frosted glass. The sounds of the wind, the birds, the insects, they all faded away.

Nothing was left but the black and white silhouette of the mountain ahead, and the water pond at the foot of the mountain. On the bluestone sat an old man cross-legged.

The outline of the old man blurred, and the lines gradually dimmed.

“Even though I don’t know your name, but…”

Thud, Casio knelt down and slowly lowered his head.

This was a half-master’s salute.

In the Secret Martial Arts World, it represented the torch of inheritance, the legacy.

It was his token of respect.

Hum, hum, hum…

The mountain shook, trembling as it crumbled to pieces. Finally, it collapsed with a bang, turning into countless fragments of black and white lines in the air.

In the World of Qi, only Casio remained, along with the vague silhouette of the old man before him. The shadow trembled as if it was about to dissipate too.

At the last moment, a faint purple Qi streaked across and traced a gentle arc across the sky. Casio could have stopped it, but he chose not to. Instead, he allowed the purple point to imprint on his forehead. Instantly, he felt a current pass through his mind.

In front of him, fragments of a desolate memory emerged.

A blood moon hung over a battlefield.

Perhaps it was from the era of the empire, or possibly it hailed from an even more ancient epoch. Corpses were strewn all over the vast plains; fresh blood and upturned mud and grass roots blended together, forming a marshland.

A knight, clad in heavy armor, knelt on the ground, with four or five weapons pierced into his joints, blood dripping from the edges of his helmet.

Another soldier was impaled by a long spear, his whole body suspended mid-air. He seemed to have been skewered by a charging cavalry.

A metal staff bearing a red flag stood crookedly on the open ground.

It was a chaotic scene left by warring powers, their soldiers engaged in fierce combat. Countless bodies piled up on the plains, and fierce birds of prey feasted to their hearts’ content.

Yet, they only dared to linger on the outskirts, for at the very heart of the battlefield, where the stench of blood was most potent, a densely packed swarm of twisted, half-human and half-beast indescribable monsters were feasting. Backthorns, venomous fangs, scales, dark fog, manes…

Each presented its unique inhuman characteristics, weird and horrifying.

At the heart of all these monsters, a human in a black robe stood unharmed, even emanating an aura of leadership. Enveloped by black fabric, only his hands as white as freshly fallen snow were visible, blood dripping slowly from his fingertips.

Although the specifics of his appearance remained unknown, a sudden sense of absolute evil arose in Casio’s heart.

The grotesque exotic species around him, each with their frightening forms, were not comparable in the slightest to the man in the black robe. He only had to stand there, and one would naturally feel that he was the source of all sin, the embodiment of evil, the will of nightmares.

Thud thud thud thud thud thud!

In his field of view, a figure, as swift as a meteor, suddenly accelerated from one side of the plain and violently slammed into the swarm of monsters. His strength was unmatched, and any exotic species obstructing his path burst into shreds. A tumbling aura eclipsed the sky, overshadowing the Blood Moon!

At the same time, the field of view from the emerging memory started to blur rapidly, an effect of high-speed forward motion. A pair of aged hands reached out, swinging with terrifying force in the air, forming fists, palms, and knife-hands, resonating explosive tremors!

He brutalized and paved a path littered with corpses.

At one point, the exotic species around him disappeared momentarily, leaving only an open space before him and the man in the black robe.

“Monster, you’ve lived long enough! Die!!!”

The figure that was initially as swift as a meteor roared fearlessly.

The owner of the memory, an old Extreme Fist master, also roared like thunder. His white hair wildly danced, resembling an aged majestic lion.

“Xiadu!!!!!”

Whoosh! Everything in his sight turned black. All images had vanished.

Casio remained frozen in place. The old man’s roaring resonated in his mind: “Xiadu, Xiadu, Xiadu, Xiadu…”

It was laden with a fiery rage that could incinerate everything, accompanied by an inexpressible hatred, even resentment.

Casio didn’t know what the man in the black robe had done to warrant such hatred from the Extreme Fist Master. However, it must be something outrageous; otherwise, it wouldn’t be this severe.

Additionally, the name of the man in the black robe was Xiadu!

Xiadu!!!

Casio had explored various pieces of information, and knew that the organization’s elusive leader was named Xiadu! Moreover, the Sect Destruction War was related to this man named Xiadu!

However, based on the era represented in the just-revealed memory,

The century in which the old Extreme Fist master existed is presumed to be very long ago. Compared with today, it has at least hundreds, if not a thousand or more, years difference. Did the leader of the Organization, Xiadu, live for a thousand years, from that era until now?

Or, is Xiadu merely a code name,

Being passed down through generations?

Casio was suddenly plunged into a state of confusion.

His thoughts quickly shifted to the real world, forty or fifty years later. So, in the real world, does the Organization also have a Xiadu, an immortal, ancient creature?

Casio practices Demon Idol Secret Martial Arts and through gradual body modification, he has ventured into the realm of the non-human. His life expectancy constantly improved, and theoretically, he could live up to 150 years.

If he could thoroughly master the Demon Idol’s Secret Martial Arts, he might live for more than two hundred years.

This was fundamentally different from a dark biological transformation and was merely a mimicking of it through Secret Martial Art, which was deeply rooted in the human magnetic field.

Despite this, normal Secret Martial Art practitioners who have obtained powers far beyond ordinary humans, still struggle against aging. Being forever young might be only skin deep, despite claims otherwise, the body still weakened.

Even at the Fighter level, they only live five to six or seven to eight years longer than ordinary people. If one reaches the Holy Fist Realm, there might not be much increase in their lifespan. At most, twenty to thirty more years.

Basically, it’s impossible to live beyond one hundred and fifty years.

This is the limit of the human species, to cross this line, one needs to evolve, like Casio has done. But this was an accidental coincidence; the birth of the Demon Idol is unique, the result of multiple factors combined. It could be said that luck played a significant role.

Could it be that the head of the Organization, Xiadu, mastered a bizarre secret martial art, transformed himself to live until the modern times?!