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Chapter 638 - 638 340 Magical Golem Sect (4000)_2

Chapter 638: 340 Magical Golem Sect (4000)_2 Chapter 638: 340 Magical Golem Sect (4000)_2 “The third inspection of the exchange meeting venue has been completed and approved.”

“Accommodations for all schools have been prepared.”

“We continue to maintain contact with the government and media…”

“There are no mistakes in my private invitation list.”

“All the major schools have been sent their invitations…”

He nodded silently to himself, feeling significantly more relaxed. He returned to his seat on the sofa and brewed himself a small pot of hot tea.

Just as he was about to raise his white porcelain cup for a sip, Ugo recalled an incident from a few days ago. Reportedly, a mysterious secret martial arts school popped out of nowhere in the North Flow Country, wishing to participate in this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Meeting. However, everything about this school was unknown. It had emerged too recently, leaving many details undiscovered. No other secret martial arts schools from North Flow Country had interaction with it.

Moreover, the timing proposed by this school was a bit tight.

Including them would require adjustments to seating and accommodation arrangements, necessitating a redo of the invitation list.

Hence, Ugo eventually rejected their request.

He suggested that the school wait for the next exchange competition.

Once this message was relayed, there was no response from the other side. It seemed they had tacitly accepted the decision, so Ugo didn’t pay further attention.

“What was the name of that school again?”

He took a sip of tea, pondering as he stroked his chin.

“Ah, The Magical Golem Sect.”

Ugo muttered to himself as he placed his tea cup back on the table.

“Quite a majestic name, although I’ve never heard of it. Probably some insignificant school hidden away in some obscure corner…”

He shook his head, crossed his arms on his chest, and leaned back.

He closed his eyes, ready to catch a brief afternoon nap.

Having gone through everything in his mind again, he was confident everything had been taken care of. Even if unexpected issues arose, backup plans existed. This eased quite a bit of Ugo’s stress. He planned on sleeping all afternoon to recharge, since he would stay up both following days, straight up to the beginning of the exchange meeting on the 25th.

At the same time, at the Star Ring Fist—one of the East Nine Gates.

On a spacious fighting field, squares of pale yellow tiles formed a grid, juxtaposed against the sky full of clouds.

In the centre of the field, an old man and a young man in black combat suits were quickly exchanging blows, limbs flying. Each strike landed with explosive force, so powerful that their collisions kicked up clouds of dust.

As their feet touched the ground, the intensity of their force caused the tiles to crack. Each swift turn created a sound akin to a muffled thunderclap. If there had been anyone watching around the field, they would surely feel their legs trembling as if in an earthquake.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The tall youth, with a red band around his forehead, launched an attack with hands that emanated dazzling light.

His body folded, his arm sprung like an arrow. A whistling wind spun through the air, forming a lethal crescent moon shape.

The speed was extremely fast – it seemed to be some sort of secret technique.

An ordinary boxer would have likely been defeated in an instant.

However, the neatly dressed old man on the other side merely lifted his palm and effortlessly deflected the heavily-loaded punch. The explosive power was completely swallowed up.

In fact, he remained motionless, the tiles under his feet undamaged. This display of his astounding ability to dissolve attacks was quite impressive.

“Pow!”

The elder suddenly threw a punch that hit the youth’s abdomen, sending him flying across most of the field.

Just as he was about to land, the youth exerted control over his body.

His landing was somewhat clumsy, but he quickly got back to his feet and stumbled back to the elder.

“Shaq, your mind is in chaos.”

The elder, with his eyes almost shut and a face full of wrinkles, appeared to be in his seventies or eighties, and his body slightly hunched.

“I’m sorry, Elder Aro, I just really want to beat Simonyi. Each time I think about leaving for the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition today, I get so excited. In the world of Eastern Three Stars, it’s always Thunder Dog Simonni, Moon Fist Shaq, and Death Soul Sword Suede. I am always second to that guy Simonyi.”

“In all official and private sparring sessions, we each win half the time, he is not stronger than me!” Shaq’s face revealed his discontent, obviously he was not satisfied.

“This time, at the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition, I will defeat him in front of everyone! I will let the entire Secret Martial Arts World of the East know who is the strongest among the Three Stars of the East!” He took a deep breath.

“Don’t get excited, don’t get flustered, and don’t be impatient. You are the only one among the younger generation who has learned all the secret techniques of the Sun, Moon, and Stars. You are even younger than I was at your age. Simonni will not be your match. Let this old man accompany you on this trip…”

The old man reassured him with a smile, his eyes slightly squinted.

“Second Elder, you’re going? What about the Gate Master…” Shaq asked.

“I’ll talk to him. When you get old, sometimes it’s good to think in peace.” The elderly man spoke slowly, extending a hand to pat Shaq’s shoulder: “I am eagerly looking forward to the day you win the Exchange Competition…”

He looked at Shaq with his cloudy eyes, his gaze slightly blurred, as if he were looking past this young man to see himself in the past. Fifty years ago, when he was young and energetic. Back then, he seemed to be called one of the Three Stars of the East as well.

Yes, there was also a nickname, what was it again?

Shining… Shining Fist.

Elsewhere, atop a high mountain, the maple leaves were fluttering. The woods spread for tens of miles, seemingly ablaze with vibrant reds. The wind would blow, and the flames would roll.

And it made a sound like the crashing waves of the sea.

Within the Maple Leaf Forest, beneath the tallest and largest tree.

A man in a plain trench coat sat cross-legged, his back straight as a pine, a longsword that had already been removed from its sheath across his knees.

Fiery red maple leaves frequently fell, landing on his head, shoulders, and legs. The man seemed to have turned into a red maple tree, with lush leaves.

His brows and eyes were lowered, his features sharp, his aura extremely cold. Like a killing machine that had been nurtured since childhood, he sat in silence.

“Rustle rustle rustle…” “Rustle rustle rustle…”

The autumn wind blew, making the red light flicker all over the mountain.

Buzz buzz buzz…

On the youth’s knee, the narrow cross sword suddenly began to vibrate, causing a series of clear sounds.

Suddenly, a jade-white hand reached out to grab the black-rope sword hilt. In an instant, the man had disappeared from his spot.

A resonant slashing sound resounded through the air.

For a while, it even drowned out the rustling of the leaves.

A stunning sword light burst out from the Maple Leaf Forest, wrapping around a flow of air full of maple leaves, tracing a fiery arc in the sky.

It was as if a Flaming Fire Sword was shooting straight up into the sky.

Ding!

The sword returned to its sheath, and the youth turned around and walked down the mountain.

“After a hundred days of hard cultivation, I have finally mastered Violent Maple One Sword.”

“Thunder Dog Simonni, Moon Fist Shaq… It’s about time someone else took your place. I’ll nurture my Soul-losing sword intent with you…”

The silhouette of the youth disappeared amidst the falling maple leaves that were like a rain of fire.

Suddenly, a series of thunderous rumblings sounded from behind him.

Astonishingly, a circle of over a dozen trees around him had broken. The cross-sections were smooth. The tree trunks fell, causing a flock of birds to flee.

East Sea County, East Sea City, Yun Quan Fist.

At the train station platform, a group of youthful and beautiful girls were surrounding a young man, chattering away.

“Senior Brother, you must bring back a first place trophy…”

“Senior Brother, I believe in you, you must give it your all!”

“Senior Brother, both Senior Sister Berenice and I believe that you will definitely be the strongest at the Eastern Exchange Competition if there are no accidents! You must give Suede a good beating for us! Last time we sparred, he nearly ruined Berenice’s face! So irritating…”

“Senior Brother…”

Curious passengers looked over, partly because these girls were exceptionally beautiful, with well-proportioned figures and unique auras. There was a radiance of youth in their words.

“Phew~” White steam sprayed out from the gaps in the train carriage.

“Alright, alright, whatever you want to say, I understand. I will do my best at this Eastern Secret Martial Arts Exchange Competition. The train is about to leave, and my junior brothers and the Elder are still waiting for me. Goodbye.”

The young man squeezed out from the group of chirping girls and hurriedly boarded the train.