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Chapter 639 - 639 Only 341 tourists (4000)_1

Chapter 639: Only 341 tourists?! (4000)_1 Chapter 639: Only 341 tourists?! (4000)_1 On September 25th, various forces converged in Windsor County.

At three o’clock in the afternoon on this day, the “Evil Eye Fist” guild would hold the opening ceremony for the Eastern Secret Martial Art Exchange Meeting. This would then be followed by a grand banquet and a series of song and dance performances in the style of an opera theater.

In other words, the official competition would take place on the 26th.

For some martial arts schools that might be rushing due to tight schedules, it would be acceptable to miss the opening ceremony as long as they arrive on the second day.

Of course, most reputable schools would want to save face for “Evil Eye Fist” by arriving before the afternoon of the 25th. After all, they would have to settle into their accommodations at the guild hall.

As the top-ranked amongst the East Nine Gates and the undisputed leader of the Eastern Alliance, Yunquan Fist had meticulously calculated their journey times.

Their train from East Sea County to Mia City in Windsor County was scheduled to arrive at half-past six in the morning on the 25th. As there was no direct train, they had to change trains several times during the journey. However, Yunquan Fist had powerful connections, and each time they booked an entire carriage for their disciples to rest.

Hence, no one felt fatigued throughout the journey.

With the imminent Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition, both the ordinary and core disciples of Yunquan Fist were eager to participate. The elders were also a little moved and planned to seize this opportunity to reunite with old friends they hadn’t seen in three or four years.

Of course, it was also possible that they might end up having a confrontation with a rival group.

So, even though it was six in the morning and typically a time of grogginess, everyone in the fifth carriage of the express train from Kond City to Mia City, all twenty-plus members of Yunquan Fist, were full of vim and vigor.

Some were chatting softly, some were having the breakfast provided by the steward, and some were sitting by the window reading the city travel guide available at every seat. They were all wearing the same casual clothes, which looked indistinguishable from regular clothes. But in reality, these black and white outfits had reinforced areas at the joints, like under the armpits, knees, and groin.

Also, the fabric used was very comfortable and durable, highly suitable for physical activity or stretching the body. These were the standard-issue clothes provided by Yunquan Fist, apart from meditation and training clothes. They also had summer, fall, and winter clothing for all occasions.

They even had custom-made suits for important occasions.

Regardless of the clothing type or the season’s attire, there was one constant element: a logo imprinted on the left chest area.

A fierce, baring-teeth, vicious dog.

This image had been artistically exaggerated and deliberately out of proportion. The ferocious dog’s head was huge, almost covering half of its body. Its eyes were spouting flames, and its tusks were uneven and ferocious.

It was as though it had a crocodile’s wide, bloody mouth.

Its aggressive appearance was striking at first sight. In fact, the logo originated from the Hong Li Empire period, akin to a family crest. It depicted a beast of fantasy.

In recent times, after being artistically modified, it had become the symbol of Yunquan Fist. Yunquan Fist had intentionally sought the advice of several master painters for modifications to achieve the desired effect.

At the back row of the carriage, by the window, a black-haired youth sat quietly. One hand rested on the window ledge; the other held a cigarette. Listening to the chirping around, his face was expressionless. His demeanor was lazy, as if he didn’t care about anything. He gazed at the row of trees whizzing past the window, his eyes vacant, covered in a layer of gloom.

Tap, tap, tap… a series of footsteps slowly approached.

A man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with silver hair, walked over and sat down next to the lazy youth.

He glanced at the youth whose demeanor was markedly different from usual and sighed, “Simonyi, don’t always smoke. Even though the impact isn’t significant, it’s still detrimental in the long run…”

“Hoo…”

Simonyi exhaled a puff of smoke, which was quickly swept away by the cool breeze wafting from the window, disappearing without a trace after a brief twirl.

“Uncle Feis, tell me, why would the Holy Spirit create a person with a defective body and then grant him extraordinary talent and perception? Isn’t it like intentionally subjecting him to hardships when two contradictions are concentrated on one person?”

He flicked the ashes, letting them fall onto his clothes.

“…” Feis opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

Simonyi was the child he had taken in, a child with a physical disability. He had been abandoned because of his congenitally deformed curved spine.

Such a physique was hardly suitable for heavy physical labor, let alone martial arts. But Simonyi unexpectedly possessed an extraordinary talent and perception for secret martial arts. He had a near-photographic memory and could sometimes deduce insights from a single observation. Feis simply went with the flow and taught him the ways of martial arts.

From the Yunquan Fist’s Basic Combat Art, explosive secret techniques, to the Yunquan Fist’s secret martial art. None of these was a challenge for Simonyi.

His talent was so high that it shocked all the elders of the Yunquan Fist at the time, and he naturally became the eldest senior disciple.

However, the physical defect was ultimately a difficult obstacle to overcome.

Simonyi’s determination to endure severe pain for decades to improve his physique and grandstand the boxing movements despite his deformed spine was undoubtedly commendable. However, when confronting the threshold of becoming a fighter, even he was despondently defeated.

That was one threshold that Simonyi could not cross and dared not cross. Once he fully cultivated his spirit, his body would collapse. A series of chain reactions might even paralyze him.