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Chapter 641 - 641 342 Blood Fist Casio (4000)_1

Chapter 641: 342 Blood Fist Casio (4000)_1 Chapter 641: 342 Blood Fist Casio (4000)_1 A black and silver sedan made its way slowly through the streets of Mia City, gliding like a sleek black fish.

The sun had already risen from behind the clouds, peeking shyly over the horizon, its golden body half submerged. It seemed like a round, tumbling egg yolk with white clouds scattering around it, like egg whites.

The warm orange sunrise seeped through the car window, scattering on the soft, sand-colored speckled blanket. Its light also cast upon the side of a young man’s face, sculpting a rugged and profound contour.

His eyes were downcast as he folded his arms. At first glance he appeared relaxed. His stiff trench coat, wide-rimmed gloves, and cold aura however, emitted a very clear sense of distance, making people feel reluctant to approach upon encountering.

The hum of the car engine was barely perceptible as the wheels turned to the right, turning a corner and entering the city’s main road.

Casio, sitting in the back seat, slowly opened his eyes. His dark blue pupils shifted towards the window, quietly observing the cityscape.

The neatly paved roads, rows of ornamental trees and streetlights, and the towering buildings of ten or even several tens of meters kept casting intermittent shadows through the sunlight reflecting on the window glass. Some buildings used tea-colored glass, upon looking from certain angles, one could see the light refracting like incandescent bulbs.

Windsor County had a very good development, and Mia City was even better.

At a glance, numerous black cars were parked on both sides of the street. Fashionably dressed pedestrians walked confidently, exhibiting great vitality. Especially noticeable were the young women wearing the recently popular silk stockings.

Their sheer black stockings outlined their glossy slender legs. Under the sunlight, they looked extremely pleasant.

This place was even more prosperous than Northern Flow City of the North Flow County.

Casio had once been to Mia City and even the East Sea City. However, those were experiences from dozens of years ago in the Era of Retrospection. In the real world, he had never left the county.

Therefore, after witnessing the modern ambience of the city, Casio couldn’t help but took extra glances, slowly surveying the edges of the streets.

Shortly after, the car sped in a certain direction.

Seven-thirty in the morning, an abandoned dojo in the old city district.

An understated luxury black sedan was casually parked on the side of the street.

The backbone of the Black Spade “A” organization waited in the driver’s seat, vigilantly observing the surroundings. Casio vanished from the back seat.

Within the dilapidated old dojo, a silhouette slowly meandered. The stone path was severely damaged, with weeds growing from the cracks, obstructing the way. Rubble dust was scattered everywhere. Some wooden buildings had already decayed, a sight of crumbling neglect was everywhere.

Only some brick and stone buildings remained, their red lacquer surface had already peeled off due to the weather, resembling skin ailments.

Casio reached out a hand, and his fingertips traced the wall. Immediately, large patches of wall ash fell off like scattered mist.

“Although it’s not the Red Vulture Fist… but…”

He heaved a sigh, filled with a sense of nostalgia. Time had swiftly swept by, and the renown power of the Blood Fist, Feng Liusi from half a century ago in the Eastern Secret Martial Arts World was long buried in the river of time.

Even the Secret Martial Arts School which he belonged to had been swallowed by decline.

The whereabouts of his descendants were unknown.

The name Feng Liusi was on the verge of being completely forgotten.

Casio’s gaze fell, lost in thought. He had arranged to meet with Amos at the old site of the Red Vulture Fist this morning, that party should be arriving soon. Casio turned his head slightly, his keen ears seemed to have picked up a subtle movement. He vanished in an instant.

Not far away, from within dense vegetation, an old woman dressed in grey walked in, through a hole in the collapsed wall.

Leaning heavily on her cane, she slowly shuffled her way in.

She was shrivelled, her face full of wrinkles, and her eyes were dull. Despite her age, she sported a full head of white hair tied up in a braid. The end of the braid still contained remnants of the teal color which marked the hair of her youth.

The woman was carrying a basket in her right hand. Inside were two bunches of freshly-plucked white flowers, still bearing some dewdrops.

She slowly made her way through the ruins and reached the backyard of the dojo. There was a not so small martial arts training ground with a spread of sand soil right beside a sparse cluster of trees.

The woman walked into the woods and stopped at a clearing.

Two graves stood surprisingly there, with tombstones in front of them.

No inscriptions were visible on the surface, only the traces of wind and rain.

The old woman leaned on her cane and took a break at the spot. After calming her breath, she stepped forward and took the two bunches of white flowers from the basket. One was placed in front of the older tombstone on the left, and the other in front of the tombstone on the right, after which, she brought herself into a posture of prayer.

“Grandfather… Father…”

She bowed her head. It wasn’t clear what she was saying. Due to her advanced age, her mumbling was not clear.

One could only hear her addressing two familial relations.

As she continued to speak, a tear rolled down the old woman’s cheek. Her gentle face appeared somewhat sad.

Today marked the era of the Evil Eye Fist. Banners welcoming the Eastern Martial Arts Event could be seen everywhere in Mia City, and many residents were excitedly participating in the discussion. This scenario made the decline of the Red Vulture Fist all the more tragic.

The remains of the once powerful Red Vulture Fist was just this lonely old base.

Moreover, in half a year’s time, the Evil Eye Fist would remodel the last decaying dojo of Red Vulture Fist into a new branch of the Evil Eye Fist.

It would serve as a base for training and cultivation of young talents.

The old woman babbled unintelligibly in front of the tombstones about recent affairs related to the Evil Eye Fist. As she recounted her memories of the past, the time when her ancestors were still alive, reminded her of the glory days of the Red Vulture Fist. The name Blood Fist was well-known to everybody.