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Chapter 642 - 642 342 Blood Fist Casio (4000)_2

Chapter 642: 342 Blood Fist Casio (4000)_2 Chapter 642: 342 Blood Fist Casio (4000)_2 What a pity, time is relentless, and everything ultimately ends in solitude.

In the Secret Martial Arts World today, hardly anyone remembers the turbulent years of that remote era. A new generation has replaced the old.

The Red Vulture Fist was merely a fleeting phenomenon. Nowadays, in Windsor County, over the last fifty years, it is the Evil Eye Fist that dominates.

As for Feng Liusi of the Blood Fist, who once made the Evil Eye Fist wary, who knows? His nickname still sounds quite dominant, suggesting that he was somewhat famous in his time. But compared to each generation of dazzling Gate Masters and Elders of the Evil Eye Fist, he’s no match. This is the thinking of everyone in the Evil Eye Fist.

Who wouldn’t, when for half a century they’ve been the strongest school in Windsor County? The victor has the right to turn the page of history.

“Whoosh…”

Suddenly, the old woman felt someone passing by her side. The fabric of a garment brushed against her, causing the edge of her clothes to sway slightly forward.

She blankly raised her head.

She saw a handsome, cold young man in a black trench coat, filled out by broad and powerful shoulders. The fabric at the back shaped out his erect spine. His hands, encased in white gloves, held a bouquet of white flowers, their petals delicate, sparkling with dewdrops.

The youth slowly bent over and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone to the left. His expression was solemn and serious.

After finishing, he put his hands together in front of his chest in a gesture as if praying for loved ones, then stood up and turned around.

The young man looked at the old woman not far away, as his gaze seemed to pass through her aged contours to see her beauty from fifty years ago when she was a vibrant, radiant youngster. For an instant, it seemed as if the lively, tea-green-haired youngster of then overlapped with the white-haired, old woman of the present. Time intersected at this moment.

“Niv…” Casio murmured a name in his heart.

But he didn’t utter it. His face, seemingly as cold as a mask, oddly contorted to force out a rigid smile.

This was actually Casio’s way of expressing kindness.

But his strange smile somewhat frightened the old woman, causing her to involuntarily step back. For a moment, the intended questions of “Who are you?” and “What is your relationship with my grandfather?” were forgotten in her mind.

“Rustle… rustle…”

The morning breeze brushed past, creating a noise like waves crashing as it rustled the leaves. Thousands of golden fragments of light slipped through the gaps and shone on the ground, creating a spectacle of scattered, patchy traces of light resembling ripples on the water. The young man, who observed the somewhat scared old woman, removed his hat, bent over, and performed a gentleman’s bow.

The glossy, velvety hair sparkled in the sunshine.

After giving his respectful salute, the young man put his hat back on. His movement was so quick that it was like he vanished from her side, his low voice echoing.

“Please pay close attention to the upcoming Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition.”

“The Evil Eye Fist of the Eastern Ninth Gate will be completely eradicated in the near future…”

“The name of the Blood Fist will once again sweep through the entire Secret Martial Arts World of the East, like a storm! The first generation Blood Fist, named Feng Liusi…”

“The second generation Blood Fist, named Casio…”

“Goodbye, Niv.”

Startled birds, a flock of black crows, furthermore took flight in the woods.

“Caw… caw… caw” Their long calls echoed.

Squawk! Suddenly, a sound similar to a bird of prey’s call pierced the clouds, soaring towards the high altitude.

Instantly, all the crows fell silent, one after another returning to their perch.

With their feathers trembling slightly, they dared not soar in the sky.

A tall figure appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the ruins of the dojo. His shadow cast a long, narrow trace on the ground.

Casio looked at his bare right hand and withdrew the other life’s vibration energy that had flooded into his palm. The next second, he put his glove back on his right hand. The fabric was unexpectedly soft.

“Luckily my true body never cultivated the Black Demonic Hand, or else whenever I transferred life vibration energy to others, I would have to take away a bit of their vitality. I wouldn’t even be able to touch another’s body…”

He shook his head and glanced at his shadow.

“Come out, why are you still hiding when it’s already time?” Casio slowly turned around, facing the shadow not far away.

“Hehe, your physical senses are too keen…”

A youthful voice rang out. A boy in a black and white tight-fitting butler uniform walked out, his face wearing a harmless smile. The lenses of his glasses reflected a faint light, similar to white.

The two shared a glance, then immediately headed towards a secluded corner of the Red Vulture Kendo Dojo, carrying on their conversation as they moved.

“Now, we have a piece of good news, and a piece of bad news. Both could introduce some variables to the plan…”

“Speak.”

“The good news is, the effort that Evil Eye Fist has put into promoting this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition is unprecedented. They have invested a lot of funds, manpower, and resources. This will be an excellent stepping stone…”

“And the bad news?”

“The bad news is, our people have discovered traces of the Gate Organization’s activity in Windsor County. And several clues seem to point towards Mia City, possibly related to the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition…”

“What level? Does it involve the Gate Organization’s leader, Xiadu?”

“How could it be, Xiadu hasn’t shown himself for five years already…”

“Hmm, then it’s not bad news.” Casio looked to his left: “You brought good news. Two pieces of good news…”

On the twenty-fifth of September, at three in the afternoon, representatives from all invited schools across the six counties in the eastern part of the Hong Li Federation have arrived. They were settled in their guild hall rooms by noon.

They were guided to tour the dining, bathing, and fitness facilities one after another. And now, they all gathered near the Black Pupil Building next to the Golden Leaf Clubhouse. This is a newly renovated modern-style combat arena which retained a touch of modern atmosphere after several months of reconstruction.

Everyone gathered in the second-floor main hall, where a large stage akin to those in opera houses was pre-arranged. There were three-tiered steps, a crescent-shaped platform, a soft red carpet, and two huge curtains on each side. The stage was decorated with numerous props, under a glow of multicolored neon lights.

A passionate and rhythmic music echoed throughout the hall as the band on each side played fervently. On the red carpet, a row of sexy girls dressed in vivid rose-red dresses were performing the Foxtrot. Their high heels clicked against the floor to match the rhythm of the music, their skirts fanning out to reveal their long, shapely legs wrapped tightly in black silk stockings. They were all tall and slender with heavy makeup, their faces adorned with vibrant smiles.

They gave off a vibrant feeling, much like blooming red roses.

Below the stage, each Secret Martial Arts school had their own designated area. They sat in comfortable spots similar to cafe booths, eating snacks laid out on the tables, watching the performance. Occasionally, they would engage in excited chatter, creating a lively atmosphere.

On the left side, in the frontmost row of seats, sat the representatives from the Yunquan Fist dojo.

Unlike the other dozen or so young disciples, the highest-ranking black-haired young man seated in the middle bore no change in expression. He simply leaned back in his seat, eyes half-closed, appearing to have fallen asleep. The enthusiastic dance on the stage, the rhythm-bound music, and the electrifying atmosphere were all irrelevant to him.

Though he was in the middle of the crowd, the young man seemed to exist within his own world, indifferent and separate from those around him.

Two scarcely discernible gazes flickered towards him from both sides.

One came from the Soul-Losing Swordmanship school, and the other from Star Ring Fist.

But the dark-haired young man seemed oblivious to it all.

The performance on the stage came to an end, and a new act was introduced. A famous, sensual star from an opera house in the six eastern counties stepped forward, her provocative figure dressed in a stylishly designed tight lace miniskirt. With her arms spread out like the petals of a flower, her songbird-like voice filled the air.

Encouraged, the audience broke into applause, with some even shouting and whistling in admiration.

Unconsciously, time moved into the evening. After a sumptuous dinner, the grand musical performance resumed.

In the midst of the performance, a silhouette emerged from the Black Pupil Building, disappearing ghost-like into the darkness.

In Saka Park, in front of the slowly spraying White Stone Fountain, the black-haired young man walked forward step by step, listening to the sound of flowing water.

“I’m here. What about you?”

Whoosh…

A shadow abruptly appeared from behind the fountain.

“I’ve been waiting for you for ten minutes, Simonyi…”