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Chapter 664 - 664 353 points so far (4000)_1

Chapter 664: 353 points so far? (4000)_1 Chapter 664: 353 points so far? (4000)_1 The elder-level sparring began at half past eight in the morning.

Note that this is just a sparring match and not a full-on fight. It isn’t even as intense as the previous Core Wheel Battle and the individual fights. After all, the elders of each school are very powerful. Once they start fighting seriously, they may not be able to stop. Therefore, it’s better to keep the atmosphere friendly.

As for the real fights, let the disciples handle them.

On the first floor of the Black Pupil Building, sunlight poured through the tea-colored glass and dropped onto the floor, as if creating golden rectangular patches one after the other.

Sometimes, the mottled shadows of trees would sway gently as they were cast inside.

The audience seats were packed with disciples and instructors from various schools. They were all fixated on Arena No.1, eager to see how these usually low-key elders fight. Even if they do not go all out, it would still be quite a spectacle.

This time, there was no referee for the sparring match nor there were any specific rules. It was simply two elders going up onto the arena and having a go at each other, whenever they felt like it. Or, when an elder issued a challenge.

And the one being challenged would always accept it.

“Parsi, let’s see how much you have improved in these four years.” An elderly man with completely white eyebrows suddenly issued a challenge.

His gaze fell on a middle-aged man dressed in a black power suit. He had an average face, short hair that looked like steel needles, and emanated a deep and dangerous aura.

“If Elder Obi challenges me, how could I refuse…”

The middle-aged man abruptly stood up, his gaze profound.

From their conversation, it was evident that there was some personal grudge between them, but it wasn’t too serious. However, if they were to settle it with a private fight, the feud that wasn’t too big to begin with could escalate due to someone getting injured and losing.

However, this Eastern Exchange Meeting turned out to be the perfect place for this. There were a dozen other fighters keeping an eye out for any unexpected incidents. Coupled with the fact that the final day of the meeting was merely a friendly sparring session, both parties would refrain from going all out in terms of strength as well as temperament. Therefore, this elder-level sparring on the last day of the meeting carried some significance. It sometimes helped resolve conflicts.

“Elder Obi of Red Wrist Fist fighting against Elder Parsi of the Void Sun Sect, this is going to be interesting to watch…”

In the audience seats reserved for elders of each school, an elder commented on the duel, while someone else chimed in with the history of clashes between Obi and Parsi.

On the arena, two silhouettes stood on either side, facing each other. A slow yet significant momentum seemed to rise around them, distorting the air slightly, imbuing onlookers with a sense of pressure.

“This… this seems like the aura of a fighter! Our Gate Master had mentioned it once. It allows pre-emptive strikes within the area of aura coverage – it’s a very special kind of Martial Arts sense.”

“Our Great Elder once demonstrated this, the first through seventh Core Disciples went against him together, only to be made fools of. No matter what tricky angle they chose, they couldn’t even touch a corner of the Great Elder’s clothes, instead, they got hit on their mistakes and lost their ability to fight…”

Core Disciples were discussing in low voices.

BOOM! BOOM!

Two thunderous noises erupted from the arena – the result of both men rushing forward from both sides and clashing in the center of the arena – just like an arrow shot at lightning speed. They moved so fast in the air that they left afterimages, leaving fuzzy shadows in the viewers’ eyes.

“The fight has begun! But I can’t see anything clearly…”

“It’s too fast, too fast. It’s making my eyes blurry.”

Some of the disciples lacking in strength and eye sharpness commented. Most of the Core Disciples, however, watched intently, with their eyes glued to the arena.

Despite the slightly blurring speed, they could see clearly.

The old man with the white eyebrows came from the Red Wrist Fist school. Once he started engaging his full strength, a red mark the thickness of a finger would appear on his elderly wrists. His hands then started to swell rapidly, and the twisted yet powerful muscles would surge with powerful waves of strength.

Every time the old man’s hands cut through the air, they made a powerful whooshing sound that was very expressive.

On the other hand, the middle-aged man in the black power suit was from the Void Sun Sect and practiced the Void Sun Fist Seal. Whenever he swayed his body, his tightly-clenched fist would create an illusion of displacement.

It’s as if seven or eight fists were stacked together to create overlapping images.

BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG!

As the Red Wrist Fist clashed against the Void Sun Fist Seal, the surface of the arena echoed with crackling sounds of impacts. These were the sounds of fists hitting each other. Because their movements were too fast and their rhythm too rapid, it sounded like bursts of firecrackers. Both men were experienced fighters. Sometimes they exchanged powerful blows, testing each other’s speed and strength. Sometimes they countered tricky moves, showcasing their control over their power. Sometimes they defended while attacking, demonstrating their ability to seize opportunities and find each other’s weaknesses during a fight.

It wasn’t just boxing, there was a large portion of elbow strikes, kicks, and body movements. They moved at high speeds on the arena, their shoes scraping against the rubber floor, leaving black traces behind.

Fighter was a realm of its own. The speed of their moves was far beyond a boxing practitioner. In just one second, they probably mustered seven or eight blows, striking as fast as lightning. Therefore, even though the fight lasted only half a minute, both of them might have exchanged hundreds of blows. This was a pure contest of physical strength and skills.

Neither participant used any secret techniques or exerted their Qi.

On the arena, two black whirlwinds irregularly bounced around like lightning amidst dark clouds. Occasionally, the iron pillars serving as railings would get knocked out, bearing deep footprints.

“Is this what a fighter looks like? Such astonishing destructive power…”