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Chapter 665 - 665 353 points so far (4000)_2

Chapter 665: 353 points so far? (4000)_2 Chapter 665: 353 points so far? (4000)_2 “This is just a sparring session. The two elders on top probably didn’t even use half their strength…”

“Wow, I can’t imagine what a fully unleashed fighter can do. I’d really like to see it… too bad…”

“See for yourself! Witnessing a fight to the death between fighters is suicide, ordinary people can’t even handle the aftermath! If you see a fighter going all out, run for your life!”

“…”

The audience seats were buzzing with astonishment.

Boom! A loud noise suddenly came from the arena.

Two figures flew out from the center, spun two or three times in the air, and landed firmly. Their vision cleared again.

They revealed two slightly disheveled men on the arena.

One had a black shoe print on his belly, the other had a fist print on his chest. It was a hard collision, with no clear winner.

“In these four years, your progress has been significant. Without using Qi and secret techniques, you are almost on par with me…”

The right hand of the elderly man with white eyebrows trembled slightly at his side.

“The Red Wrist Fist is indeed formidable, I have learned a lot.”

The middle-aged man wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Whiz!

Suddenly, a figure leaped onto the arena from below.

It was Ugo, the Gate Master of the Evil Eye Fist. He intended to play the role of referee this final day of the exchange meeting, not to adjudicate who won or lost, but to stop the fight from escalating.

Now that the two people on the arena had finished sparring, someone needed to ease the atmosphere, allowing both sides to step down in the aftermath of the fight.

After some sighing and boasting, Ugo sent away the two elders from the Red Wrist Fist and Void Sun Fist Seal. He stood at one corner of the arena, looking in the direction of the school elders in the audience seats, waiting for the sparring to continue.

Unexpectedly, a clear and powerful voice came from the disciple audience: “Gate Master Ugo, I wonder if I qualify to participate in the sparring amongst the elders on the final day of the exchange meeting?”

Whoosh!

Unforeseen waves arose, as a headstrong momentum billowed out.

The young man at the center of the commotion, handsome with piercing eyes like a sword, walked step by step from the passage, his hair tousled and flying.

It was Simonni — Thunder Dog Simonni!

Simonni was not wearing the combat uniform of Yunquan Fist, but a simple trench coat. The hem fluttered like gloomy clouds.

“You… You are a fighter!!!”

On the arena, Ugo’s pupils contracted sharply. As a fellow fighter, he could easily sense the aura emanating from Simonni. Although still inexperienced, there was no mistake – it was the aura befitting a fighter. That aura was exclusive to fighters!

“Simonni has broken through to the realm of a fighter?!”

“He has crossed the threshold of the martial artist!”

“…”

The audience seats erupted in surprise, including the elders of various schools who were murmuring among themselves. Gazes flickered towards Simonni, filled with admiration, appreciation, shock, and envy.

He was so young, and had already reached the realm of a fighter.

His potential was indeed limitless.

In the crowd, two pairs of complicated eyes fixed on Simonni’s upright silhouette. One belonged to Moon Fist Shark, the other to Dead Soul Sword Suede. From this moment on, the reputation of the East’s Three Stars fell short, as Simonni became the number one amongst the young generation!

The gap was widening, almost to an irreparable extent.

A fighter, a title that even Shark and Suede dared not claim for sure they would reach. Yet Simonni had done so, setting foot on the highest level.

In the face of Simonni demonstrating the strength of a fighter, the reactions from spectators of various schools were varied. But for Ugo, this was a moment of joy. Wasn’t this exactly the sensational news he was hoping for?

A participant in the East’s exchange meeting had broken through to the realm of a fighter!

It’s an event that people within the Secret Martial Arts World in the east will talk about enthusiastically for the next two or three decades! The Evil Eye Fist was guaranteed to gain fame from this! Once today was over, he would have to get in touch with some media contacts. The news could soon…

With a smile on his face, Ugo was lost in his thoughts.

He looked down at Simonni and met his gaze.

“Of course, you’re qualified!”

“You’ve just broken through to the realm of a fighter. Do you want to spar with so many elder fighters? After all, it’s a hard-earned chance to consolidate your realm. So, which elder would you like to challenge?”

Ugo roughly analyzed Simonyi’s thoughts.

“I wonder if Gate Master Ugo would be willing to spar with me…”

Simonyi looked up, revealing a smile.

“Challenge me? No problem. But this is a sparring match, we cannot use lethal secret techniques, and it’s best not to use Qi, but you can use auxiliary auras…”

Ugo described the consensus, then moved to one side of the arena. Watching Simonyi spring up to the other side below.

“Simonyi wants to challenge the Gate Master of the Evil Eye Fist Sect! This is getting interesting…”

“Who do you think will win?”

“Nonsense, definitely Gate Master Ugo. How could a newly-promoted fighter compete with an experienced one? There is no comparison…”

“But they can’t use lethal secret techniques in sparring.”

“Even without lethal secret techniques, Gate Master Ugo’s battle experience and physique are certainly stronger than Simonyi’s.”

The discussion in the audience seats didn’t cease.

On the arena, the two had already assumed their stances.

Simonyi stood with his legs apart, sinking his weight downwards, his right arm inclined forward, and his left hand loosely clenched across his chest. His sharp gaze was firmly fixed on his opponent, and his breathing began to grow heavy.

On the other side, Ugo had also assumed the starting stance of the Evil Eye Fist. His fists were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands twitched.

Whoosh! Swoosh!

The two instantly dashed out, their feet stamping hard on the ground. The entire platform shook and their silhouettes clashed.

Bang!

Simonyi’s Tiger Claw shot up from below, tearing through the air with a piercing sound. Ugo’s shoulder muscles snapped, and his arm hammered down like a shell.

It collided directly with the palm imprint, creating a loud noise.

Simonyi’s palm tingled, but he swiftly spun his body around.

Using the force of his spin, he swung his left arm like a windmill. It was both fast and fierce, making a loud humming noise.

Ugo moved with incredible speed, his gaze sharp and experienced. He evaded the swing by bending low, then lunged.

He took advantage of Simonyi’s overexertion and delivered a direct elbow strike. Simonyi blocked with both hands across his chest, but was still knocked back several meters, his feet scraping harshly against the ground.

A very unpleasant and sharp sound of rubber friction rang out.

“You’ve built up a sturdy foundation in the realm of traditional boxing, stronger than a typical beginner in the world of fighting. But it’s only just that, a bit stronger. At the level of a fighter, what truly sets individuals apart is the accumulation of time and battle experience…”

“Watch carefully, let me show you my Evil Eye Fist!”

Ugo delivered a palm strike to Simonyi’s chest, forcing him to retreat over a dozen steps. Then his entire body crouched like a spring, legs bent, back arched like a bowstring. His arms were raised flat on both sides, muscles on them bulging and twitching.

“Shah!”

A gleam sparked in Ugo’s eyes, and he vanished from his spot instantly. The next second, he appeared in front of Simonyi.

He thrust out his arms, balls of fists and palms or claws interchanging swiftly. The motions were incomparably smooth and flawless, blindingly quick.

The burst of attack combinations unleashed by Ugo instantly enveloped Simonyi, like a black whirlwind. Simonyi struggled to defend, and at least half of the moves landed, causing a series of dull thudding sounds upon contact.

“Can’t stand it any longer? Then let’s call it a day…”

Just as Ugo sensed the strain on Simonyi and was about to back off.

“Bang!”

A fist came out of nowhere, like an iron bar, and smashed into Ugo’s chest.

Ugo’s pupils contracted, and while shocked, he felt danger from his left. He rapidly lifted his arms in defense.

Bang! A ruthless kick like a battle axe came from the side.

Ugo felt a numbness in his arm, his feet sliding across the ground. He drifted back over a dozen meters, almost losing his balance.

“You!”

He whipped around, looking back towards Simonyi.

He saw a young man with pitch-black eyes, his face expressionless as he resumed his stance. It was not Yunquan Fist but a new, unfamiliar starting pose for combat.