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Chapter 992 - 992 Only killing Only destruction (4300)_2

Chapter 992: Only killing! Only destruction! (4300)_2 Chapter 992: Only killing! Only destruction! (4300)_2 Of course, most were from the Door Organization.

During this process, the major Secret Martial Arts Worlds had filtered through several selections.

The Yana United States initially declared that they would not cooperate nor listen to these matters. They directly returned to their residence in East Sea City with low spirits, waiting for news from Whale King Arlington, and planned to wait a few days before the ocean-going ship departed, returning to the Yana United States Secret Martial Arts World. The small nation alliance and the Star Blue Empire were also not very interested, with only about five or six people planning to join in the excitement. Thus, Casio, along with a group from the Hong Li Empire Secret Martial Arts World and these few individuals from other countries, came to East Sea City.

As always, the spacious and bright Cafu Hall.

The attendees talked for a long time and discussed for quite a while.

In the mid to late stages of the meeting, Casio directly threw something that caught everyone’s attention. In those Ancient Ruins, there apparently existed an Armory of Boxing Methods. Inside, it presumably treasured Secret Martial Arts Techniques from the ancient times, likely the heritage left by that distant civilization.

This was a special area he saw on the map from the Devil’s Book.

For Casio, this so-called Armory of Boxing Methods was basically of no use, nor was it attractive. Because he had reached the realm of an Ultimate Fighter, could be called a master of Boxing Methods, and was almost peering into the Saint Fist. Ordinary Secret Martial Arts could only serve as stones from other hills which could potentially polish his own gems, allowing him to glimpse their essence and broaden his perspective. And this aspect was also achievable in the Valley of Howlers in the World of Calamities, even with sparring partners available.

Moreover, the more one cultivated Secret Martial Arts in the later stages, the more one emphasized purity. The Southern Dipper Secret Transmission and the Magic Puppet Secret Martial Arts were enough for Casio’s cultivation, aiming for further refinement.

Compared to the Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist, in Casio’s mind, an Armory of Boxing Methods was trivial as a single straw in nine cows. Of course, what seemed trivial in his eyes was considered a feast of rare delicacies for the Hong Li Empire Secret Martial Arts World.

This goddamn place was an ancient Armory of Boxing Methods!

How many Secret Martial Arts and secret techniques were in there?

All could transform into a strong foundation for a powerful school!

Heritage, is always what cultivators of Secret Martial Arts value most.

Especially a good heritage, sufficient to make people clamor fiercely for a chance. Even, effectively raising the cap of a school. Originally, this school only had a third-rate Secret Martial Art, where it might take generations to possibly burst forth with a Fighter-level Gate Master. These types of Gate Masters were relatively weak, being absolutely at the bottom among Fighters.

But now, if this third-rate Sect Gate Master could find an ancient second-rate Secret Martial Art in the Armory of Boxing Methods, along with several powerful secret techniques. Great, the next ten to twenty years could see a direct ascent. The overall quality and strength of many disciples would steadily increase, the Sect would grow powerful. A Fighter-level combat strength would stable out generation after generation, and he wouldn’t be considered weak even among Fighters. And the overall strengthening of the School would gain more resources and forces, attracting more fresh blood and young talents from the area.

Thus achieving a beautiful virtuous cycle of thriving success!

As the original third-rate Sect Gate Master who achieved all this, he could probably live his remaining years in joy. If all went well, at least before he died, the Sect would be thriving. A day with a change, truly exhilarating.

All things in the world are always the most heart-stirring when it comes to benefits.

Whether it was Casio leveraging the prestige from defeating the Whale King Arlington, or the identity of the first person in the two countries’ Secret Martial Arts World, or even the exposure and criticism towards the Door Organization. All of that could only be said to add flowers to the brocade, green onions scattered over the main meal.

As for the main course, the truly appealing thing.

It was naturally this Armory of Boxing Methods in the Ancient Ruins.

Cafu Hall, spacious hall, at this moment was unusually crowded.

The noisy sound inside, the flying spittle, the flailing limbs, the anxious shifting of steps, all made one feel like this place was a marketplace. But in fact, everyone present was a Fighter, either a Gate Master or an Elder from various schools. At this moment, their faces flushed with excitement, extremely agitated.

In one corner, three or four Gate Masters from small schools in the same county gathered together. They breathed heavily, panting like cows, and the area around their eyes seemed to redden, looking a bit desperate. Especially the white-haired one-armed elder by the window, his Qi could not be contained anymore. It surged out towards the outside of the window, as if flames were fiercely burning.

The white-haired elder’s name was Joe, from the third-rate Arm Blade Sect.

As the name Arm Blade Sect implies, they transformed their hands into steel blades, possessing powerful cutting power and destructive force at their peak. But due to the inherent flaws of the Secret Martial Art, there were also severe side effects, making the muscles and skeleton extraordinarily fragile and painfully unbearable when cultivated to a certain level. Joe’s left hand was lost in this way, and even his right hand was tightly wrapped around with layers of leather straps, barely maintaining its form. In fact, it was nearly shattered, and he could only sustain a very short duration of combat when engaging with others.

He came to this International Exchange Meeting, bringing his most favored grandson along. Both had taken the stage, and the grandson performed very well, showing high combat talent. Joe, in comparison, fell a bit short and was defeated by his first Fighter-level opponent. There was no choice, he was old and the side effects of the Secret Martial Art had fully manifested, unable to withstand high-intensity collisions.

The International Exchange Meeting had ended, and Joe was both happy and worried. He was happy because his grandson truly had extraordinary talent, managing to contend with the first core disciples of second-rate sects using a third-rate Secret Martial Art. His cultivation talent and battle prowess were clearly exceptional. However, this made Joe incredibly worried. His grandson was already on the right track in cultivating the Arm Blade Sect’s secret techniques and was about to make major breakthroughs. It was possible that his grandson might have to go through what he had experienced and endured.

The result could be tragic, losing an arm or even both arms.

During the International Exchange Meeting, Joe had hesitated. He wondered whether he should let his grandson switch sects, not wasting such superb talent on a Secret Martial Art with severe side effects. But changing sects was clearly very difficult; the inheritance of Secret Martial Arts was strict.

Other schools generally wouldn’t accept a young man who had already learned a Secret Martial Art, let alone one whose grandfather was a fighter.

Joe felt helpless, guilty. But, there was no other way.

His own knowledge of Martial Arts wasn’t enough to create a new Secret Martial Art.

At most, he could only reduce some of the side effects of the Arm Blade Sect’s techniques.

This was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket, and it didn’t solve the fundamental problem.

Sometimes, as Joe watched the core disciples of major sects on the arena, full of vigor and showcasing powerful Secret Martial Arts and significant secret techniques, and then glanced at his quiet grandson beside him, he felt immense guilt and frustration. After all, the limit of the Arm Blade Sect was visibly apparent.

At that moment, in Cafu Hall. The foremost fighter of the Secret Martial Arts World, who had defeated Whale King Arlington, suddenly revealed shocking news.

There was an ancient relic in the southeastern sea, containing a Martial Arts armory!

This instantly made Joe’s blood boil.

He unhesitatingly supported Casio, following him with unwavering determination.

Joe wanted to gain a powerful Secret Martial Art for his family’s sect, for his highly talented grandson! And if possible, to obtain several secret techniques as well. After all, he was an old man already, and his end was near regardless of any risks; he didn’t have many years left to live. He might as well seize this opportunity, trading his battered body for the prosperity of his sect!

This was a superb opportunity! Joe was exhilarated, thinking jubilantly!

At that moment, in the hall, the heads of all the smaller sects were likely thinking the same. They had nothing to lose, which made them desperately eager!

Thus, when Casio openly clarified that there might be dangers and enemies during this expedition to the southeastern sea, and that they would do their utmost to stop us,

the entire Cafu Hall erupted.

Numerous fighters from the Red Li Empire’s Secret Martial Arts World surged with Qi, like steam. Their hair was disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and tusks-like white teeth protruding, showing an extremely aggressive and brutal expression.

“If anyone blocks us, then let’s kill! Kill kill kill kill kill!”

“Anyone who wants to stop us from obtaining the Martial Arts armory, they are our enemies! For enemies… there is only slaughter, only destruction!”

“Tear them apart! Trample them! Crush them!”

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In a corner, the white-haired elder Joe shouted loudly, his strong solitary arm swinging vigorously. His aged face looked as if possessed by madness.

In his murky eyes, there was a frighteningly determined expression.

“Anyone who dares stand in our way has only one fate!”

“Death!!!!”