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Chapter 998 - 998 The 509th war begins (4000)_2

Chapter 998: The 509th war begins (4000)_2 Chapter 998: The 509th war begins (4000)_2 It caused his brain to stop functioning, to cease thinking.

Of course, during the convoy’s journey, it was just an insignificant episode. Afterward, the team never encountered forces that were blind to danger again. They arrived smoothly at the coastal areas of the Huaifeng Region.

The local Secret Martial Art school, the de facto power in the area, gave everyone a very warm welcome and had already prepared accommodations.

Time flew by, and August 8 arrived.

The expedition officially set out with seventy-five members. Aside from the necessary sailors and guides, all those on board were Fighter-level Secret Martial Art experts. This was an extremely powerful force.

Rustle, rustle…

On the White Pier, the tide swayed, and the sun rose. It created a large area of glittering ripples, like broken gold on the surface of the water. Water birds glided through the sky, their wings trembling, occasionally emitting cries that harmonized with the sea breeze.

At sea, a convoy of ships slowly left the harbor, heading in a certain direction offshore. Among them, two tall wind sail battleships left several narrow trailing water marks, rippling and undulating along the way.

On deck, Casio, wearing a black trench coat, stood at the bow. The salty sea breeze lifted the golden hair on his forehead, causing him to squint slightly and gaze into the vast blue-green ocean. In that unknown region lay a mysterious archipelago filled with dangers and opportunities.

Casio’s goal for this journey was quite clear, the Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist, the final martial art needed to complete his Southern Dipper Secret Transmission puzzle. After this, his three personalities and three major mental methods would reach a perfect state of balance!

This seemed to bring great benefits to him!

There were no factual bases for this, just a spontaneous hunch.

However, for them, Ultimate Fighters whose Martial Will had nearly reached the pinnacle, intuition was often more accurate than apparent evidence and facts, especially when it concerned themselves.

“I wonder what kind of Southern Dipper Boxing Method the Southern Cross is, with seventy-seven acupuncture points. Logically, with the Red Vulture Fist, the Sound Snake Fist, and the Water Bird Fist, I should have already covered all paths of the Tyrant Fist, Saint Fist, and Extreme Fist…” Casio thought to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Never mind, to me, the Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist is the last piece of the puzzle I can see. Red Vulture, Sonic Snake, Water Bird, when these three fists combine, it represents the most perfect situation. The Southern Cross is indeed powerful, but it’s only seventy-seven acupuncture points. If I can cultivate all three Southern Dipper Boxing Methods to their utmost, that would be a hundred and ninety-eight acupuncture points throughout my body. Plus, the merged Extreme Power! Hahaha…”

He suddenly chuckled, his voice low yet powerful.

At the same time, further out at sea from where the Fighter’s convoy was located, another team had already set out earlier. They chose a merchant ship. On deck, top-ranked Eerie Night Guests, each holding various exaggerated and fierce weapons, looked coldly across the sea with a unique aura of darkness.

In a corner, two extraordinarily strong silhouettes stood silently.

The one on the left wore rugged metal armor, with a tattered black cloak hanging behind him, seemingly stained with a trace of blood. He wore a giant helmet, concealing his entire face underneath a Mask. Only two twisted, branch-like horns protruded, extending towards the sky.

The horns appeared to be made of wood but were harder and sharper than metal.

A spiral pattern that gradually spread upward and slightly reflected light, carrying a golden arc design, seemed to possess some other mysterious and powerful function.

Next to the Dragon-horned man stood a figure in a tailcoat who seemed much slimmer and shorter by comparison. Of course, the figure was actually about one meter eighty-five in height, but he appeared petite standing next to the Dragon-horned man, who, including the horns, reached almost two meters fifty. The Tailcoat figure was dressed in a standard gentleman’s attire, apparently a handsome man in his forties holding a purple-stripe cane in his right hand, and prominently wearing an osseous ring on his middle finger.

Clearly, these two were the leaders of this Black Rain Villa team.

The Tyrannical Black Dragon and the Ripple Master.

By the ship’s railing, the sea breeze billowed.

“Green, your purpose for visiting the Eternal Isles this time is not just about that so-called relic…” the Eerie Black Dragon spoke in a heavy tone.

“Of course,” the gentlemanly dressed Ripple master chuckled, revealing his ghastly white teeth. “You should know, before I was chosen by the Black Rain Villa, I was once a ripple master who was hunted by my own kind. Hehehe…”

In the cold laughter of the Ripple Master, the Eerie Black Dragon added expressionlessly, “A ripple master with the Supreme Bone Ring left by the former leader of the ripple masters.” He paused. “So, you want us to lend you a hand in becoming the leader of the ripple masters’ organization? This is no small matter; you need to offer more stakes and benefits…”

“No, no, no, you don’t need to take action, just be a deterrent force as originally planned. As for everything else, it will be completed by me and it,” the Ripple Master said with a faint smile, taking a bone-like white statue tree from his chest with his left hand.

The tip of this bone tree emitted a faint glow, as if it were resonating with something. The twinkling, like the stars in the pitch-black night sky.

He gazed deeply, slowly clenching his right fist. The bone ring on his middle finger suddenly burst into a thick, blue-purple light, reminiscent of lightning.

That was a special power, unlike ordinary bone rings!

“Once I succeed, I will harness the ripple masters’ influences in the various islands and the southeastern region of the Hong Li Empire to reciprocate your support,” the Ripple Master reiterated the promise previously made to the Eerie Black Dragon, his smile flawless.

However, beneath this mask, there lay deeper underlying motives. Why were the Eternal Isles given the name of eternity? The first layer of the Ripple Master’s purpose was for that ancient relic. The second layer was what many of his companions knew: to take vengeance on his enemy and take control of the ripple masters’ organization. But the third layer, only he knew, a top secret.

An opportunity for eternal life!

On the vast, boundless ocean, another area with a sail ship.

On the deck of the ship, three silhouettes quietly felt the sea breeze.

To the left was Whale King Arlington who had been quiet and reticent ever since his defeat by Casio. At this moment, his injuries had fully healed, yet his entire left arm was missing, his sleeve flapping in the wind.

Was it impossible for Arlington to regenerate his limb?

Was the Door Organization unwilling to help him recover?

Neither!

It was Whale King Arlington himself who refused the help; he deliberately kept the injury of his amputated arm. He wanted to forever remember the harsh fact of being crushingly defeated by Casio! He wanted to forever remember the moment when his path of Tyrant Fist had been thoroughly crushed! A person shamed must stride forward with more courage.

Arlington had taken a severe blow, but his will was not disheartened.

He recognized the great disparity between himself and Casio. After defeating him, Casio would definitely become stronger and progress further on the path of Tyrant Fist. But did that mean he was completely defeated? Completely dejected?

How could that be possible?

Before taking the path of Tyrant Fist, Arlington had experienced failures too. It had been a bumpy road to his present status over the span of decades. The reputation of a Boxing Master wasn’t merely talk; it was earned through relentless, brutal combat!

His boxing will had already been honed to an incredible degree in the heat of battle. The Whale King might be killed by others, but he could not be defeated by them! During the days of healing in seclusion after his severe injury, Arlington once again affirmed his pure Martial Dao Heart, clearing his mind of distractions.

At the moment of completely emerging from solitude, a thought had risen in his mind.

If the path of Tyrant Fist was impassable, then it was time to embark on the path of Saint Fist!

Indeed, he was already fifty-five years old, his boxing style and will nearly solidified. But as the saying goes, an old warhorse in the stable still aspires to climb high mountains!