??Chapter 1295: 647 Demon Idol Ultimate Evolution: Human Evil! (4200)
Chapter 1295: 647 Demon Idol Ultimate Evolution: Human Evil! (4200)
The dusk sky was tinged with a coppery rust color, clouds and fog rolling and surging, forming a dissipating white circle. At the edge of the clear sky within the circle, the red sunset crafted a fiery cloud shaped like burning flas.
The light cast down, enveloping the entire open-air area.
The roof tiles of the buildings reflected a yellow-golden glow, mysteriously appearing splendid and magnificent. In this splendor, a discordant black silhouette stood quietly, like an extrely cold stone sculpture.
The contours were harsh and powerful, the aura subtly domineering.
“Teacher!”
Phil exclaid in surprise, a smile suddenly appearing on his face.
“Teacher!” “Teacher!”
Behind Phil, Tifa and Milo also called out.
The three of them passed through the gate, running towards the center of the open space.
At that mont, the tall black silhouette slowly turned around.
Revealing a deep and chiseled face, golden hair cascading down to the shoulders, fluttering with the wide trench coat in the wind. Eyes like cold winter stars gazing from afar, the blue-black pupils were filled with icy coldness, the whole figure exuding an aura of unapproachable dominance and authority.
An inexplicably strong aura enveloped the surroundings, a sense of control that appeared naturally without any deliberate dissemination.
Once one approached Casio, from body to spirit, it felt as if one would be completely crushed and dominated, oppressively trampled underfoot.
In the open space, Phil and the others walked all the way. The orange sunlight shone on their shoulders, outlining their tightly muscled and fit physiques, like three young cheetahs, their fur emitting fine speckles of light, vibrant and full of life.
They were the ones Casio had selected, to inherit the mantle of the Wind Elephant Gate, to inherit Teacher Lixia’s Blue Wind Stream. However, Casio would not let them only practice the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art, as that would undoubtedly lower their potential. If Phil and the others had a solid foundation in both the Wind Elephant Secret Martial Art and the Blue Wind Stream, and had reached a proficient level, Casio would naturally lead them to a broader world.
The Six Parts of Southern Dipper, Magic Heart Secret Book, an imnse amount of ancient secret manuals from the Golem Sect.
As his disciples, how could their cultivation resources be lacking?
If, as the disciples of the Golem Sect Master, their treatnt was worse than ordinary mbers of the Golem Sect, that would indeed be laughable. Of course, whether they could gain Casio’s appreciation and approval depended on the performance of Phil and the others over the past six months. Only by passing the test could they qualify to beco his true disciple.
In the open space, Phil and the others were steadily walking over.
In an instant, a hurricane appeared out of nowhere, enveloping most of the open area in just a mont or two. The swirling wind current condensed into a pale semi-circular protective shield.
It enveloped Casio’s figure and blocked Phil and the others from entering.
Whoo-whoo-whoo, the gale was fast and as sharp as a knife. Even a solid rock in the way would be shattered.
“This is…”
“Teacher is testing us!”
Phil and the others abruptly stopped, quickly exchanging glances.
They could feel a familiar aura from this air current shield, exactly following the principles of the Secret Blue Wind Stream technique. However, the Blue Wind Stream that was originally only applied on the fists, under the terrifying application by a master or even a saint of the Boxing thod, was transford in an instant. The form changed dramatically, elevating an ordinary secret technique to a miraculous level.
In fact, if Casio was willing, he could have imdiately transford the Blue Wind Stream into a terrifying Blue Wind Dragon with a re flick of his finger. With the dragon’s majestic tail sweep, he could demolish the entire Baichuan City along with all its buildings.
“Only by applying the sa source Blue Wind Stream can we pass through, right?”
Phil tentatively extended a hand, twirling a thin layer of white aura between his fingers. Indeed, as his palm entered the wind wall, it wasn’t obstructed or hard. Phil turned to look at the others.
All three nodded simultaneously, gritting their teeth to deploy the Blue Wind Stream, slowly squeezing their bodies into the wind wall. Their energy began to drain dramatically.
After an indeterminate amount of ti, covered in sweat and staggering, they finally reached the towering black figure. At that mont, their bodies were nearly exhausted, gasping for breath, their strength nearly depleted.
Phil opened his blurry, sweat-drenched eyes, looking at the teacher in front of him.
That figure seed to imperceptibly nod its head and then closed its eyes.
MOOO!!!
The furious roar of an elephant resounded beside their ears.
Already exhausted, they seed to see a terrifying illusion amidst their haze. In the midst of dark mountains, a giant blue elephant that touched the skies charged forward, surrounded by swirling currents of wind. With a forward thrust of its body, its trunk swept across, and with one stomp, shattered a mountain peak.
As the mountain exploded, the three collapsed, their vision darkening as they fainted.
“Not bad, both in physique and spirit, they barely passed…”
Above the collapsed trio, a deep voice faintly echoed.
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When Phil and the others woke up, they found themselves in a strange room. The room was spacious and simply furnished, with the windows open. Faint morning light was streaming in, indicating it was already morning.
“Where… where is this?”
Phil furrowed his brow in confusion, stepping forward to push open the door. Tifa and Milo followed closely, quickly exiting the room.
Before them lay a vast courtyard filled with personal training equipnt, bearing obvious signs of use. Phil looked closely at a two-ter-tall alloy mannequin ahead; its waist bore three deep fist imprints, piercing cleanly through both sides. The contours were smooth, likely from being rapidly struck through.
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