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Chapter 408: 237 Defeats Three School Leaders (4200)_1

In the fighting field.

Casio silently looked at Justin, his beliefs and thoughts becoming more determined. Feng Liusi had once spoken of the three paths after a fighter: the Saint Fist, the Tyrant Fist, and the Extre Fist. Now, it seed that he was most compatible with the path of the Tyrant Fist.

The Overlord of the Fist is domineering and invincible, crushing the enemies with sheer montum. It’s a straightforward approach that emphasizes aggression and prowess in killing, the most aggressive among the three fist realms.

In fact, Blood Fist Feng Liusi was also on this path.

The South Dipper Red Vulture Fist naturally adheres to the path of the Tyrant Fist. Feng Liusi’s challenges over the last twenty years, since his breakthrough as a fighter, have been indicative of this. And now, Casio cultivated the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, which would inevitably align with it.

Casio glanced at Justin, who had barely stood up, then at so people around watching the battle.

Under his gaze, whether the fist artists from various secret martial art schools of Windsor County or the elite mbers of the East Nine Gates either turned away or lowered their heads.

They didn’t dare to et Casio’s eyes at this mont.

The air was sowhat silent, sowhat solidified.

Casio looked at Justin, who was still coughing up blood, feeling sowhat speechless. He had actually held back a lot just now. To avoid accidentally killing, he didn’t even use Deathfang Power, and he suppressed his physical quality to enjoy a balanced fight.

He even gave Justin the opportunity to perform his Evil Eye Fist killer move, but it still fell short. In Casio’s view, Justin, as the gate master of the Evil Eye Fist Sect, was indeed superior to the Red Hand Fist gate master, but weaker than the gate master of the Extre Softness Way.

Of course, this may be due to the restraint of the fist thods.

Casio and Justin both use offensive secret martial arts, the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist and the Evil Eye Fist. These martial arts attack the enemy’s vital points with strong and ruthless attacks. The South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, as part of the ancient secret assassination technique of the South Dipper, is at least top-notch secret martial art, which is a level higher than the Evil Eye Fist, a second-class martial art.

So, when the two t, the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist was more bullish than the sa type of Evil Eye Fist. Other types of secret martial arts do not have this kind of restraining relationship with the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist. In Casio’s heart, the gate master of the Extre Softness Way was stronger than Justin and stronger than the Red Hand Fist gate master.

However, among the three, Justin might be the strongest in reality.

Casio withdrew his gaze and took a step forward. The people around watching shuddered, feeling as if his foot had stepped on their hearts. This was not only because Casio had defeated Justin, but also because of his bloody and domineering combat style. A ruthless person like him always inspires awe in others.

“Cough…cough…you…you win…”

Justin, one hand propped against the marble pillars and the other covering his mouth, bled slightly from between his fingers. Next to him, the marble surface had a distinct dent.

Despite his reluctance to admit it, Justin knew the man before him was indeed stronger. During their final confrontation, he had not been a match for him.

Justin looked grey and defeated, having lost to an unfamiliar fighter in a grand lee. Worse still, mbers of the East Nine Gates were present.

This was not good news for him personally, nor for the Evil Eye Fist Sect. As gate master, defeat carried implications beyond just being beaten, as it also concerned the aftershocks caused by failure.

“Gate Master!”

“I’ll get a doctor…”

“Master, are you hurt?”

Only then did the few core disciples standing by the side, which had been sowhat invisible until now, reacted. They flocked towards Justin, so reaching out to support him, others calling for a doctor.

Suddenly, from the entrance, a disciple from the Evil Eye Fist Sect hurried in. It was the sa man who had delivered intelligence to Justin in the eting room earlier. He froze the mont he stepped out of the corridor, clearly spooked by the ss in the fighting field.

There were traces of battle everywhere on the fighting field; the iron railings were dismantled, scattered around. Neat marble ground was pitted, and so were the pillars.

As his eyes roved, he locked eyes with Casio on the field, nearly dying of fright at the sight of those still scarlet eyes. Choked with fear, he turned to his own gate master, a middle-aged man who was constantly coughing up blood.

“Gate Master, are you injured?!” The young man had a quick thought in his mind, but the intelligence he carried was sowhat important.

So, he braved himself and approached hurriedly.

He managed to squeeze next to the core disciples: “Gate Master, the latest news. A powerful unfamiliar fighter has recently appeared in Windsor County! A few days ago, he sequentially overthrew the gate masters of the Bloodhand Fist and the Extre Softness Way! Two battles, two victories. According to specific intelligence, that unfamiliar fighter once ntioned the Evil Eye Fist in his battle with the Extre Softness Way gate master. He might co to Mia City in a few days to challenge the mountain gate of our Evil Eye Fist Sect headquarters…”

The young man’s voice grew lower as he spoke, beads of cold sweat rolling down his back. Everyone in the Evil Eye Fist Sect, including Gate Master Justin, had turned to look at him.

The atmosphere was heavy, but he persisted under the complex gaze of Justin and managed to stutter through with the intelligence: “The unique appearance of that unfamiliar fighter is: blond hair, black pupils, around 1.75 ters, handso, with a cross-like scar on his forehead…” The young man stopped abruptly as he was speaking.