I can return to the Chapter 657 - 657 350 This child is so terrifying (4000)1

??Chapter 657: 350 This child is so terrifying (4000)_1

Chapter 657: 350 This child is so terrifying (4000)_1

Casio and Amos appeared in the Black Pupil Building, not as mbers of the Magical Golem Sect as before, but as friends brought by wealthy governnt officials. The invitations sent out by the Evil Eye Fist Sect had three types, the first naturally being the major schools of the Six Counties in the East, the second were those with specified nas, and the third was similar to the second, except they could bring along an extra person.

In fact, from here one could already tell that the second and third types of invitations were for ordinary spectators. However, these ordinary people held significant power and wealth in the real world.

In this way, Casio and Amos were ushered in, with the Black chanism casually finding two officials to cooperate, and they were admitted.

Upon entry into the Black Pupil Building, the ceilings of the first, second, and third floors were all linked, forming a three-tier viewing deck similar to a circular atrium. The first floor mostly consisted of disciples of competing schools and accompanying instructors, while the elders of various schools and high-ranking businessn and officials from nearby counties were on the second and third floors.

Ugo, the Gate Master of the Evil Eye Fist Sect, was currently on the second floor of the building, chatting with familiar school elders. He held a glass of wine brought over by a waiter, sipping from it from ti to ti.

His face was flushed, a wide smile on his face and the look of one brimming with confidence. Indeed, this year’s Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition organized by the Evil Eye Fist was arguably the biggest staged over the past twenty years, with excellent service and a warm atmosphere. Whether it was the brand new battle arena, comfortable lodging conditions, or thoughtful and ticulous service, they were all highlights of this year’s competition.

All of Ugo’s hard work and dedication over the past six months had not been in vain.

Judging from these two days, the Evil Eye Fist Sect had done a good job in hosting the exchange eting. Today, as the tournant officially comnced, sothing unexpected happened – Thunder Dog Simonni, facing five opponents at once, erged victorious! And his opponent wasn’t just anyone, but one of the East Nine Gates, the Crescent Moon Martial Guild. After today, Simonni’s na and his exploits will likely be widely circulated once again. Consequently, the exchange eting will also benefit from this, making the event even more effective.

While all aspects and basic elents of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition were of course crucial, even more important were the stories unfolding at the eting. Just like the martial arts exchange competition hosted by the Star Ring Fist sixteen years ago, where younger generations directly broke through to the realm of Fighters during the exchange process, creating widely spread tales.

Anyone who recalls this story would imdiately think of that grand martial arts exchange competition held by the Star Ring Fist sixteen years ago.

“What a great start!”

Walking to the tal railing, Ugo looked at the triumphant Simonni and suddenly laughed, taking a sip of his wine. He hoped that this round of Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition organized by the Evil Eye Fist Sect would beco a topic of lively discussion in the Secret Martial Arts World of the East for the next decade or more.

Such a vision is daunting and requires a huge spectacle.

Simonni’s victory over five opponents was good, but it’s not enough. Unless, unless he could do the sa when faced with top-tier schools at the sa level as the Soul-Losing Swordmanship and the Star Ring Fist! Or if he could break through to the realm of Fighters at this competition!

If Simonni could truly do this, even though he was from the Yunquan Fist sect, Ugo would still spend a considerable amount of manpower, material resources, and energy promoting this. That way, this round of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition hosted by the Evil Eye Fist Sect would beco even more grand with a touch of storytelling.

“The forr is possible, but the latter is unlikely…”

Ugo shook his head, having heard so rumors. Simonni had attempted to break through the realm of a Fighter a few years ago but failed and had a lengthy recovery period from injuries. In that case, if he wanted to make a second attempt to break through to the realm of a Fighter, the obstacles Simonni will face would only beco greater.

Crossing that threshold would likely require several more years of training.

“It’s a sha, having a contestant break through to the realm of a Fighter during the exchange eting would be the biggest spectacle! It would be even more legendary if he could break through during the battle process. Of course, it would also be a good script if the disciple challenges the Sect’s Master after breaking through…”

Ugo couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild, eventually laughing and shaking his head, thinking he was being too whimsical. He lifted his wine glass, and noticed a gaze coming from above.

Looking in that direction, it turned out to be a blond man in a black trench coat. His features were extrely handso, and he possessed a distinct, attractive presence. At this mont, his hand, gloved in velvet, was also holding a glass of red wine, gesturing with a smile to Ugo.

A professional smile appeared on Ugo’s face.

Raising his wine glass, the two remotely clinked glasses.

Ugo’s glass was almost empty, and he downed the rest in one gulp. The blonde man on the third floor, however, finished his full glass in one go.

The two exchanged another laugh, with Ugo sensing respect in the other’s gestures. His mood, already elevated from the successful opening ceremony, beca even more cheer-filled as a result.

“Gate Master, Gate Master, Elder Aro from the Star Ring Fist is looking for you, probably has sothing to discuss,” a disciple from the Evil Eye Fist Sect approached.

Ugo nodded, giving apologetic smile towards the young man up on the third floor. He then turned and walked away hurriedly.

Black Pupil Building, Third floor, tal railing.

Having observed everything, Amos gave Casio a cold laugh/sneer and rolled his eyes: “You really do have a thick face, coveting others’ heads yet still laughing and greeting them. After the exchange competition ends, are you going to behead Ugo? Then, whilst looking at his face frozen in a death experience, pat his face with one hand, while saying, ‘Good friend, lend

your head for a bit…’ ”