??Chapter 660: 351 Challenge the Evil Eye Fist Sect Gate Master (4000)_2
Chapter 660: 351 Challenge the Evil Eye Fist Sect Gate Master (4000)_2
Casio stood still for a while, looking at the elated Simonni: “Was it really because the mory was too painful, unbearable for the personality, and the brain automatically shielded it?”
Last night, the scene was on par with a slaughter! To operate on soone’s spine, they’d literally have to be skinned and deboned! Blood was splashing and at was rolling, bones were pulled out one after another.
Casio repeatedly cut and fiddled with Simonni’s body, and then repeatedly repaired it with life vibration energy. Following the advice of the expert group, with modifications, everything went smoothly.
Just that it had taken a bit long, and Simonni had woken up halfway through.
He scread first, then fainted. A minute or two later, he woke up again, scread, and fainted again. There was quite a rhythm in it.
His high-pitched screams almost pierced through the concrete and mud covering the basent ceiling and shot straight upwards. It was like an air-raid siren and comparable to a jet plane gliding. Simonni struggled madly, and the torture device ca in handy. Even if his entire joints of his limbs broke, and his five fingers were stuck into the iron sheet, he couldn’t break free.
Luckily, Casio and the expert group got a hold of the situation.
Eventually, they succeeded once, helping Simonni out of his misery.
After waking up this morning, Simonni didn’t rember that part. It is likely the brain’s automatic protection function to prevent a breakdown.
Casio opened his mouth, faced the grateful look in Simonni’s eyes, ultimately couldn’t share the brutal truth.
“Ah, consider it a white lie then, who told
that I’m soft-hearted.” He shook his head and stepped into the hallway.
A doctor ca around the corner of the staircase at a quick pace.
“Sir, how should we handle the things in the basent?”
“Basent?” Casio recalled a space like a slaughterhouse, with blood splashes, shattered bones, dirt everywhere.
There were three big buckets full of fresh blood, several dozens of Simonni’s brand spines were completely removed. Even the specially made iron bed, the torture device, was damaged and deford, traces of struggles everywhere. It looked exactly like a haunted house ant to scare people.
“Clean the entire place, throw away everything that should be thrown. Oh yes, keep the operating table, it can still be used after a little repair,” Casio said while rubbing his chin.
“Sir, do we have a new patient to treat?” The doctor asked curiously.
“No, I an it can be used as a torture device.”
Casio waved his hand, indicating the doctor to leave. But added just as he was about to go: “Wait, clean up those things after Simonni leaves. Don’t let him be sentintal about them, it’s not good for him…”
So considerate, warm as oil, I could die crying.
September 29th, 8 a.m., Golden Leaf Clubhouse.
After disappearing for a night, Simonni appeared again.
“You look great today, seem to be in a good mood…” On the way to the Black Pupil Building, under a lush sheltering tree at a street corner, Feis said to Simonni.
“I feel the sa, it’s getting better, everything is getting better…” Simonni muttered to himself, with an extrely rare smile on his face. He looked up at the clear blue sky. The leaves rustled in the breeze.
Feis patted Simonni’s shoulder, he could feel the deep-hidden lancholy and decadence was gone.
“Uncle Feis, for the upcoming competition, I will do my best. Let everyone in the Eastern Secret Martial Arts World know that there is only one star among the younger generation, not three…”
Simonni stopped smiling and said seriously. He is the strongest one among the younger generation; no one else is on par with him. As long as his body is intact, he should bulldoze his way through the individual competition.
And indeed, it went just as Simonni thought.
First day of the individual competition.
The random draw elimination, Simonni’s luck wasn’t good, drew the first two core mbers of the East Nine Gates in a row. Then he stuffed them five fists each and knocked them down with a furious posture.
The entire process was smooth and easy.
As for others who encountered Simonni, the strong ones could withstand three moves, the weak ones couldn’t even receive one. So even surrendered at the referee’s signal to start.
Second day of the individual competition.
Simonni really wanted to draw Moon Fist Shark or Dead Soul Sword Suede, to teach them a lesson, to let them see a clear difference in strength! What bullshit was the Eastern Three Stars? Worthy enough to be on par with ? There has always been only one star!
But unfortunately, the eager Simonni didn’t encounter his prey early on. So, he had to use so little birds and rabbits as a warm-up. The biggest one among them was the first core of the Red Wrist Fist, one of the East Nine Gates. Previously an unknown, this dark horse showed up in this exchange eting. He had defeated the first core of the Ringing Water Road, another of the East Nine Gates, in the individual competition on the first day. His strength was not weak, apparently aiming for a good rank.
Unfortunately, he t the buoyant Simonni.
Three moves! Only three moves! He was directly knocked out.
Why could other first cores last five moves while he could only last three? That’s because Simonni was serious, and so he was out.
Ti went to the third day of the individual competition, October 1st.
The last eight people will compete for the championship here.
To extend the ti, the final few matches will not be held simultaneously. Instead, they would focus attention on one match at a ti.
At 8:30 in the morning, the first match was full of suspense.
The collision of the two stars in the East.
Thunder Dog Simonni versus Moon Fist Shark!
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