??Chapter 663: 352 Fighter Simonyi (4000)_2
Chapter 663: 352 Fighter Simonyi (4000)_2
“I actually think highly of him, this young man is not bad…”
Casio silently took a sip of his wine, his face expressionless.
He’s a bit like Simon.
First, they’re both orphans!
Secondly, they both carry a sense of isolation from those around them. Perhaps for different reasons, but similar in expression.
Then, they both put themselves at the center. In other words, they were cold-hearted enough, rarely affected by emotional bonds.
Once a decision is made, they would follow their heart’s will.
For such a person, if they could grasp a good opportunity, they wouldn’t do too badly. Casio was willing to provide this chance.
“By the way, from the observation in recent days, can you confirm the number of fighters who have arrived at the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition?” Amos scanned the second floor and asked casually.
“Fifteen, with eight from the East Nine Gates and seven from other schools. Two of the East Nine Gates are unable to attend due to particular reasons, but there are two fighters from Evil Eye Fist.”
Casio reported so of the findings he’d noticed over the past couple of days.
“Fifteen? More than expected… These figures will make it more difficult to manage the situation eventually.”
Amos frowned thoughtfully, speaking in a low voice.
“Actually, there are six. The fighters from other schools won’t rashly get involved. Our target is the Evil Eye Fist, and our real helpers are the people from East Nine Gates. All together, they make up eight fighters. We can ignore the two from the Evil Eye Fist, so a total of six.” Casio replied calmly, with a faint coldness playing about his mouth.
“You an to ignore the two from Evil Eye Fist? What does that an?”
Amos responded, sowhat puzzled.
“Well, to ignore ans just that… If they pose no formidable force in battle, why not just suffer them no attention?”
“You plan to?”
On the first floor of the Black Pupil Building, the battle was still raging.
Though the first bout had been quite startling, the next three, though intense, paled sowhat in comparison. At this mont, most onlookers had their eyes on Simon, with only a few observing Suede of Dead Soul Sword.
As ti trickled by, Simon and Suede each defeated their opponents and progressed to the finals of the Eastern exchange eting.
After a ten-minute break, amidst the expectant eyes of the crowd, the finals were held in Arena One.
Casio watched the entire process from the third-floor balcony.
The Dead Soul Sword of Suede was indeed very strong amongst the younger generation, even stronger than Moon Fist Shark, who used to rank the second in the Eastern Three Stars. He took Simon’s twenty-one punches, so of them head-on, others while evading.
Suede seed to have mastered a unique skill that allowed him to accurately predict his opponent’s next move – as if he had grown an extra eye.
However, the gap in power was too large, and Simon inevitably won the fight. After all, he had spent several years attempting to break through as a fighter. Once a player’s strength can be fully deployed without any considerations, a solid foundation can eliminate any surprises.
In the center of the arena, Simon stood proudly, exhaling a sigh of turbidity through his nostrils slowly. A sense of excitent suddenly surged in his mind. His body was sound, and his strength was like a massive torrent. So thresholds that he should have crossed a long ti ago appeared before his eyes again.
“Fighter, Fighter!” His heart surged with emotion.
For a mont, he didn’t even hear the referee announce his victory clearly. When he ca back to his senses, the surroundings were filled with uproarious cheers. The eastern martial arts exchange competition’s champion was already crowned – he was Thunder Dog Simon!
Many people were shouting his na. For a mont, Simon felt an ethereal sense of being hoisted high into the air amidst a sea of people. He took a deep breath, lifting his head. First, he saw Uncle Feis on the second floor, smiling and nodding at him in salute.
Then he looked up at the third floor.
Just as the sculpted-face master of the Magical Golem Sect turned around.
“Simon, what’s there to be proud of in winning the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition? You could have achieved this two years ago! You must step into the realm of a fighter and witness the magnificence and magic of Secret Martial Art!” It was as if sothing inside Simon was reminding him, and at this mont he seed to realize his true nature.
Becoming the fourth elder of the Yunquan Fist after breaking through the fighter’s realm? No, that’s just too boring! The days that follow are predictable, stable, but utterly monotonous. It’s like sinking into a stagnant pool.
What he yearns for is a life shrouded in mystery and thrill, a life of tumultuous ups and downs, even a life of fierce intensity! Rather than living a mundane life tilling the fields, Simonni would rather live the life of vagabond. And at present, only the Master of the Magical Golem Sect could achieve this.
He can feel it from the instructions that Amos gave him.
The Master of the Magical Golem Sect is planning sothing big, sothing really big!
Just looking at the part he’s responsible for.
It is thrilling, in two words!
Let alone what the Master of the Magical Golem Sect himself is going to do!
Moreover, Simonni has co to realized that the Magical Golem Sect harbors deep resentnt against the Gate Organization! Through the Eye Demon’s narrative, he has co to understand just how formidable the Gate Organization is. It is a worldwide force to be reckoned with. The Golem Sect clearly wants to go head-to-head with them and the information he revealed about the Black Rain Villa is more proof of that.
Being up against such power, it could be both dangerous and exciting.
After recovering from his injuries and rekindling his hopes for the secret martial arts, Simonni’s mindset changed, he wanted to live his remaining days for himself, he wanted to live a more exciting life!
Uncle Feis, I’m sorry….
On the morning of October 1, the individual battle of the core disciples ca to an end.
The next three days would be for the regular disciples. The atmosphere was not as thrilling since the main event had already passed. The only thing worth looking forward to was the sparring between the elders on the last day. And during this three-day period.
Simonni went into seclusion imdiately after the individual competition ended. The spark of inspiration that led to his breakthrough to a fighter was precious and not to be wasted.
Days went by, with the sun rising and setting, and in a blink of an eye, it was October 4.
Boom….
It was as if a thunder had erupted within the secret room, followed by the sound of air waves crashing against the walls, like the roar of the ocean waves.
Imdiately after, a formidable aura penetrated through the concrete, enveloping all those of the Yunquan Fist gathered near the door.
At this mont, the air seed to freeze over, as if it had turned into thick glue. So of the Yunquan Fist disciples tried to struggle amidst their fear, only to find that the air resisted their movents and made them look like they were moving in slow-motion, that was until the aura retreated.
With a click, the secret room reopened and Simonni stepped out. He seed to be a completely different person from three days ago.
His gaze was intimidating as he looked around.
The disciples who made eye contact with him were sowhat frightened.
“Se… Senior Brother, have you beco a fighter?”
A disciple asked timidly.
“Yes, I am going to see Elder Feis.”
Simonni nodded in acknowledgent and turned to leave, leaving behind his confused and sowhat excited fellow disciples.
Five minutes later, Feis sighed as he watched the door to his office slowly close. Simonni was asking for Yung Quan Fist to reselect a chief for the school, his intentions were quite clear.
Feis had already guessed what Simonni was planning.
“Go ahead, and show your talents and willpower. I don’t know who helped you break through to the fighter’s realm, and what price you will have to pay. All that doesn’t matter as long as you never doubt your choices and live your life to its fullest…”
Feis glanced at the rising sun outside the window with his white hair tousled.
October 4th, 8:20 in the morning, weather, clear.
In the lobby of the Black Pupil Building, all the participants for the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition gathered. As the ti drew near, so elders from the second and third floors ca down to stretch their bodies and wait for the exchange match.
Among them, a young man dressed in a black trench coat also slowly descended and began to take off his white swan velvet gloves.
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