"Is this the high-ranking elder of the Wellington family? He's really too weak." The red figure jumped lightly and landed lightly in front of the man in white, and his red leather boots slapped on the edge of the pool of frozen blood.
"It's unbearable after only chasing more than a dozen kilometers. It's not as good as the middle blood race last time. It's really a decadent race." Dam looked down at Elder Wellington who was lying on the ground begging in contempt.
Since the last fierce battle with the upper blood race, his Death Water Bird Fist has finally gone a step further, successfully creating an extremely terrifying secret martial arts by himself. Combined with his absorption of the essence of a large number of martial arts schools, and the most esoteric principle of water bird boxing, he created a method of killing with steel wire strings as weapons.
The shock of his terrifying Death Water Bird Fist can be transmitted through the silk thread, which also achieves the effect of instant death. Although the lethality is slightly reduced, the killing range is greatly increased, and the fighting angle becomes more tricky and terrifying.
At this point, the death water bird boxing has finally broken away from the basic category of water bird boxing, and has become a boxing genre created by Dum, which is equivalent to a branch of water bird boxing. Theoretically, there are three realms in Death Water Bird Fist, and each realm can be divided into five levels.
This realm is determined by the controlled steel wire strings.
The first realm is one, the second is two, and the third is three.
As for the level of each realm, it is determined by the lethal length of the control wire.
Dum is now in the first level, and can only control one steel wire, but the length reaches the fifth floor, which can extend the steel wire to fifteen meters and kill the enemy. As long as it is touched, the blood of the enemy will be detonated instantly, causing terrifying fatal injuries.
"Don't kill me. Don't. The patriarch of my family will reappear soon, and he won't let you go!" the blue-haired man shouted half begging and half threatening.
"The patriarch of the family?" Dam licked his lips, and the bloody lipstick even stained a little red on his tongue.
Looking at the terrified blue-haired elder in front of him, Dam narrowed his eyes, took a few steps forward, and stretched out his hand to slowly press the opponent's head.
"Don't worry, of course I won't kill you. You are still very useful."
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America
Naples Mountains
Ares, the highest peak, towers like a cloud, with its tip penetrating the sea of white clouds and extending to the invisible sky.
Crossing the vast white sea of clouds and moving up, there is a huge depression on the side of the mountain top. In the depression is a huge and exquisite snow-white castle, like a huge white harp, gradually increasing in height from left to right.
There is a huge cylindrical pipe on the left side of the castle, and there is a stream of white gas-like things slowly flowing out of it, continuously falling down and merging into the white sea of clouds.
The white air is billowing, like extremely cold air. The cylindrical pipe that gushes out the white air is tens of meters in diameter, and the edge is a winding mountain road that clings to the mountain peak.
The wind and snow were whistling, and the snowflakes were falling down like raindrops, piling up on the top of the mountain, but there were not many snow piles on the path.
At this time, the sky was bright and heavy snow was falling. A group of people slowly walked up the path. They were all wearing black coats and hoods. They walked on the icy steps that were easy to slip, and they were surprisingly stable.
There were five people in this group, and each of them completely covered their faces under black hoods.
Footsteps stepped on the snowdrift on the steps, making a crunching sound.
The first man in the black coat who took the lead raised his head, looked at the white pointed castle with hundreds of steps ahead, and pulled off his hood, revealing a resolute and stern man's face. It was Hosiman who had just returned from a mission.
"The weather here has been getting worse and worse since the teacher moved here." He murmured softly.
Even though his voice was not loud in the wind and snow, it was able to be heard clearly by the four people behind him.
"Lord Baquan, isn't such a bad weather environment just a good way to sharpen the will and perseverance of those who come to learn art?" The man also took off his hood, revealing a man's face with burns on the bridge of his nose.
This person has no hair, his complexion is yellowish, and he has a black tiger tattoo on his bald head. He wears a huge gold ring on one earlobe, which looks a bit exotic.
And his American accent is not very standard, with a thick tongue-rolling tone.
"The master of Dongji sect has a good idea." Hosiman nodded in agreement.
"Warrior should focus on boxing, and use all external conditions as nourishment to hone oneself, to reach the highest state in this life!" Dongji boxing exchange representative from the East, Dongji sect master, bowed his head and said piously. He has an almost reverent pursuit and enthusiasm for boxing.
Among the three major boxing arts in the world, Dongji Boxing, Saudi Boxing, and Mo Ke Suo Jian School each occupy their own place. They are a fighting style formed by the integration of the history, culture, belief, and national spirit of a large continent as a whole. With an obvious regional style.
Among them, there are many schools of Dongjiquan, including bare-handed palms, specialized boxing techniques, specialized leg techniques, and the use of various weapons. However, its main feature is that it focuses on self-strengthening while fighting. Fitness, the evolutionary exercise of excavating one's own instinct potential.
Dongji boxing is a large category, with ancient cultural heritage as its spiritual core. The mainstream is the direction that the master of Dongji Sect who is here to communicate is good at, focusing on body training to strengthen himself, supplemented by the practice of moves.
The reason why Hosiman brought him to the Holy Fist Palace was that he had communicated with the master of the Dongji sect before, and his terrifying strength was able to protest against him in a separate court. You must know that Hosiman's current strength has reached a terrifying level. the pinnacle of superiority.
A large part of this was due to Garen's continuous terrifying improvement. And with such strength, he failed to win the Dongji Sect Master. Its strength can be imagined.
Hosiman sighed inwardly as he looked at Du Xinglong, the head of Dongji sect with a pious face behind him.
Sure enough, apart from the blood race, there are many hidden powers hidden in this world. It is only because the blood race is too prosperous that these powers quietly lurk.
But now that the blood clan has suffered heavy losses in the civil war, these forces are also eager to move involuntarily.
"We'll be here soon. The master has already set up a banquet in the palace to welcome and entertain several distinguished guests." Hosiman said gently.
"Thank you." Du Xinglong, the master of Dongji sect, nodded.
A group of five people quickened their pace and rushed towards the White Holy Fist Palace on the top of the mountain.
The arched palace gates there have already been pushed open from both sides, ready to welcome them.
Hosiman and one of his subordinates led the master of Dongji sect and two of his disciples into the palace gate. Walk into the hall with a white spire that is hundreds of meters high, and walk straight towards the innermost hall along the carpet-like stone aisle on the ground.
Both sides are sealed with exquisite walls carved with various patterns, which perfectly fit the rough and ancient outside, as if there is some kind of rhythm hidden in it.
A young man in white clothes led them to enter from the left side of the innermost hall, and walked through a long corridor with reinforced glass on the left side. Through the glass, they could see the deep and wide endless sea of clouds below, and the scenery was charming.
The young people in white who lead the way are ordinary young people from all over the world who are training here. These people learned about the existence of the Holy Fist Palace through the reputation of the World Fighting Championships. In addition, a large number of potential seeds from all over the world were sent here. Extreme fighting competitions constantly refresh everyone's common sense. Martial arts that can avoid bullets, martial arts that can strengthen eyesight, and martial arts that can cultivate one's own reaction intelligence. The wonderful fighting scenes have attracted a lot of people who want to learn A young man of martial arts.
Of course, the most important reason is the chain effect after the competition. Talents who practice martial arts, relying on their powerful five senses and terrifying skills, can be competent for many types of jobs, even reaching the level far beyond ordinary people. These trainings are very powerful. To a large extent, it has affected the employment of the original martial arts practitioners.
In particular, the fighting club organized by Hosiman and Damm, in the initial expansion, the terrorist effect produced by the martial arts of the two people shocked the U.S. military even more, and invited two people to the army as instructors for special training. Not very obvious, but there is an indirect test of the strength of the two.
Naturally, this information quickly spread to all major powers in the world. In just a few years, Hosiman and Damm changed from ordinary young people who knew nothing about martial arts to super masters with powerful and terrifying force, and each dominated the world. party.
After Hosiman single-handedly defeated fifteen special soldiers holding their guns, the world's enthusiasm for martial arts suddenly rose.
This is the plan of Hosiman and Dam, to become the holy land of martial arts in the world, and to elevate the water bird boxing to an unprecedented level of terror.
And now, the plan has paid off.
Among them, when the funds are insufficient, there is also a huge sponsorship from the Lesser Group. Now the Lesser Group has partnered with the Holy Fist Palace.
The master of the Dongji Gate followed the guide all the way, passing through a series of circular stone gates and stone halls. There were maids who specially served to change into a clean coat, and took the original coat to be washed and dried.
A group of five people came to a spacious training hall, where dozens of people were divided into two groups to practice fighting with each other, and each of them turned out to be all desperate without holding back their hands.
The eyelids of the three who saw Dongji Gate twitched.
There was the sound of fists and feet colliding, and the sound of miserable howls was endless, and medical staff carried the wounded down from time to time.
Dozens of trainees are no more than thirty years old, all wearing gray and black Taoist uniforms, each with a focused expression, their movements are very ordinary, just some of the most basic wrestling skills, there is nothing extraordinary, just a The strength of each seems to be a little big.
"This is the dedicated practice hall for the Baiyun Gate of the Holy Fist Palace." Hosiman introduced.
"Baiyunmen?" The head of Dongjimen frowned slightly, "As far as I know, the Holy Fist Palace was established, and there are only two disciplines under its command, namely Sheying Miwu and Water Bird Boxing, which form an eternal boxing method. This Baiyunmen is...?"
"Baiyun Miwu is a new powerful martial art hidden by the family teacher, but it has not been taught before. This secret martial arts requires more time to practice." Hosiman said with a smile. He raised his hand and pointed to the top row of seats in the far hall.
"That's where the family teacher is, and the few around him are the chief disciples of Baiyun Miwu."
The master of the Dongji sect followed Hosiman's instructions from afar, and immediately saw a handsome blond man with a calm face and a terrifyingly strong figure sitting on a white stone chair.
With a distance of more than a hundred meters, his gaze seemed to be caught by the other party. The man turned his head, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in his eyes.
Du Xinglong, the master of Dongji Sect, was dizzy, his body trembled slightly, and he almost lost his footing.
"Virtual room generates electricity!!"
He was horrified.
(end of this chapter)