Boom, boom, boom…
The thunder grew louder and louder, and the rain also grew heavier. In the dim darkness, it looked like waterfalls hanging from the sky.
Lightning crackled and thunder roared one after another.
Kaxiu was silent for a long time before digesting some of what Feng Liusi had just said. Fighter is not the end of the secret martial arts, there are more powerful beings above fighter.
Feng Liusi just said that the old man just released his spirit. Wherever he looked, it was overwhelming. The spirit in the sky was as solid as a rock and as surging as a waterfall. Just from this side description, Kaxiu could imagine how powerful it was.
If it can reach this level, high explosives, rockets and even missiles may not be able to do anything to it.
At this moment, he felt inexplicably calm, and the previous feeling of hesitation and confusion gradually faded away in his mind.
Kaxiu was not afraid of the numerous realms in the secret martial arts, nor was he afraid of the difficulty of cultivation and the strict bottlenecks. He was just afraid that the ceiling of the secret martial arts was too low and he could reach it by just jumping a few times.
This is definitely not a good thing for Kaxiu.
Ordinary secret martial arts practitioners work diligently step by step for ten years, and they have good talent and perseverance. Maybe they have a certain hope of crossing the threshold of boxing masters in this life. Of course, they don’t need to think about the pinnacle of secret martial arts, because ordinary secret martial arts practitioners are lucky to reach the level of boxing masters. As for the later stage of boxing masters, the several stages of fighters are not something they consider at all. Not to mention the stage after fighters.
Kaxiu was different. He actually had a very firm belief in his heart. He was able to climb to the pinnacle of the Secret Martial Arts. This was Kaxiu's absolute confidence in himself.
With the ability of retrospection in hand, he can enter past eras to continue learning, training, fighting and competing, and growing step by step.
If you can’t reach the peak in ten years, then try thirty or fifty years.
Even looking back a hundred years in time.
In the real world, there aren't many obsession antiques and legendary antiques, but they're definitely not too few. As long as Kaxiu can fulfill his obsession in the retrospective era and bring his strength back to reality, making himself stronger, he will be more capable of collecting the two types of antiques, whether by himself or by using his strength to build a force.
Get more and better quality obsession antiques.
This is actually a process of positive feedback and positive cycle.
In the field of secret martial arts, there is still a future for fighters!
This was a reassurance for Kaxiu. He lay on the suspended wooden bed and exhaled a breath. There was no more confusion in his eyes. Feng Liusi, who was standing next to him, nodded when he saw this scene.
Young people still need to solve more doubts and give more praise.
With confidence, many things will be much easier.
Seeing that Kaxiu stopped talking, Feng Liusi finished the previous story: "The old man released his spirit, and the knife ghost was suppressed in place. However, he did not target his spirit at me, and even seemed to avoid me deliberately. The situation was urgent at that time, and I couldn't think of anything else. So I ran directly towards the beach. At the last moment, I turned my head and took a look. I inexplicably felt that the old man's aura was somewhat familiar. Later, I carefully recalled that the aura was similar to Nan Dou..."
He sighed, looking somewhat regretful.
"Of course, it was already a few days later when I recalled it..."
"I escaped from the Eternal Life Island and boarded a fishing boat that had been waiting for me on the coast. Not long after our boat sailed out, a drastic change occurred on the Eternal Life Island. The terrifying loud noise could be heard from a few kilometers away. There was an explosion on the island, just like a volcanic eruption. More than a dozen tons of soil and large trees were blasted into the sky by an unknown force, and the entire sky turned red..."
Feng Liusi paused and said, "I dare not stay near the Eternal Life Islands anymore. I will take a fishing boat back to the coast of Donghai County..."
"Then I went to Windsha County to recuperate. It was this severe injury that caused me to fall from my peak state. I gradually lost control of the Nandou Red Eagle Fist, and my state of mind was affected by it. Three years ago, I even went astray and sealed myself off."
"I originally thought that I would try my best to maintain my condition in Death Canyon until I became completely insane. I would become a madman, a savage in the Roka Mountains. Or I would kill myself before I became a madman..."
Feng Liusi subconsciously touched his bare beard.
"So, Kaxiu, I still want to thank you again."
"Thanks to you, I was able to get rid of the state of being possessed by the Nandou Hongjiu Fist, and even eliminated the hidden injuries and returned to my peak."
Kaxiu seemed to be unconcerned and said in a deep voice: "I have actually said it many times. I will help you, and then you will teach me the Nandou Hongjiu Fist. Just consider this as my tuition..."
“Hahaha.” Feng Liusi laughed, and then a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: “I actually have two main purposes for coming down the mountain this time. One is Dao Gui, one of the core members of the Gate Organization who beat me seriously ten years ago. A few years ago, I accidentally learned that Dao Gui, like me, did not die in the Eternal Life Islands, but returned to the Red Lebanese Federation after paying a certain price. I want revenge…”
Kaxiu glanced at Feng Liusi and smiled. This old man had many nicknames when he was young, such as Killing Fist, Blood Fist, and Death Fang. They all showed his murderous nature and his love of action and fighting.
After I got old and weak, I was fine. Now that my physical condition has returned to its peak, my spirit has returned immediately. If you think about it carefully, this kind of plot of revenge ten years ago and revenge ten years later is really a bit passionate. However, the protagonist is not a young man in a fantasy novel, but an old man.
"If you want to take action against the organization, I support you."
Kaxiu suddenly said, "I actually have a grudge against the sect organization, and I will have to fight with them sooner or later. If you have any plans, you can take me with you. If one person can't beat the sword ghost, then let's try to join forces. The purpose of my deep entry into the secret martial arts world this time is to fight with the strong..."
He was also very unhappy with the Gate Organization. In the real world, he was forced into a desperate situation by a member of the Gate Organization, the fighter Peacock. If it weren't for his ability to rewind, he would have died without a doubt.
Oh, I think of Peacock. The current retrospective era is the 110th year of the Federation calendar, and the real world is the 156th year of the Federation calendar. Now is about fifty years ago, and the old man Peacock in the real world is probably only about twenty years old now, a young boy.
If he had been exposed to secret martial arts since childhood, he would probably be a boxer now
Anyway, it is unlikely for a boxer to reach the limits of the human body.
If I were to find the young Peacock now and beat him up... it would be interesting to think about, but it would be too embarrassing.
Kaxiu quietly suppressed the evil taste in his heart.
Feng Liusi, who was standing next to him, was slightly touched when he heard that Kaxiu supported him, but he did not show it and just nodded.
"good."
He then went on to talk about his second purpose: "I plan to go to the Eternal Islands again. The two things that impressed me most in my life are learning the Nan Dou secret in the ruins of the Roca Mountains and the experience in the Eternal Islands."
"So next, I will probably find a suitable time to try to go to the Eternal Islands. The old man who seems to be in the Holy Fist realm, and the Nan Dou secret of the ancient underground ruins of the Eternal Islands..."
Feng Liusi had a clear idea of what he was going to do next.
He turned his head and glanced at Kaxiu: "Kaxiu, I'm afraid I have some things to do in advance after I go down the mountain, which will probably delay me for about a week to two weeks. I may not return to Windsor County first, so please wait for me at the Red Eagle Fist headquarters for a while."
"I know that the purpose of your coming here is to challenge many fighters in the secret martial arts world and improve your boxing skills. It just so happens that I know a little about several fighters in Windsha County, whether they are in power or in seclusion." Hearing this, Kaxiu perked up.
Feng Liusi continued, "There are about five or six fighters in the entire Windsha County, except for me, an old man who is about to die. There are three or four left, two of whom are from the same sect, Mia City's Evil Eye Fist! Among them, the chief elder of the Evil Eye Fist is a veteran fighter. His Evil Eye Fist is mysterious and unpredictable, and his strength is definitely not weak."
Feng Liusi glanced at Kaxiu and found that Kaxiu was listening carefully, and then he continued: "In addition, there is also the leader of Extreme Judo and the leader of Blood Hand Fist. These four people are good at..."
He talked eloquently, allowing Kaxiu to get to know these fighters a little better. It would be best to know some information before the battle.
Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. There are many cases of failure in the secret martial arts world. Feng Liusi planned to explain it clearly to Kaxiu first.
That night, it was pouring rain, and the old man and the young man talked about many things. Although they were not master and apprentice in name, they were master and apprentice in reality.
Early the next morning, in the Roka Mountains.
The two continued on their journey, and there were still many dangers along the way.
It was not until almost noon that Feng Liusi and Kaxiu emerged from the woods and looked at the vast green grassland in front of them. The sky was blue and the clouds were white. The breeze was blowing, and the green grass was swaying.
The faint floral scent instantly makes people feel relaxed and happy.
The two looked at each other.
The troops immediately split into two groups, Feng Lius went to one side, and Kashu ran towards the direction of Mia City, and his figure gradually disappeared.
August 28th, 3pm, Mia City.
As always, it’s the same old situation, outsiders are coming to challenge.
There were four games in total, two wins and two losses.
The condition of the disciples at the Red Eagle Fist headquarters dojo is becoming increasingly depressed.
Sect leader Rune was trying to unite several other equally oppressed middle schools in Windsor County to resist the pressure of the Evil Eye Fist. He would wait for the frenzy in the Rocka Mountains to pass before sending someone to invite out the old sect leader Feng Liusi, the absolute pillar of support.
At the same time, the Great Elder of Red Eagle Fist was constantly chatting with other elders, and it seemed that he had some other ideas in his mind.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Namu City, the closest city to Windsor County in Cajon County, was 300 kilometers away from Mia City.
At dusk, the sky turns red, and the sunset glow is like paint on a painter's canvas, splashed on the lower edge of the clouds by a brush. It looks magnificent and mysterious, making people dazed and yearning.
A black train stopped on the platform.
Passengers got out of the carriage like a school of fish until everyone was gone. Suddenly, more than a dozen people got out of the front carriage of the train. Regardless of gender, age or status, all of them were tall and straight, with sharp eyes like swords and a strong temperament. There was a sword-shaped silver clip stuck on their necks.
It shimmers slightly in the sun, very iconic.
There was a young man walking in the middle. He was wearing a light-colored windbreaker, had half-long purple hair, and black eyes with red. He had a blank expression and a cold and gloomy temperament.
There was also a long tool hanging from his waist, wrapped in white bandages, but it was obvious that it was a sword.
"Lance, this is the last stop in Cajon County, Nam City." An old man with a bald head and a bit of glare said, looking at the pointed railway station in front of him, "The headquarters of the Thorn Pavilion Secret Sword Society is here. The president is a master who reached the great perfection of boxing ten years ago. I'm afraid he is even stronger now..."
He turned and glanced at the purple-haired young man.
"How is it? Are you confident?"
“Hehe…” Lance sneered: “Teacher, you should ask them this question, not me. As long as I have a sword in my hand and can use the Soul-Destroying Sword, I will never be afraid. Even when I was sparring with a fighter-level sect leader, I was never afraid of being surrounded by his aura…”
"Okay." The old man patted Lance on the shoulder and said, "Keep fighting and successfully build up your invincible momentum. The probability of you reaching the level of a fighter within five years is at least 50%!"
At seven o'clock in the evening, night fell in Nam City.
On a remote street in the northern part of the city, a dozen warriors wearing silver sword buckles marched forward in unison.
Everyone stopped only when they turned a corner and saw a building similar to a martial arts dojo in front of them.
They stood quietly, looking ahead.
On the road, only a purple-haired young man continued to walk towards the building. He had a handsome face, but a very cold temperament. He was tall and wore a pair of velvet gloves.
Ta-ta-ta…
The sound of footsteps, neither fast nor slow, was getting farther and farther away.
A bandage that was originally used to wrap the sword fell from the hem of the windbreaker and was carried by the cold wind towards the street corner.
Shining!
The sword was unsheathed, and a cold moonlight flashed across the edge.
The handle was held by a hand wearing a white glove.
“Who is it?!” The guard at the entrance of the dojo was frightened.
Lance took a step forward, his light-colored windbreaker lifted up by the airflow, and in his right hand he held a reflective long sword as if to capture the moonlight.
"Lance, the first core of the Soul-Destroying Sword Art. I want to challenge the president of the Thorn Pavilion Secret Sword Association, Hua Secret Sword. I hope the president will give me some advice!"
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August 29th, 1:00 p.m.
Separated from Mia City by a city is Kant City.
On the busy street, a man wearing a hat and sunglasses was holding a map in his left hand and a cuttlefish roll wrapped in newspaper in his right hand. He was walking and eating a few bites at a time.
Halfway through the meal, I asked a passerby where the Bloody Hand Fist Martial Arts School was located and where it was on the map.
"Thank you, sorry for the trouble." Kaxiu closed the map.
"You're welcome, beautiful. It's just a piece of cake." The young man who was asked for directions snapped his fingers with an unusually bright smile on his face.
Kaxiu nodded and smiled.
The two passed each other, and the young man took a few steps, and suddenly felt his body go numb, and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was not injured, just a little bruise on his knee, but the skin was not scratched.
“Bang!”
The young man's head shook.
He seemed to hear someone snapping his fingers behind him.
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