August 29th, 5 p.m.
Windsor County is adjacent to Cajon County and Namu City.
A fairly empty white villa, the yellow and red sunset shines on the manor, making the rubble on the top sparkle. The road is paved with white marble slabs, although rough, it is also somewhat reflective. There are rows of black street lamps beside the path, and the carved designs on the top of the street lamps are very beautiful.
The elegant sound of piano playing could be faintly heard around the villa, and the fountain in the circular square splashed water from time to time.
In the middle of the square, a purple-haired young man sat cross-legged, with a light-colored windbreaker beside him and a sword on his knees.
His eyes were tightly closed, his chest was rising and falling slightly, and a rapid hissing sound like a snake came from the tip of his nose. It seemed to be a certain breathing method, inexplicably carrying an extremely sharp breath.
The purple-haired young man had no clothes on his upper body, revealing a strong and even body. The muscle lines were not exaggerated, but quite strong. No one would doubt the explosiveness of this body.
However, several white bandages were wrapped around it, from the left waist to the right shoulder, around two or three times.
Hiss… Hiss… Hiss… Hiss…
The breathing was long and powerful, with a special frequency.
The young man's body was clearly motionless, but the exposed muscles on his upper body were tense and bouncing like steel cables. They collided and intersected with each other, and finally returned to their original positions. Drops of hot sweat fell, and were evaporated by the hot body temperature after sliding a distance. A layer of light mist enveloped the purple-haired young man's body.
A dozen meters away, the marble fountain was working as usual, and the cute child statue standing on the white column was as diligent and urinating as ever, attracting some birds in the sky to land.
Whoosh, another white bird flapped its wings in the sky.
Riding on the breeze, it swooped down, circling and turning a few corners, and finally passed over the purple-haired young man's head.
Shining!
A blurry and illusory silver-white moonlight flashed by quickly.
The purple-haired young man on the ground still had his eyes closed, his sword placed in front of him, his hands on his knees, without any movement.
The white bird above was not frightened at all and continued to fly forward on its own, landing beside the fountain to comb its wings.
Until a white feather slowly fell from the young man's head and finally landed in the middle of the scabbard.
At the end of the feather, the smooth slash marks are eye-catching.
“Pah pah pah pah…”
Suddenly, there was a sound of applause at the intersection on one side of the square, and a bald old man in white clothes walked over with a smile.
"Lance, your swordsmanship has improved again. The sword cuts the flying bird without damaging the bird's body, and directly takes the feathers. Even if the tip of the sword is slightly deflected, it cannot be done. It requires precise control of strength..."
The old man stopped and stood next to the purple-haired young man, his tone seemed to be a little emotional: "Young people progress quickly. I just finished fighting with Hua Mijian of the Thorn Pavilion Secret Sword Society yesterday, and today my swordsmanship has improved a little bit. I'm afraid I'm no match for you..."
Suddenly, a deep voice responded from below: "I am not your opponent yet, teacher. Otherwise, I would have drawn my sword to challenge you just now." The purple-haired young man slowly opened his eyes: "The president of the Thorn Pavilion Secret Sword Society is indeed very strong. Even if I try my best, I can only tie with him. I am even a little weaker..."
He looked down at the white bandage on his chest, and said with certainty, "But now, the gap between him and I has been bridged. As we are both from the same secret martial arts school, sparring with each other has been very helpful to my progress. An hour ago, I vaguely caught a glimpse of Qi, but unfortunately it is still far from enough..."
"You have captured the Qi?!" The bald old man was very surprised, with a smile on his face. He looked at his apprentice and comforted him, "Don't worry, don't worry. Capturing the Qi is already a ticket to the fighter realm. You are still a little short of accumulation, and your experience and will need to be honed. If you maintain this momentum and fight a few more games, you may naturally touch the bottleneck..."
The old man looked satisfied and relieved: "Lance, maybe you can become the first breakthrough fighter among the three stars in the East."
He said here, and then he remembered something: "Oh, right. I just got the latest news that Star Ring Fist A Luo seems to be heading to Windsor County as well. I'm afraid he has the same thoughts as us..."
The Star Ring Fist, like the Soul-Destroying Sword Art, is one of the top secret martial arts schools among the Eastern Nine Sects. The first core is called A Luo, and he is known as one of the three stars in the East together with Lance. Nicknamed the Shining Light Fist, he is the only one among the younger generation of the Star Ring Fist who has learned all three secret arts of the Sun, Moon, and Star. Because he has many secret arts and dazzling boxing skills, he is called the Shining Light Fist.
Lance had competed with A Luo before. Half a year ago, his record was two wins and three losses, and he was slightly at a disadvantage. Now, after six months of experience, Lance is confident that he can win at least 50-50, but he is not sure whether he can gain the upper hand. This is enough to prove that A Luo is strong. Now that the news that he is going to Windsor County has suddenly spread, this is not good news for Lance.
However, he is not very afraid of A Luo now.
Lance stood up and said to the master beside him: "Let him come if he wants. It's just the right time to change the result of the competition half a year ago. No matter how many fancy secret techniques I have, they are useless to me now. One force can break all methods, and the same is true for a sword..."
"Good!" The bald old man applauded the confidence shown by his apprentice. He nodded and looked at the bandages on Lance's body: "I'll ask the doctor to check your injury again..."
"No need, one day's work is enough."
Lance took off the bandage directly, revealing a thin brown scar. With the application of powerful drugs and the effect of breathing method to heal the wound simultaneously, the injury caused by the president of the Secret Sword Club has almost healed and will not affect Lance's combat effectiveness.
He could feel that his spirit and emotions were at a high level, so it was best to continue fighting under this circumstance. If he rested for a few more days, his momentum would decline, which would have a negative impact.
With a loud crash.
A loose light-colored windbreaker was draped over Lance's back. He strode forward, with a long scar on his chest and a sword in his right hand.
"Teacher, let's go straight to Windsor County..."
Eleven o'clock at night.
Bang bang bang bang!
A series of loud noises were heard in the extreme judo professional fighting room, which was the sound of fists and flesh colliding with each other.
Every once in a while, the thick and hard walls would shake violently, and dust would fall. The many Jijudo disciples guarding the battle room were terrified, as if two prehistoric beasts were fighting inside, the sound was terrifying.
Tonight, a travel-weary stranger fighter came to challenge the sect master. The two entered the battle room half an hour ago, and five minutes ago, there was a violent movement inside.
The banging sound, like a steamroller working, never stopped.
"Brother, you said..." a young man just started to speak.
The wall next to it suddenly shattered with a loud bang, and a hole was directly punched in an arm, and gravel flew out violently.
They exploded like dense bullets, some hit the walls and some hit the ground, leaving small holes.
The boy groaned as a small stone the size of a fingernail hit his back. When he opened his mouth, he saw a purple-red bruise. Fortunately, he was not hit directly and the stone was small. Otherwise, if it was a fist-sized stone, he would have died.
"All disciples, retreat another ten meters! Don't get within fifteen meters of the battle room!" An obviously older young man stood up and shouted, and everyone was in the night.
As soon as they evacuated, a loud roar came from the wall. Half of the wall collapsed, and two figures fighting madly flew in the rain of rubble. The surging air waves were like a mountain and a sea.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Bang!
Finally, the two shadows suddenly stopped.
The scene ahead was frozen in the eyes of all the Extreme Judo disciples.
A man in a windbreaker raised his hands flat, like slapping a watermelon, and pressed one on each side of the Jijudo master's temple. The master froze in place, his fists still suspended in midair, blood oozing from his ears and eyes.
This scene was deeply imprinted in the minds of the disciples and lasted for five seconds until Kaxiu put down his hands and let them hang by his sides.
The leader of the Jijudo sect stumbled, and after stabilizing himself, he clasped his hands together and said, "I lost, thank you for showing mercy..."
"Thank you."
Kaxiu returned the greeting, and a shadow flashed in the air.
By the time the Jijudo disciples reacted, Kaxiu had disappeared, leaving only the sect leader standing.
“Ahem!”
The Jijudo master suddenly swayed and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he put his knees on the ground and supported himself with one hand.
"Master!"
Many disciples came forward and surrounded them.
The leader of Jijudo waved his hand and stood up again. He coughed violently twice and looked up at the clear night sky: "Such a fierce fist, such a strong killing intent, such a strong aura, Windsor County is going to be in turmoil again..."
Time flies, three days have passed, and it is September 1st.
Windsor County, Mia City, train station.
A train whistled steam and slowly stopped at the platform.
Following the conductor's instructions, many passengers who had arrived from afar got off the train, carrying their suitcases, and headed out of the train station.
A white glove was placed on the door sill. A young man with purple hair got off the train. His eyes were black and red in the sunlight. He was wearing a windbreaker, and the hem of the windbreaker half-hid a long instrument wrapped in bandages, which was shaped like a sword.
The young man stood aside, watching the members of Soul-Destroying Sword Sect walk down one by one. When the last person left the train compartment, he was about to look away but suddenly turned his head to look to the side.
A pair of dark red eyes narrowed, the corners of the eyes sharp as swords.
A few carriages behind, a strong white-skinned young man walked down from it. He seemed to have noticed Lance's gaze and turned back to give him a hearty smile.
"Star Ring Gate, Shining Fist, A Luo..."
Lance muttered to himself, his right hand involuntarily reaching for the hilt of the sword at his waist. The loose bandage looked like it was about to fall apart.
"This is a train station. Are you sure you want to do it?"
A standard baritone voice came over, and the white-skinned young man A Luo said from a distance of more than ten meters. He was wearing a black vest that exposed his strong arms, and tight shorts on the lower half. The left arm was evenly wrapped with white bandages, and the right hand was being wrapped. Circle after circle, across the wrist and wrapping the entire palm.
"snort."
Lance snorted coldly and slowly moved his hand away from the hilt of the sword. The originally cold aura on him became even gloomier.
"We are so destined to meet each other like this." The white-skinned young man raised his thick black eyebrows, stretched his tire-like shoulders backwards, and glanced at the people of the Soul-Destroying Sword.
"With so many people, where are you going in Windsha City?"
"What's it to you?"
Lance's eyes were as cold as ever.
“Why is it none of my business? Brother-in-law, I…” Luo laughed and took a few steps forward, without finishing his words.
Shining!
A silver swift sword was pulled out, making a buzzing sound in the air, and its side was as smooth as a mirror. The blade was very long and sharp, with a curved brass guard at one end that looked like a stamen, protecting the palm like a pair of scissors.
The sharp sword pointed directly at the white-skinned young man, and the gloom in Lance's eyes almost turned into water drops: "You dare to say brother-in-law again..."
"Ah, haha." A Luo laughed twice, raised his hands, and said: "Don't be so impulsive, this is a public place, I won't mention your sister but... put your sword back..."
"Hmph!" Lance snorted again.
Then he took the Soul-Destroying Sword and left the train station without looking back. A Luo also got on the car with three or four people.
The two teams walked one after the other, but their destination was surprisingly the same.
They are all from the same East Nine Sects, the Evil Eye Fist.
At this moment, the Evil Eye Fist Dojo. This is a villa complex located halfway up a mountain in the suburbs, and it is also the headquarters of the Evil Eye Fist.
In an empty meeting room used for receiving guests, a middle-aged man in a green short-sleeved shirt sat at the main seat, and other warriors were sitting on both sides of the red long table.
There were representatives of some small secret martial arts schools, as well as the leaders of most medium-sized secret martial arts schools. Among them was a man with a full brown beard on his face, wearing a short and tight outfit. There was a raptor symbol on his chest, slightly toward the shoulder.
The current leader of Red Eagle Fist is Rune.
The person sitting on the main seat is Justin, the current leader of the Evil Eye Fist. The Evil Eye Fist has been putting pressure on many secret martial arts schools in Windsha County for half a month. Now it is time to talk.
The meeting lasted from 8am to 11am and has not ended yet. Many conflicts cannot be resolved by just holding a meeting.
However, some secret martial arts schools have already softened their attitudes.
Creak, someone suddenly walked in from outside the door, came to the side of Justin, the leader of the Evil Eye Fist, and said something in a low voice.
"At this critical moment, someone comes to challenge my Evil Eye Fist? And he even specifically asks for a fight with Elder Jay!?" Justin's brows gradually frowned. "Where did this little jerk come from? Ignore him for now, I'll deal with him later. I'll finish the plan for the East Nine Gates first..."
The Evil Eye Fist disciple nodded, then walked out quickly.
Justin cleared his throat twice, put one hand on the surface of the long table, glanced at everyone in the meeting room, and spoke.
"I don't want to waste time talking to you guys, so let's get this straight. Let's join the Eastern Conference together, whoever is in favor of it, whoever is against it!"
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