On September 25th, various forces gathered in Windsor County.
At 3 o'clock in the afternoon of that day, the Evil Eye Fist Association held an opening ceremony for the Eastern Secret Martial Arts Exchange Conference. Then there was a sumptuous dinner, followed by a song and dance performance in the style of an opera house.
In other words, the competition officially starts on the 26th.
If some secret martial arts schools are really rushed, it doesn't matter if they miss the opening ceremony, they can just arrive the next day.
Of course, most of the well-known schools would give the Evil Eye Fist some respect and would arrive before the afternoon of the 25th. After all, they still had to check in and clean up the rooms in the hall.
As the Cloud Dog Fist is ranked first among the Nine Eastern Sects and the undisputed leader of the Eastern Alliance, it is natural that it has to calculate the time well.
The train from Donghai County to Mia City in Windsor County arrived at 6:30 on the morning of the 25th. Since there was no direct train, they had to transfer several times along the way. However, the Cloud Dog Fist had strong connections, and they always booked a whole train compartment for rest.
So along the way, everyone did not feel tired.
On the contrary, because the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament was approaching, the ordinary and core disciples of the Cloud Dog Fist were eager to try. The elders also had some feelings and planned to take this opportunity to meet with old friends who had not seen each other for three or four years.
Of course, it is also possible that he is looking for an enemy to fight with.
Therefore, it is clearly six o'clock in the morning, the most sleepy time. In the fifth carriage of the special train from Kant City to Mia City, the twenty or so people of Yunquanquan were all in high spirits.
Some were chatting quietly, some were eating breakfast provided by the waiter, and some were sitting by the window reading the city travel brochure that was available at each seat. They were all wearing a uniform casual outfit that looked no different from their normal clothes. But in fact, the joints of these black and white clothes were thickened, such as the armpits, knees, and crotch.
In addition, the fabric is also very comfortable and tough. Very suitable for exercise or stretching. This is the casual clothes distributed by the Cloud Dog Fist. In addition, there are also meditation clothes and training clothes. Summer clothes, autumn clothes, and winter clothes are all available.
Even suits for some important occasions are custom-made.
Different types of clothes, clothes for different seasons. The only thing in common is a logo printed on the left chest.
It is a ferocious dog with bared teeth.
The pattern has been artistically exaggerated, and the proportions are deliberately made uncoordinated. The vicious dog has a huge head, almost covering half of its body. Its eyes are spitting fire, and its fangs are jagged and ferocious.
Like the bloody mouth of a crocodile.
It is impressive at first glance. In fact, this pattern has existed since the Red Lebanese Empire, and is similar to a family crest. It is like a fierce beast in fantasy.
Later, after artistic processing in modern times, it was used as the symbol of Cloud Dog Fist. Cloud Dog Fist deliberately sought suggestions and modifications from several painting masters to achieve the desired purpose.
In the last row of the carriage, by the window, a black-haired young man sat quietly. One hand was on the window sill, the other holding a cigarette, listening to the chattering in his ear, with a blank expression on his face. His whole temperament was very lazy, as if he didn't care about anything. He looked at the rows of roadside trees passing by the window, his eyes were empty, covered with a layer of faint haze.
Ta-ta-ta... A series of footsteps slowly approached.
An old man who looked to be in his 50s or 60s with gray hair came over and sat down next to the lazy young man.
He glanced at the young man whose state and temperament were obviously different from his usual performance, and sighed: "Simone, don't smoke all the time. Although the impact is not that big, it is not good after all..."
"Huh..."
Simone exhaled a puff of smoke, which was quickly blown away by the cool breeze coming in from the window, and disappeared after a slight turn.
"Uncle Faith, tell me, when the Holy Spirit created a human, why did he give him a flawed body and then bestow upon him amazing talents and understanding? These two contradictions gathered in one person, isn't it just to make him suffer?"
He brushed off the ash and let it fall on his clothes.
“…” Feis opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.
Simeone was a child he picked up, a physically disabled boy who was born with a scoliotic spine and was abandoned.
With such a body, it is difficult to do heavy physical work, let alone practice martial arts. However, Simone has a strong talent and understanding in secret martial arts. It is almost like a photographic memory, and sometimes he can even draw inferences from one example. Feis also took advantage of the opportunity to teach him secret martial arts.
From the basic fighting skills of the Cloud Dog to the explosive secret skills, and then to the secret martial arts of the Cloud Dog Fist, none of them could stump Simone.
His talent was so high that he almost shocked all the elders of the Cloud Dog Fist at that time, and it was natural for him to become the eldest senior brother.
However, physical defects are ultimately difficult to overcome.
Simeone has been able to endure severe pain and continue to train his body for more than a decade, and practice boxing despite a deformed spine. His will is unwavering. However, when facing the threshold of becoming a fighter, even he was sad.
Simeone could not cross that threshold, nor did he dare to cross it. Once he completely condensed his spirit, his body would collapse. A series of chain reactions would even paralyze Simeone.
In fact, he had challenged the threshold of a fighter two years ago. He took a half-step into it, but was seriously injured. He lay weakly in bed for six months before he could barely recover.
What so-called three stars in the East? Simeone simply disdains to be ranked with those two. In fact, the strength of Moon Fist Shaq and Dead Soul Sword Ugo is at most the same as he was four years ago. If Simeone really bursts out with all his strength, he can defeat any of them within ten moves. The reason why he has been showing 70% of his strength to the outside world is because his body can't bear it. He can burst out with all his strength once or twice occasionally, but if he bursts out with all his strength more than that, his health will not be good.
To be honest, Simeone is now at the critical point from a boxer to a fighter. He has been at that point for two years. Because of the lesson he learned last time, he has not dared to take the next step. He is afraid that if he is not careful, he will die.
It is extremely difficult for him to break through to the fighter level.
However, Simone is a warrior with a strong will and great ideals. Faith has known him since he was a child. He is a strong and stubborn child. Once he chooses a path, he will stubbornly go to the end, even if he hits a wall and bleeds.
That is to say, sooner or later Simeone will try to break through the bottleneck of being a fighter again. And that time he will be in danger of death...
Feisi has always been by Simone's side. Since the attempt two years ago, Simone seems to have two faces. In front of the elders and fellow disciples, he is still the same as before.
When he is alone, or when only Faith is around, he will look decadent and lazy.
That failure was a huge blow.
"Muka, wait a little longer, wait a little longer. You are still young, your energy and blood are still strong, and there is still time. The sect has been helping you find ways to heal your body, so just take this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament as a way to relax." Feis called Simone's nickname, which was a catchphrase he often repeated when he was a child.
"Huh..."
Simone took one last puff and flicked the cigarette butt out the window. He turned to look at Uncle Faith, who had raised him since childhood, with smoke slowly coming out of his nostrils: "Uncle Faith, tell me, if a mysterious man suddenly appeared and said he could solve all your problems, and you were at your wit's end and had almost nowhere else to turn, would you believe him?"
"… "
Fess felt that there was something else in Simeone's words, as if he was referring to something, so he took a little longer to think about it.
Just when he was halfway through his thought, Simeone spoke again.
"After the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament, I will try to break through the fighter threshold again. Uncle Feisi, please notify the mountain gate to prepare to start selecting a new senior brother..."
He looked over and happened to meet Fez's eyes, who turned his head suddenly. The two looked at each other, and Fez seemed to see a ray of burning fire from Simone's dark eyes.
No decadence, no discouragement.
Instead, I regained my goals and made decisions.
Fez opened his mouth silently. He knew that Simeone had always been a person who would not change his decision once he made it since he was a child.
So, all the words he wanted to say rotted in his stomach before he could even open his mouth. He nodded silently and stretched out a hand.
He patted Simeone's head to comfort him, just like he did when he was a child. During the half-hour drive, Faith just sat quietly in his seat without saying a word. Simeone didn't need comfort.
In other words, quietly letting him digest the decision he just made is the greatest comfort.
Woo~~~
The long whistle sound drifted far away in the air.
The sound could be clearly heard throughout the platform.
Looking up, I saw a steel python shrouded in white steam roaring into the train station and stopping inch by inch.
The conductor came down from above to maintain order. The door opened with a thud, and in the air flow, passengers swarmed out like sardines in a can, some carrying wooden suitcases, and some wearing travel sun hats.
A moment later, a group of Cloud Dog Fist disciples dressed in uniform walked down from the fifth carriage. At the end was a handsome young man, who did not look around excitedly like the other disciples, but instead looked up at the sky in boredom.
It was sunrise at this time. In the dim sky, a ball of red flame burst forth brilliantly between the gaps in the clouds and mist, emitting a myriad of blood-red warm light that splattered in all directions of the clouds.
It gives people a feeling of vigor and vitality.
"The weather is pretty nice today..."
Simeone sighed, but suddenly all the muscles in his body stiffened. It seemed as if a breeze blew across his back, and his hair stood up, and goose bumps appeared densely. His heart was pounding, as if it was being tightly grasped by a big hand.
“Tick…tick…tick…”
It seemed like a figure was walking behind Simeone, and the edge of the swaying windbreaker gently rubbed Simeone's trouser leg.
The feeling of suffocation came quickly and went away quickly.
He shuddered on the spot, and his whole body was instantly freed from the fear of being targeted by a top predator.
I turned my head suddenly and saw a tall figure disappearing in the crowd. He was wearing black pants, a windbreaker, a hat, and white gloves.
Cry!!!
A mist of air twisted and roared out from the back of the figure, transforming into a blood-red giant eagle emitting a ferocious aura. Its wings almost covered the entire platform, blocking out the sunlight.
The blood-red eyes projected down like two beams of light!
This fantasy-like afterimage flashed across the retina.
When Simone came to his senses, there were still passengers around him, chattering and laughing as they walked outside.
His throat felt dry and he swallowed.
"Master, a real master, the most powerful one I have ever seen..."
Simone is a genius. He has physical problems, but his mind is particularly sensitive and intelligent, which is why he has a high level of intellect. After failing to break through the barrier two years ago, Simone was bored and learned a lot of secret techniques, including the ability to see through auras.
He was naturally sensitive and had a high level of comprehension. He soon delved into one of the techniques to a very high level, using it as a supplement to his martial arts. Simone originally thought that he might be able to practice this secret technique to the level of a fighter's aura one day.
In this case, maybe I can try to fight against opponents of higher levels...
Therefore, his attainments and realm in this secret art of perceiving auras were very high. As long as others did not deliberately hide it, even at the fighter level, Simone could easily sense a little bit of it.
He had sensed the existence of two fighters of the Cloud Dog Fist, so he had a simple judgment of their strength. One was the sect master, and the other was the second elder. The elder had been in seclusion, so Simone had no chance to meet him. Later, he also met fighters from other sects, and had a ranking of their auras in his mind.
The strongest one was a mysterious man in black robes that he had suddenly met half a year ago. That man had a very strong aura, as deep and unfathomable as the abyss. He came from a mysterious force.
Trying to invite Simeone to join that organization.
Unexpectedly, today, he accidentally met a stronger master. In terms of aura, he was even stronger than the mysterious black-robed man. He was indescribably domineering and violent!
It seemed like no one could stand in his way.
That is unparalleled confidence!
"Is it really the Eastern Secret Martial Arts Exchange Tournament? Even masters of this level have appeared in Mia City. I wonder if I will meet them during the exchange tournament. Experts of this level should be sitting in the VIP seats. When the time comes, remember to pay attention..."
Simone thought to himself, still a little dazed.
"By the way, I promised that mysterious man to meet me again when he arrives in Mia City. It should be tonight, and he will probably come to see me. If I promise to join, the mysterious man should reveal some specific information about his organization. Can he solve all your difficulties and problems? What a big promise... I don't know how much they can achieve..."