"Join my Golem Gate, I will help you become a fighter..."
This sentence kept echoing in Simone's ears like a magic spell. How tempting it was for the secret martial arts practitioners who were obsessed with martial arts. After all, that was the top level in the secret martial arts world, and the elders and masters of medium and large schools were no more than that.
As long as he can take that step, he can stand at the top of the entire Federation's secret martial arts world, a circle of only a hundred people.
Isn't it for this purpose that I have been keeping in touch with Eye Demon, the mysterious master from the Gate organization
Compared with the Gate Organization and the Golem Gate, there seems to be no difference. Simone just needs to break through the fighter.
In addition, there is also an important influencing factor at present.
Forced by the situation, he had to obey.
Simone had seen the series of exaggerated battles between Kashuamos and the Eye Demon just now. The half-destroyed Saka Park, which was like a ruin, was also demonstrating its destructive power. Kashuamos was an absolute master, a strong fighter!
As far as Simeone could remember, none of the fighters he had ever met were as dangerous as the three he had just seen.
If there are two such masters in the Golem Sect, it can only mean that this school is extremely powerful! And judging from Kaxiu and the others' intentions, they dare to confront the sect organization, which obviously means that they have the same level or similar strength as the sect organization.
Previously, the Eye Demon had explained that the team had a strong organization. Simeone compared the two, assessed the situation, and made a decisive decision.
"Hello, Sect Master!"
Under the moonlight, he shouted this sentence without any psychological burden, without showing any hypocritical or unwilling expression.
"Very good, very energetic! Come here, I'll give you a gift." Kaxiu narrowed his eyes, smiled faintly and waved his hand.
The gift he mentioned was of course the Demon Soul Seed, which was also one of the insurances that Kaxiu used to control his power and subordinates. Of course, this kind of thing was useless for fighter-level masters.
A fighter can use his spirit to slowly wear away the demons.
If Simone breaks through to the fighter realm, he can also do this with his own spirit. However, this will be detected by Kaxiu. In addition, injecting the magic seed directly into a fighter is different from injecting the magic seed into a boxer's body and then breaking through to a fighter.
The latter's demon species will be more closely connected to that person.
It would not be as easy to clear it as the former, but it would require a certain price and would consume one's own strength. This was also an insurance, so that Simeone would not easily have the idea of escaping from Kaxiu's control. Even if he insisted on escaping, he could do so. Of course, from the series of contacts just now, Simeone was a smart man, and he knew what to do.
For example, now, Kaxiu directly explained the role of the demon species.
Simeone took it and used it without hesitation.
For this, Kaxiu expressed his appreciation. He sent a small amount of life vibration energy over, and Simone immediately tasted the sweetness.
This special warm energy traveled through the body and actually cured many of the hidden injuries and old diseases that remained in the body. Since Simone failed to break through to the fighter level a few years ago, his chest had been injured and he felt a sense of oppression and dullness. As a result, the energy moved through his chest, and the depressed energy immediately dissipated.
Simeone's breathing became smoother and more comfortable.
Unfortunately, the energy is too little. It is sweet, but just sweet, like a small red candied date.
Kaxiu took in Simone's expression and looked at Amos next to him from the corner of his eye. It was time to show some things to the allies, although Kaxiu felt that Amos had already thoroughly investigated the Spade "A" organization. Many things could not be concealed, so it was better to be frank.
Instead, you can take a step forward to retreat and show your sincerity.
In addition, the secret martial arts world is not without special secret arts with similar effects. It's just that the one that Kaxiu has mastered is more powerful, more complete, and more operable. Isn't Amos himself an example? The three limits of the storm are not even secret martial arts, but an ancient secret art.
It can actually have three age forms: old, middle-aged and young.
Even though he was already in his seventies or eighties, Amos still looked as young and immature as a young boy. Therefore, the ability that Kashu showed was indeed strange, but it was not shocking.
Moreover, this kind of special secret technique usually has extremely strong limitations and side effects. Otherwise, the Black Agency would not have only Amos practicing the three limits of Storm. There must be some conditions or the side effects are too strong.
The same goes for the secret revealed by Kasu.
The moon is rising, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the evening breeze is blowing gently.
Simone was released by Kashu, and the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Conference dinner performance by the Evil Eye Fist should be about to end.
At Saka Park, Amos and Kashu seemed to be discussing something. They walked straight along the broken road towards the undamaged artificial lake in the distance. At the entrance of the park, black agency commissioners had already poured in, mixed with government personnel. They came here to clean the floor as usual.
The moon was obscured by floating clouds, revealing its bright figure. The soft white light shone on the ripples on the lake.
One tall, one short, one old, one young, they walked slowly along the lakeside path, their shadows lengthening and projected onto the lake.
"Kaxiu, I'm afraid you took Simone as your subordinate not just out of admiration... Although this kid has the potential to break through to become a fighter, you don't have such an attitude towards him. Do you have any plans for him?" Amos pondered for a moment, his glasses reflecting a little, and asked tentatively.
"Is this the kind of person I am in your eyes? Can't I just extend a hand out of pity to a genius who has had a tragic experience and give him a helping hand out of kindness?" Kaxiu expressed that he was a little hurt.
"Don't pretend, you can't fool me. Although we have only met a few times, I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with you. You are a person who rarely has any kind emotions. If you must say it, it is that you are born cold-blooded. Although you are not incompatible with the whole world, there is more or less a layer of membrane between you. I'm afraid you don't have anyone worth confiding in..."
Amos suddenly turned the topic to Kaxiu himself. Fifty years had passed, and his vision had long since become more mature and insightful.
“Hehe… It’s not that I’m born cold-blooded, but I always lose something on the road to becoming stronger. In fact, I didn’t turn into a man-eating monster, and it’s rare that I can maintain my current state.” Kaxiu smiled coldly, his eyes filled with reminiscence: “As for people who are worth confiding, there were, probably three. Unfortunately, they are probably gone now…”
He glanced at Amos next to him, and decided not to continue talking about his own topic. He simply stated his purpose directly: "I plan to make Simone the champion of this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament. He has the ability. Then I will help him enter the fighter level and instruct him to challenge the school leader in the Martial Arts Exchange Tournament. Let's choose the organizer, the Evil Eye Fist..."
"Then we will take action and attack the entire Evil Eye Fist at the same time on that day. You will kill the only two fighters of the Evil Eye Fist in person and announce the emergence of the Golem Sect. And Simone has betrayed you. He is the first disciple of the Cloud Dog Fist, the first school of the East Nine Sects, but he is standing behind you and has broken through to become a fighter!"
Amos interrupted Kaxiu's second half of the sentence, his eyes gradually brightened up, and he kept muttering "What a waste!"
"You even have a reason. You can say that you are the mysterious descendant of the Red Eagle Fist. Because the Red Eagle Fist was suppressed and destroyed by the Evil Eye Fist, you practiced secret martial arts and finally got your revenge!"
"Great, great... If we, the Black Agency, help from behind, can make you a benchmark and role model for resisting the oppression of the East Nine Gates of the Secret Martial Arts World." The more Amos spoke, the more he thought it was feasible. He looked at Kasu and nodded.
It seemed to be praising the man for being full of conspiracy and intrigue.
"Don't look at me like that. You said everything that happened next. I never thought about it that way. But you are really insidious, Amos. You even designed the subsequent script. If you do what you said, it will definitely cause an uproar. I admire you, I admire you! You are worthy of being the butler of the agency for fifty years..."
Kaxiu narrowed his eyes, smiled and clapped his hands. His expression was a little gloomy and his tone sounded a little sarcastic.
"You..." Amos was speechless for a moment, shocked by Kaxiu's shamelessness. Don't you know what you are thinking
"Whatever you say, as long as the plan can be carried out smoothly, I just want to see a good result in the end."
He shook his head and gave up arguing with Kasu.
"Oh? As long as the plan can be implemented smoothly, that's what you said." Kasu nodded to Amos in appreciation.
"What do you mean?" Amos stopped.
"Didn't you make most of the specific plans just now? When the time comes, go and tell Simeone about the role he played in the plan. It makes sense for whoever made it to have the say, right..."
After Kaxiu finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
There was only the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Amos looked him in the eye with a constipated expression.
"You fucking..."
Finally, after touring the entire artificial lake, Amos accepted the task with a sour face. Who can blame him for being outspoken
Kaxiu started the conversation, and Amos took the initiative to fill in the rest. He was caught with a handle that was not a handle in words. Of course, he could refuse, but there was no need.
Kaxiu wanted to take a detour to let Simeone talk about the follow-up plan, of course, there was a reason. After all, Simeone's role in the plan was not very good. That was equivalent to being a traitor who betrayed his master, and in public.
Although this can enhance the shock and power of the Golem Sect in the Eastern Secret Martial Arts World and raise its reputation, it seriously damages Simone's own reputation and is extremely negative. The entire Secret Martial Arts World is talking about his betrayal of his master, who can stand this.
Therefore, telling Simone about this matter was not a good idea after all, as it was easy to be hated. Kaxiu did not want to have any estrangement or conflict with his subordinate who would be the top fighter in the future.
At least, he didn't want to do that recently. He still needed Simeone after the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament.
In this way, the only person who has sufficient status and strength and understands the plan is Amos, the planner.
The bad guy, let him do it.
When the two separated at the entrance of Saka Park, Amos glared at Kaxiu for a long time, and finally said the same words as the Eye Demon: "You are so despicable..."
Late at night, in Mia City, in a villa in the urban area.
On the half-moon-shaped open-air balcony, a handsome blond young man half leaned on the surface of a recliner, holding a drink in his hand. The vinyl record in the living room slowly turned, playing a melodious song.
He closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling the coolness of the autumn evening breeze. A dark shadow was moving through the remote corners of the city at a speed so fast that it could not be detected by the naked eye. In a moment, the shadow entered the villa, climbed up to the third floor along the wall like a spider, and landed silently.
The tall and thin shadow stood beside the young man and slowly merged into the ground.
"He's quite honest, and he hasn't done anything irrational..."
Kaxiu opened his blue-black eyes and muttered to himself, "But speaking of it, Simone should have practiced some secret technique that can detect auras keenly. Even the Demon Shadow was almost discovered by him."
The concealment of the Demon Shadow is actually very strong. Even Kasu has such a keen sense because he is parasitized by the Demon Shadow.
This time he sent out the magic shadow, not only to investigate Simone's situation, but also to investigate the situation of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition. The various schools, the specific competition system, the layout of the venue, etc. He wanted to understand it more clearly so that he could show off when the time came.
Yes, the only thing Amos asked Kaxiu to do was to act cool. It would be best if he showed a domineering image when he first appeared, shocking the many schools present.
Only in this way can the strong image of the Golem Gate be established.
It's a bit embarrassing to say this, when Amos talked about this. Kaxiu asked how to act cool, but he really didn't know how. The more deliberate the performance, the more likely it is to have the opposite effect. At that time, Amos first glanced at Kaxiu, opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped and looked again. Finally, he coughed and said.
"Just follow your usual state, keep it up."
At that time, Kaxiu thought that Amos was asking him to be more natural, but later he realized that he was hinting at the fact that he was a strong man in his daily life. How could that be possible? He was not that kind of person at all, and Amos' malicious speculation was pure slander!
I guess he was taking revenge on me for making him the bad guy. He was so petty and didn't even consider the overall situation.
On the white tiled balcony, Kaxiu slowly stood up from the armchair and picked up a glass of liquor from the low wooden table next to him.
He took a big sip, feeling the wonderful burning sensation in his throat, and looked into the distance.
His sight seemed to penetrate through the shadows of many tall buildings and saw the Hei Tong Building where the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition was held.
"The script has been written, Evil Eye Fist, you should die..."