On September 26th, the weather was sunny and cloudless.
The quadrennial Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament has officially begun.
On this day, Mia City was full of welcoming banners, and the citizens were also discussing this martial arts exchange competition. Although they didn't know the details, they knew that this event was going to be quite grand. Mia City was honored to be the host city.
On the city streets, you can see police officers in blue and black uniforms, either patrolling the avenues or leaning against police cars to maintain order at fixed locations. These are all actions taken by the Mia City Government in cooperation with the Evil Eye Fist.
As the local boss, the Evil Eye Fist has extensive and strong network of contacts.
Even the gangs had to give some face, and several leaders promised not to cause trouble during the martial arts exchange competition. The Evil Eye Fist was very detailed and well-planned this time.
In Mia City, downtown, an area around the Heitong Building was cordoned off by police cordons, leaving only a boulevard visible.
The road was decorated with lights and there were young men and women wearing the uniforms of the Evil Eye Fist lining up on both sides to welcome them. The disciples selected were all good-looking and outstanding in temperament. Their purpose was nothing more than to let the participating schools in each county feel the enthusiasm of the Evil Eye Fist.
It's actually no different from cheerleading.
"Interesting, this is almost as grand as the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament held by the last Star Ring Fist. The Evil Eye Fist is determined to make a name for itself this time, and I guess they've invested a lot of money."
"It's quite lively, with the atmosphere of a formal competition..."
“I don’t know if I can get a good ranking this time.”
There were whispers among the crowd, and secret martial arts schools from all over the world, led by their respective elders, walked towards the Black Child Building. They all wore uniforms representing the characteristics of their respective schools, which was quite impressive.
Nearby, on the balcony of a tall building surrounded by a cordon.
The middle-aged man dressed in the uniform of a senior police officer looked over there and kept praising the show of the Evil Eye Fist.
"The Evil Eye Fist is really willing to spend money to transform his own Black Child Building in the city center into a fighting arena. Even if it can be modified back after the exchange competition, it will still cause a lot of losses. The renovation fee alone is probably millions of federal coins..."
"Not to mention the entire Golden Leaf Hall that was booked, the banners throughout Mia City, and the cleaning and renovation of the main roads in the city. This will cost at least tens of millions of federal coins..."
The man shook his head, sighing at the wealth of the Evil Eye Fist, but in his heart he was more impressed by the strength of the Evil Eye Fist's connections. As the deputy director of the Mia City Police Department, he naturally understood that the Evil Eye Fist was a local tyrant and its power was complicated.
It even has the power to influence the city government, allowing the city police department to cooperate with the Evil Eye Fist in the smooth holding of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament.
After half a century of development, the Evil Eye Fist has already become a giant in Windsor County. I really don't know what other forces can defy the will of the Evil Eye Fist in Windsor County.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard on the stairs behind me.
A police officer ran up hurriedly.
"Chief Marco, the police department's special operations team was suddenly dispatched and has begun to take over our officers stationed around the cordon." He had obviously run all the way here and was a little out of breath.
"Special Operations Team? Isn't that specifically for..." The middle-aged man paused and said to himself, "Who ordered the Special Operations Team to come? Theoretically, the entire police station only has..."
"It's me."
A voice came from behind the panting young policeman.
It's a deep, rich baritone voice.
A tall man with gold-rimmed glasses came over. He was wearing a more advanced uniform than Mark.
"Chief Reuben!" the young police officer turned around and shouted.
The person in front of me is the director of the Mia City Police Department.
Deputy Director Marco's boss.
"Marco, I will take over a series of affairs here, and the special operations team will cooperate appropriately. From now on, the two of you stay with me." Director Reuben swept over with a sharp gaze.
"Then... what about the Evil Eye Fist?"
Marco felt something was wrong. The sudden change and the appearance of the special operations team seemed to foreshadow something.
"Evil Eye Fist?" Director Reuben smiled and said, "We don't need to worry about them. We just need to do our own thing. Starting from this morning, until the end of the exchange competition. No matter what happens at the Black Boy Building of the Evil Eye Fist, you all stay firmly around the cordon and don't bother with that."
"Then..." Marco seemed to want to say something.
Reuben raised his hand to interrupt him: "All we have to do is to be in the right place at the right time to clean the floor..."
"Do you understand?"
Marco looked at Director Reuben's serious and majestic gaze, nodded silently, and replied: "I understand..."
This was just a small episode on the day of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament. More undercurrents were gathering from all directions, as if they had woven an invisible net, waiting for the moths to fly around and catch all the prey at once.
The first day of the event, Black Boy Building, lobby.
The first, second and third floors have undergone extensive renovations. The floors were directly penetrated to form a continuous ring design.
Even on the second and third floors, one could overlook the arena in the center of the first floor hall, perhaps even a little clearer.
On the first floor of the building, there are four circular rings, similar to boxing rings, but different. The ring specially made by the Evil Eye Fist for the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition has a larger diameter and is made of harder material. The surface is covered with a layer of special rubber, and underneath the rubber is hard concrete, and underneath the concrete is steel.
The protective net surrounding the ring is also very particular. It is made directly of steel wire alloy, and iron pillars as thick as an ordinary person's thigh are used as stakes.
Because this is not a normal competition, but a competition in the secret martial arts world! Compared with ordinary people, ordinary boxers. Any contestant here can be called a monster, and even boxers who break through the limits of the human body are not uncommon.
Once the blood was accelerated, the strength and speed increased dramatically, and coupled with the explosive special secret technique, it was not impossible to crack the concrete with one kick and bend the iron pillar with one punch. It was very likely.
It can be said that the sturdiness and protection level of these four rings are more than ten times that of normal boxing rings. Even so, after a whole day of fighting, the rings may have to be repaired overnight.
In addition to the ring, there are seats around the ring for the various schools to watch the fight. The layout of the seats this time is similar to the layout of the opening ceremony yesterday, with seating styles similar to those of a cafe.
The yellow wooden boards are used as a shield around the space, creating a semi-secret space. Basically, one genre is in one space. The seats in the space are U-shaped, like a leisure sofa area for negotiating with guests. In the middle of the U is a table where fruit snacks and tea can be placed.
The wooden baffle was not too high, and when sitting down, one could still see the other sects' disciples above their shoulders. The distance from the ring was just right, about five to fifteen meters.
The eyesight of a secret warrior is almost the same as watching the battle from a close distance.
There are also aisles between each area to facilitate the service staff to pass through. It can be said that the Evil Eye Fist is really thoughtful.
Arena No. 1, the headquarters of the Cloud Dog Fist, is very quiet here.
The competition hadn't officially started yet, but when I looked around, I could see a crowd of people. Most of them were disciples and core disciples from various schools, so most of them were young.
Most of them were participating in a martial arts exchange competition for the first time, and the young people were impatient and could not hold back, so there was a lot of chattering, and the whole first floor was as lively as a vegetable market.
Only on the Cloud Dog Fist side.
More than a dozen disciples were silent, and even the instructor was a little taciturn. In the middle, a black-haired young man was smoking a cigarette, puffing out smoke, with a blank expression on his face. He was in a bad mood, or it could be said that he was in a very bad mood. So much so that the strong aura on his body was released, affecting the surroundings.
"Simone, what's wrong with you? You've been in a bad mood since you came back from the club this morning. The martial arts exchange competition is about to begin, so adjust your mentality. And take back your aura, you scared your junior brothers and sisters..."
An old man with gray hair came over from the second floor where the elders of various schools sat. He had obviously noticed the unusual atmosphere in the Cloud Dog Fist station and saw that something was wrong with Simone.
"I know, Uncle Faith..."
Simone took a last deep puff of smoke and crushed the still burning cigarette bit by bit into the metal ashtray.
"Please be careful..."
The old man opened his mouth, wanting to pull Simone out to talk. But the martial arts exchange competition was about to start, and now was not the right time. Simone was emotionally unstable, probably because he couldn't break through the fighter. I don't know what stimulated him this morning. I'll ask him when we have dinner in the evening.
He turned and left, returning to the second floor for viewing the game.
Simone lowered his eyelids, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes. The price he had to pay to successfully break through to the fighter level with the help of the Golem Gate was indeed not simple. The young man with fighter-level strength found him in the morning and explained part of the plan and the role he should play. A person who openly betrayed his master in public. Simone didn't care much about his reputation, but he didn't want his betrayal of his master to be presented in such a fierce way. He wanted to deal with it coldly as if he had disappeared.
Even though Amos promised that Simone could get the reward of Kashu's life vibration energy again, he was not very willing.
But, as I said, the situation is pressing.
Simeone has to do it even if he doesn't want to.
At that time, he even thought that he should have joined the original Gate Organization. However, Amos seemed to have seen through Simone's thoughts and directly pointed out the so-called flaws in the Gate Organization's methods. Simone had talked with the Eye Demon, and the Gate Organization helped him by obtaining a Gate Fragment and then letting Simone try to break through. After breaking through to the Fighter level, he would perform the Gate Opening Ceremony, open the Gate of the Physical Body, and then withstand the collapse.
According to Amos, this method only treats the symptoms and not the root cause.
You can indeed endure the collapse of your body in this way, but the fact of scoliosis will not change, and the pain brought by each explosive battle will still exist. The more you fight with all your strength, the faster your body will collapse, and you will still repeat the same mistakes. Unless you continue to perform the physical door opening ceremony.
However, the correct time for the Gate Fragment is not fixed, sometimes it is long and sometimes it is short. What if the time interval is too long? Then you can only wait for your body to collapse again. The so-called solution of the Gate Organization is just to make you stronger and then bear it. Sooner or later, you will not be able to hold on for a long time.
Even the side effects such as back pain and the inability to frequently use full strength still exist. The method of the Golem Gate is completely different. They solve the problem from the root and perform an operation. A bloody operation to straighten the spine bit by bit.
The surgeon is Kaxiu, assisted by a group of top doctors. It will take a few hours if you are lucky, or a few days if you are unlucky. It will take one or two times if you are lucky, or hundreds of times if you are unlucky. However, you don't need to worry about whether you will die. As long as you have a breath left, Kaxiu can save you. The whole process is anesthesia, and there is no postoperative recovery period. When you wake up, you will see a healthy body.
Simeone believed it and accepted the order, but that didn't mean he was willing or that he wouldn't be angry.
"I should have thought of it earlier. When we first met in Saka Park, I knew at first glance that this cocky little boy wasn't a good person!"
"I'm afraid the leader agreed to this plan because he was bewitched by him. Otherwise, with the leader's appreciation for me, he would never let me do such an embarrassing thing that would put others in a dilemma and damage my reputation!" Simone recalled the scene in which Kasu stretched out his hand to him under the moonlight and cheerfully invited him to become his subordinate.
Generous and straightforward, the sect leader definitely admires him!
My thoughts turned to the ugly face of Amos wearing glasses this morning. Who was he looking at with the glare from the glasses? Was he trying to cover up those two cunning eyes
If the gap between him and Amos wasn't too big, Simeone would have turned hostile long ago. If not a fight, at least a few words would have been exchanged.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling…
The crisp sound of the electric bell echoed in the lobby on the first floor.
Suddenly, the noisy place became quiet.
Obviously, it was nine o'clock and time to start.
Four referees appeared on the four stages. They looked around and took out a list of events.
On the No. 1 ring, the referee with a goatee said in a loud voice: "The Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament has officially begun. The first match on the No. 1 ring is between the Cloud Dog Fist and the Crescent Moon Fist Gym."
"The format is a round-robin battle until all the opponents fall."
"The contestants off the field have one minute to prepare. They will gather in the ring in one minute." The referee with a goatee stood in a corner of the ring again.
"It's finally started! I'm the first one." A young boy with a childish face among the Cloud Dog Fist disciples was excited. He took a deep breath and was about to stand up.
A strong hand suddenly pushed him back.
"Otto, I, your senior brother, am in a bad mood today and need to vent. Leave all the people in the Crescent Moon Boxing Gym to me..."
The boy looked up and saw Simone's profile, which was deep and inexplicably ferocious. He pulled off his coat, revealing the pure white fighting suit underneath. He walked towards the No. 1 ring step by step, leaving only his back.