Half an hour later, we arrived at the most upscale street in the first district of Florence.
This is a place for pleasure, and it is most lively at night. At that time, you can often see high-end carriages with exquisite workmanship, and even noble carriages with family emblems parked nearby. Wealthy businessmen, romantic nobles, and married people who come here for excitement.
Of course, having fun is only part of it. With the development of certain needs, this place has gradually evolved into a place for business talks, networking, and communication and gathering of the younger generation. In particular, some young nobles whose fathers have a lot of money and power like to choose this kind of place to play.
When there are too many people, those who keep themselves clean will become unsociable.
In the middle of Happy Street, there is a brightly colored four-story building, on the top floor.
In a spacious private room of the highest grade, the air was filled with a faint scent of incense, pleasant and elegant. The floor was covered with medium-thick, quite soft solid-colored fur, forming a large light brown carpet.
On the wall, stickers similar to gold foil formed a floral pattern, climbing up along the corners until they were blocked by the white curtains.
In the middle of the private room, several young men and women were drinking. The men were handsome, the women were pretty, and their clothes and temperament exuded a sense of nobility. Among this group of people, there was a tall man who was the focus of the whole scene. He had a cold and arrogant expression throughout the whole process, and spoke no more than five words each time, but the noble men and women around him were still enthusiastically discussing the man. They were either flattering, hinting, or showing goodwill.
The sunlight shone through the window gap onto the man, making his half-long blond hair look even more dazzling. Combined with his handsome, deep and aggressive face, he looked quite wild. Coupled with his tall and strong figure, his arrogant and domineering temperament, he really looked like a sitting lion king.
Soth, a dark gold hunter of the Hunter Association, is a master trained by the imperial royal family since childhood. He has mastered the source energy of the physical body, and his physical strength is extremely amazing, and his boxing skills are superb. If he finds an opportunity to fight in close combat, dark gold hunters of the same level may not be able to withstand five moves. Moreover, Soth's defense is also strong. He once had a record of withstanding the full force of three wild beast-level dark creatures at the same time. Although he was seriously injured afterwards, it can also be seen that Soth's physique is strong. Among them, the source energy is partly the reason.
More importantly, the royal family possesses an incomplete boxing technique.
It is called the Crazy Lion Fist, and half of it has been damaged. The remaining half of the fist technique has made Soth the Lion King, and he is qualified to compete for the Shadow Hunter. It can be seen that half of Soth's strength lies in this Crazy Lion Fist.
If Kaxiu were to observe this Crazy Lion Fist, he would soon find something familiar. That's right, Crazy Lion Fist, Three-Eyed Crazy Lion Style, the more you hear about these two, the more familiar they are. The half of the boxing method that Sos practiced was the secret martial arts of the Three-Eyed Crazy Lion Style in the Northern Secret Martial Arts World. The Three-Eyed Crazy Lion Style has been passed down for a very long time, and it is normal for some of the inheritance to be lost or leaked over a long period of time.
This Crazy Lion Fist is a second-rate secret martial art, and lacks the most important Three Eyes Secret Technique, and only has the most basic boxing moves. If compared comprehensively, it is probably not as good as the general complete third-rate secret martial arts.
Of course, this is the internal evaluation of the secret martial arts world, and outsiders are naturally happy to accept it. Lion King Sos used this boxing method to become a dark gold hunter.
His nickname, the Lion King, also comes from this boxing style.
If Domon, the core disciple of the Three-Eyed Mad Lion School whom Kaxiu met during his third time back in time, heard Soth's nickname, he would probably be furious.
The title of Lion King is not something that can be used casually. Master Domon is called the Evil Lion Maro, and his uncle is called the Demon Lion Mian, both of which are titles earned in the secret martial arts world. The nickname of Lion King can only be used by the master of each generation of the Three-Eyed Mad Lion School. Only those who defeat all peer competitors can be called Lion King. And Sos practiced a broken Mad Lion Fist.
Even inferior to ordinary cores, he dared to bear the name of Lion King. If the Three-Eyed Mad Lion Clan knew about this period of time, I'm afraid they would come out in full force.
Of course, the probability of this happening is zero. The secret martial arts world may have some contact with other extraordinary forces, but it will eventually be covered by a thick fog in the torrent of the times, separating them by a huge chasm.
Knock knock knock… Knock knock knock…
There was laughter and chatter in the private room, but there was a knock on the door outside.
The door was pushed open with a creak, and a middle-aged man walked in.
After a moment.
In a corner of the corridor where the walls were covered with oil paintings of landscapes, Soth's tall figure had his back to the middle-aged man, looking out the window while drinking a glass of fine wine. The man lowered his head slightly and described what had just happened.
"Oh? Half a year later, the old man finally used up his quota..."
Soth took a sip of his drink, his eyes gradually deepened: "Are you his disciple? What is your status? What is your hunter level? How strong is he?"
"He should be the old man's disciple..." The middle-aged man recalled what he had observed in the past few days. Blood Axe Heb seemed to be teaching the hunter named Bai Kui axe skills? He paused for a moment and continued, "He is a hunter who joined the Hunter Association from outside. He is a black bronze level and a mental illusionist..."
"Illusionist?"
Soth turned around with a strange expression on his face: "Isn't that old man good at Blood Axe? He accepted a disciple for spiritual energy? He wants to train a weak illusionist into a master of close combat with cold weapons? Blood Axe Heb has really become stupid in recent years, hehe..."
There was a hint of contempt in his tone. I thought Blood Axe Heb would pick a Dark Gold Hunter as a strong competitor, or cooperate with the parliament to make things difficult for me who was supported by the royal family. If there were two Dark Gold Hunters on the parliament side competing for the Shadow Hunter quota, even he would have a headache. Unexpectedly, he picked a Black Bronze rookie.
Or it's the master of spiritual energy, such as Genjutsu, that Heb is least afraid of.
He practiced the Crazy Lion Fist, and his mental willpower surpassed that of ordinary people. Even an illusionist of the same level could not allow himself to fall into the illusion space for too long.
Not to mention black copper, this level would probably be backfired on the spot.
The middle-aged man at the side opened his mouth, but in the end did not correct his master's words. The illusionist was not weak, but a strong man. However, no matter how strong he was, he was only at the level of an ordinary person. The attainment of spiritual energy was the standard for measuring the strength of an illusionist.
There was no difference between a stronger illusionist and a weaker one, and the weaker one was even stronger. This meant that they spent more energy on spiritual training and had no time to train their bodies.
A breeze blew by the window. Soth thought for a moment and said.
"That old man has only used up his quota at this time, and his disciple is only at the Black Bronze level. I'm afraid he has accepted his fate and will not continue to compete for the Shadow Hunter qualification. He just wants to use the rich resources that can be exchanged for the honor badge. In this way, the Black Bronze illusionist is really the disciple of Blood Axe Heb. Haha, is he giving up his qualifications to show weakness and want to reduce the danger to his disciples? If Solomon and Claire get the information, I'm afraid they will really let you go. But, as for me..."
He laughed, inexplicably cruelly: "We offended the royal family back then, it's not easy to turn over the page. You have to pay a heavy price, old man." Soth turned around abruptly, staring at the middle-aged man with oppressive eyes: "Find someone to kill the illusionist. Keep a close eye on him, and take action when he leaves the headquarters..."
"Oh, right, tell the killer to take the head back, put it in a box and send it to the old man. Let him see the last expression of his apprentice before his death..."
"Yes." The middle-aged man responded and walked quickly towards the stairs.
Soth was the only one left in the corridor. He drank the wine in one gulp and walked back to the luxurious box. Soth didn't take the matter he had just been told to heart. In his opinion, the two opponents he needed to pay the most attention to at this stage were undoubtedly Thorn Solomon and Siren Claire.
At the same time, in the second district of Florence, the seat of the Red Li Parliament.
A young man in black clothes, black shoes and black pants was practicing in the secret room. He seemed to be integrated with the darkness, deep, profound and strange. Thorns were spreading in the shadows, crawling all over the walls. These thorns eventually completely covered the interior of the secret room, and poisonous thorns grew on the surface.
Toxic black smoke came out of the leaves, corroding the air with a hissing sound.
“Knock knock knock…”
There was a knock on the door and Solomon opened his eyes.
Ten minutes later, he reentered the state of cultivation. As for the information about Blood Axe Heb, Solomon didn't take it to heart at all. Such a small matter would be properly handled by his subordinates. What he needed most now was to adjust his state to face his two old rivals, Claire and Soth.
Dark Hunting Organization, headquarters building, the legion commander’s office on the top floor.
A deep, magnetic voice sounded, quite majestic.
"Claire, do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand... Uncle, you've told me this twice, my ears must be callused. Protect that kid named Bai Kui, and don't let the non-factional and retired old hunters in the organization feel disheartened..."
Claire sat on the sofa without any ladylike manners, rolling her eyes. She looked very different from her usual goddess appearance, and was unusually unrestrained.
She crossed her legs, her round and plump legs crossed, her skin glowing white. Although her behavior was rough like a man's, her charming eyebrows and plump red lips gave her a different flavor. Her curvy figure naturally exuded a sense of charm, which would make people's eyes involuntarily converge on Claire. This was a passive mental ability.
Like the song of a siren, it bewitches the sailors of passing ships.
"You should pay more attention and don't be as careless as before. Your Uncle Heb saved your father's life once..." The legion commander's voice was slow and rhythmic, and when people heard it, they felt a sense of trust.
"Understood, understood. I'm leaving first."
Claire felt uncomfortable like a loach in this serious office, twisting her buttocks back and forth as if she was sitting on pins and needles.
"Get lost! I don't know how your mother trained you to be so lazy. If you were my subordinate..." The door slammed shut before the commander finished speaking. Claire was probably the only person in the Dark Hunter Organization who dared to do this.
Inside the headquarters building, a beautiful figure returned from the top floor to the ground floor.
The staff at the headquarters who passed by her couldn't help but cast their eyes over to her, their eyes showing amazement. Their hearts even beat thump-thump in their chests, as if they had fallen in love at first sight and found true love.
Claire walked quickly amidst the gazes, her face still maintaining a cold and perfect expression, but she was already cursing in her heart. She awakened and mastered a spiritual source called the Siren, which has great power but can passively attract the opposite sex. Claire was stared at too many times by those disgusting gazes, and she embarked on an evil path, which is called being a prostitute.
Because of this, Claire almost pissed her mother off to death. But the strong can always control their own destiny and freely choose the life they want.
As long as Claire is willing and does not violate the rules of the Dark Hunter Organization, no one can control her thoughts. This is the happiness of the strong, regardless of gender.
Time flies and it is afternoon.
In the Hunter's Apartment, Kashu was naked from the waist up, feeling the amplifying effect of the second stigma on his Nandou Fist. There were some signs of the fusion of the Death Fang Force and the Echo Force, which were more obvious than before.
When Kaxiu sensed it, he had a vague guess. This holy mark is the condensed life energy after the body cells are saturated. It has no characteristics, it is just a basic power node without attributes.
Therefore, the abilities of hunters can be amplified indiscriminately.
It's like a power amplifier.
When the hunter used the three energy sources, part of the life energy contained in the stigmata was consumed as an additional amplification. Although the two Nan Dou boxing techniques that Kashu mastered were different, they had the same roots in concept. When the power was surging, the stigmata overlapped, and there was a feeling of mutual attraction.
However, there are only two stigmata now, and this attraction seems to be very weak. More stigmata are needed to bring about further changes.
Kaxiu exhaled a breath of hot air, and thought about the changes in the past ten days. Because his body had grown from zero to a higher level, it was too strong and it was easy to collapse without the spirit to suppress it. So he did not enter the disaster world frequently, and only went there two or three times, and the time was very short. In addition, the dark creatures in the Gray City had been hunted once, and they had been dormant recently. It was not like at the beginning that you could easily encounter a group of them on the street.
Therefore, the life vibration energy that Kaxiu hunts is not much.
Last night, he entered the world of disaster again and met the ghost who came in for the second time. The ghost asked Kaxiu to meet outside the city of Florence tonight.
He brought some good things from Black Rain Villa and prepared to give them to Kaxiu.
"It's almost time, half past four. If we take a carriage out of the city, it will be after six o'clock. It's time to go." Kaxiu stood up and put on a coat. But he found that Bai Kui's original clothes were too small. He could only tremble all over, his bones crackling, and his body shrank. He turned into a slender young man of about 1.75 meters and put on the coat easily.
Kacha, the door opened and closed, and Kaxiu left the hunter's apartment.
In the dark corner, the gaze slowly withdrew and the figure followed.