September 23, Windsor County, Evil Eye Fist headquarters.
After fifty years, Evil Eye Boxing, which was originally one of the top schools in Windsor County, has become even more powerful. Especially since Dongjiumen, the only one in the county, has no obstacles to its development. Steady suppression of other factions in Windsor County.
Since ancient times, martial arts has always been inseparable from fighting. Therefore, in Windsor County, there are many black and white big shots who have good relations with the Evil Eye Fist. Even some underground power leaders, directors of business groups, and government officials have practiced martial arts in Xieyan Fist. The master of the Evil Eye Fist is the martial arts instructor for all of them.
In fact, there is a complementary relationship between multiple parties.
As a communication platform, Evil Eye Fist brings together these mixed people with different identities. Everyone exchanges power and resources, either cooperates for benefit, or colludes.
Even when conflicts arise, they are mediated here.
The development of Xieyan Fist is extremely good, and it has perfectly adapted to the changes of the times. Therefore, it has always maintained its prosperity.
Throughout Windsor County, many talented seeds suitable for the practice of secret martial arts have also come here to strengthen the new blood.
Only in this way can the Evil Eye Fist remain in its original state and maintain its power despite the overall decline of the secret martial arts world.
It can be said that Windsor County is the world of Evil Eye Fist.
This Eastern Secret Martial Arts Exchange Tournament will be hosted by Evil Eye Fist, which is undoubtedly the most important event in the past ten years. The Eastern Esoteric Martial Arts Exchange Competition attracts the attention of domestic esoteric martial arts circles and even foreign esoteric martial arts circles, and is a great opportunity to enhance your reputation. As long as it is held well, it will be wonderful. The reputation of Evil Eye Fist will spread throughout the federation in the next four years. Not only that, the reputation will also bring many benefits.
It will be of great benefit to the further development of Evil Eye Fist.
So, this time. The current leader of the Evil Eye Fist, Ugo, is working hard to make the martial arts exchange meeting the best it can be.
In the past three months, he has been continuously contacting his connections in Windsor County to prepare for the Eastern Secret Martial Arts Exchange Competition. First of all, the government has reached cooperation. One week before the exchange competition begins, the Mia City Police Department will dispatch a large number of police vehicles to maintain local order and security.
Also, some areas will be blocked.
Secondly, Ugo contacted business contacts and found a reliable and efficient construction and decoration company. A building owned by Evil Eye Fist in Mia City was renovated into a large mixed martial arts arena similar to a boxing ring. They even rented a high-end clubhouse near the building as an accommodation venue for many participating schools. There are exercise rooms, medical rooms, large restaurants, bathing places, leisure halls, and many sports and sports facilities in the clubhouse. It can be used as a communication venue.
In addition, Ugo also used some personal invitations to invite big figures from Windsor County and several nearby counties to attend the game. And contact print media and mouthpieces to do superficial reports.
Finally, the rewards of the exchange competition are also extremely rich. There are not only monetary and material rewards, but also precious medicinal materials. There are even some rare and powerful fighting secrets as rewards.
This is naturally nothing to the core disciples of the first- and second-rate sects, but it is quite attractive to the disciples of the third-rate or even non-first-rate sects. Can effectively increase the number of people.
When there are more people, it will naturally become lively and prosperous.
It should be noted that after more than fifty years of development. The Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Conference is no longer just a competition between core disciples of major schools. It is a prosperous time of communication between ordinary disciples, core disciples, and elder sect masters.
Among them, the elder sect leader is just a spar, which is equivalent to adding to the fun. Elders who are willing to play will invite opponents who are also willing to fight, and sometimes the winner will not be determined. Instead, they hit it as far as they could, and each of them stopped.
The competitions at the ordinary disciple level are the most numerous and complicated, aiming to discover low-level talents. Furthermore, the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Meeting will be extended to maximize the benefits for all parties.
Finally, the core disciple level competition is the highlight as always. This is a competition between the real geniuses of various schools, using their fists and blood to hone their wills and compete to find the winner.
Throughout the six eastern counties, many "little boxing champions" and "swordsmanship seeds" who have become famous during the four-year gap are already ready to take action. Just waiting for the time to come and be a blockbuster.
Realize your name and nickname in this exchange game.
September 23rd, Mia City, Evil Eye Fist headquarters.
In the retreat room exclusive to the door owner.
Ugo stood by the window, looking at the rows of high-rise buildings and bustling streets in the city. The whole person couldn't calm down and felt inexplicably restless.
He had been like this since a few days ago, very upset. Maybe it's because the official time for the exchange meeting is approaching. The closer the competition is to start, the more anxious people become.
There is always the involuntary worry that there will be mistakes and accidents in communication, even though Ugo thinks he is quite well prepared.
I glanced out the window and saw some gloomy cloudy weather.
Ugo went through the specific process again in his mind to ensure that every aspect was flawless and there would be no mistakes. And many links have remedial measures and backup plans. Even if an accident occurs, you can quickly respond to save the situation.
"The third inspection of the exchange venue has been completed and passed."
"Accommodation halls for various genres are ready."
"Government and media contacts have been maintained..."
"My private invitation list is intact."
"All major schools have also sent out invitations..."
He nodded secretly, and his whole body suddenly relaxed a lot. So I sat back on the sofa and made myself a small pot of hot tea.
Just as he was about to raise the white porcelain cup and take a sip, Ugo remembered what happened a few days ago. It is said that a mysterious secret martial arts sect appeared out of nowhere in Beiliu County and wanted to participate in this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Conference. However, everything about this genre is unknown. It has only been around for a short time and a lot of information is unknown. Other secret martial arts sects in Beiliu County have not had contact with him.
Moreover, this genre illustrates that time is too tight.
If it is added, the seating area and accommodation room will be adjusted. Things like list invitations have to be redone again.
Therefore, Ugo did not agree to the other party's request in the end.
Instead, let that genre wait for the next exchange competition.
I sent the message here, but there was no response from the other party. It seems to have been accepted by default. Ugo stopped paying attention.
"By the way, what's the name of that sect?"
He took a sip of tea and touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Oh, Golem Gate."
Ugo muttered to himself and put the tea cup back on the table.
"The name is quite majestic, but I've never heard of it before. I guess it's from some obscure sect..."
He shook his head, crossed his arms, and leaned back against his chest.
He closed his eyes and planned to take a nap in the afternoon.
I went through everything just now in my mind. I couldn't imagine any mistakes. I had a backup plan if there was an accident. This made Ugo feel a lot more at ease. He planned to sleep for an afternoon to recuperate and then stay awake for the next two days. Just wait until the exchange meeting starts on the 25th.
At the same time, one of the East Nine Sects, Star Ring Fist.
In a wide fighting field, square pieces of light yellow floor tiles formed a grid, corresponding to the clouds in the sky.
In the middle of the field, there were two figures, an old man and a young man, wearing black fighting uniforms, moving around and taking action quickly. Fists and kicks flew, each blow carrying explosive power. There was a loud bang when the limbs collided, and a cloud of dust exploded.
They planted their feet on the ground with such force that each quick turn caused the thick bricks to shatter. It makes a sound like a thunderous explosion, if there are people watching the battle around the venue.
I'm afraid my feet will feel numb, like an earthquake.
Bang bang bang!
The tall young man with a red bandage on his forehead moved widely, and his fists with both hands brought out a large dazzling light.
He bent his body and his arm popped out like an arrow missing. The fist roared and cut through the air, forming a deadly crescent moon.
This time it was extremely fast, as if it was some kind of secret technique.
Ordinary boxers would be afraid of being defeated instantly by this move.
However, the neatly dressed old man opposite just raised his hand. He received the powerful and heavy punch without showing any sign, and the explosive power was completely swallowed up.
In fact, he was motionless and the masonry under his feet was intact. He clearly showed his extremely high attainments in force reduction and was quite graceful.
"Snapped!"
The old man suddenly punched the young man in the abdomen. He smashed it upside down and flew across most of the field.
When he was about to land, the young man barely controlled his body.
He landed on all fours in a slightly embarrassed state, but soon jumped up. Staggering step by step, he walked back to the old man.
"Shaq, you're upset."
The old man's eyelids were drooped, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looks to be in his seventies or eighties, and his figure is already slightly stooped.
"Sorry, Elder Arrow, I really want to beat Simeone. When I think about leaving for the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament today, I am so excited that I can't help myself. Eastern Three Stars, Thunder Dog Simeone, Moon Fist Shaq, die Soul Sword West. I can only be ranked second, always one step lower than that guy Simeone."
"Obviously, in all the public and private discussions, we can only count each other as half the winners. He is not better than me!" Shaq had a look of reluctance on his face, obviously quite unconvinced.
"In this Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament, I will defeat him in front of everyone! Let the entire Eastern Secret Martial Arts community know who is the strongest among the Eastern Three Stars!" He took a deep breath.
"Don't be excited, don't be upset, don't be impatient. You are the only one among the younger generation who has learned all the three secret arts of sun, moon and star, even younger than me. Simone will not be your opponent, this time Let me go with you, old man..."
The old man comforted him with a smile, keeping his eyes slightly closed.
"Second Elder, are you going? That sect leader..." Shaq said.
"I'll tell him. As you get older, it's good to be quiet and restless." The old man said slowly, reaching out a hand to pat Shaq on the shoulder: "I'm looking forward to the day when you win the Eastern Conference..."
He looked at Shaq with cloudy eyes, his vision slightly blurry, as if he had looked through the young man at himself back then. Fifty years ago, I was in high spirits. At that time, he seemed to be also known as the Eastern Three Stars.
By the way, there is also a nickname, what is it called?
Yao... Yaoguang Fist.
On the other side, on a high mountain, maple leaves were swaying. The forest stretches for dozens of miles, as if there is a fire, and there is bright and translucent red everywhere. When the wind blows, the flames billow.
And it made a crashing sound like the waves of the sea.
In the maple forest, under the tallest and largest tree.
The man in a plain trench coat sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his waist as straight as a pine tree, and an unsheathed long sword across his knees.
Fiery red maple leaves fall from time to time, on the top of the head, shoulders, and legs. The man seemed to have become a red maple tree, with lush branches and leaves.
His eyebrows were lowered, his facial features were sharp, and his breath was extremely cold. Just like a killing machine trained since childhood, silent and ruthless.
"Crash, lala, lala..." "Crash, lala, lala..."
The autumn wind blows, making the mountains and fields burst into bursts of red light.
Buzz buzz...
The long and narrow cross sword on the young man's knee suddenly began to vibrate, making a series of crisp sounds.
Suddenly, a hand as white as jade grasped the hilt of the black rope sword. The man disappeared instantly.
There was a loud whistling sound in the air.
In a short period of time, it overcame the sound of the leaves rubbing against each other.
A stunning flash of sword light rushed out of the maple leaf forest, carrying the air flow full of red leaves and creating a fiery red arc in the air.
It was like a pillar of blazing fire, shooting straight into the sky.
Ding!
The sword returned to its scabbard, and the young man turned around and walked down the mountain.
"Practice hard for a hundred days, and finally get Lie Feng's sword."
"Simone the Thunder Dog, Shaq the Moon Fist...it's time to move your positions. Let's use you to nourish the Soul-Destroying Sword Intent..."
The young man's figure disappeared into the maple leaves falling like fire and rain.
Suddenly there was a series of rumbling sounds from behind.
Astonishingly, more than a dozen trees in the surrounding area were broken, with smooth cross-sections. The tree trunk collapsed, startling a crowd of birds.
Donghai County, Donghai City, Yunquan.
On the train station platform, a group of young and beautiful girls were surrounding a young man, chattering.
"Elder brother, you must come back with a first place..."
"Elder brother, I believe in you, you must work hard!"
"Senior Brother, Senior Sister Beni and I both believe that there will be no accidents in this Eastern Exchange Tournament. You must be the strongest! You must help us give that paralyzed face of West Germany a good beating! The last time we competed, Beni almost died. Senior sister is disfigured! How disgusting..."
"Elder brother..."
The surrounding passengers looked over with curiosity because this group of girls had outstanding looks, tall and beautiful figures, and unique temperaments. There is quite a youthful vitality in his words.
"Huh~" White steam spurted out from the gaps in the carriage.
"Okay, okay, I know what you want to say. I will go all out for this Eastern Secret Martial Arts Exchange Competition. The train is about to leave, and the juniors and elders are still waiting for me. Goodbye."
The young man squeezed out from the crowd of warblers and quickly got into the train carriage. The sunlight from the window shone in and fell on the man's handsome face. His facial features were deep and as sharp and sharp as a knife. It was a very aggressive face.
He crossed several carriages and sat down next to an old man.
"Coming?" The old man leaned in slightly.
"Yes." The young man nodded, with a smile on his face.
He suddenly thought of something and said interestingly: "Uncle Faith, do you think it would be better for me to use 80% of my strength this time or 90% of my strength? How about I forget it with all my strength. After all, I have been using 70% of my strength for the past few years. Cheng Lihu is messing with those two people." The young man shook his head with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
"Eastern Samsung? Haha..."
