Chapter 720 - Situation 2

Chapter 720: Situation 2
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Is this really the Wellington family’s high-level elder? You’re too weak…
the red figure leaped lightly and landed before the man in white. His crimson leather boots clicked past the coagulating blood puddle.

I merely chased you for about ten kilometers, but that was already too much for you. You’re just like that Middle-level Blood Breed previously… All of you are truly a decaying race…
Dahm lowered his head and looked down contemptuously upon the Wellington elder who was crawling on the ground and begging.
After his fierce battle with the Upper-level Blood Breeds previously, his Dead Waterbird Fist had finally improved to the next level and he’d successfully created a terrifying Secret Technique. He combined the essence of the various martial arts sects and merged it with the most profound principles of the Waterbird Fist to form a fatal move that utilized steel wires and threads as weapons.
The vibrations of his terrifying Dead Waterbird Fist were transmitted through these wires and threads to achieve the effect of death upon contact. Even though his destructive power had decreased slightly, his fighting angles were trickier and scarier as his destructive range had been increased greatly.
At this point, the Dead Waterbird Fist had finally left the basic domain of the Waterbird Fist. It had become a Fist Technique sect that Dahm created on his own that was equivalent to the Waterbird Fist’s branching fist techniques. In theory, there were three realms of the Dead Waterbird Fist, and each realm could be separated into five levels.
This realm relied on the control of the steel wires and threads.
There was one wire in the first realm, two in the second realm, and three in the third.
As for the levels of each realm, they were determined by the length of the destructive powers that controlled the steel wires.
Dahm currently stood within the first realm, meaning that he could only control one wire. However, his length reached the fifth level and was enough to allow the steel wires to kill its enemies even after extending to a length of fifteen meters. This skill could produce terrifying fatalities and injuries; as long as an enemy touched it, their blood would burst out.

Don’t kill me… Don’t… The head of my household will come back soon and he’ll never forgive you!
the blue-haired man half begged and half-threatened him while yelling.

The head of your household, huh…?
Dahm licked his lips while his blood red lipstick stained his tongue.
Looking down at the terrified, blue-haired elder in front of him, Dahm narrowed his eyes and took a few steps forward, before reaching his hand out and patting the other man’s head gently.

Don’t worry, of course I won’t kill you… You’re still very useful after all…


America
Naberdarth Mountains
The highest peak named Ares seemed as though it could pierce the heavens. The tip of the mountain penetrated the sea of white clouds and extended into the endless sky.
After passing through the cloud layer and continuing upwards, there was a large depression on the side of the mountain peak. Within the depression was a large, exquisite snow-white castle, one that resembled a gigantic white harp that gradually increased in height from the left side to the right.
There was a large cylindrical pipeline extending from the left side of the castle. A substance that resembled white gas flowed out slowly and continuously down into the sea of white clouds.
The white gas billowed like extremely cold air. The cylindrical pipeline that was releasing it had a diameter of ten meters while it was bordered by a winding mountainous path that led close to the peak.
The snowstorm made whistling noises while snowflakes fluttered downwards like feathers. Although they piled up on the peak of the mountain continuously, somehow, there was no buildup of snow upon the path.
The sky was bright now while snow continued to form thick clumps. A line of people walked up the little path slowly. They were all dressed in black coats and wearing hoods over their heads. Although they were walking on the slippery frozen steps, they seemed unusually steady.
There were five people altogether, and each of their faces was fully hidden underneath the black hoods.
Crunchy, scratching noises could be heard whenever they trod on the piles of snow on the steps.
The person who was leading the group raised his head. He looked at the pointy white castle, which was still a few hundred steps away from them, from afar. He pulled off his hood to reveal a male face that was persevering against the cold. Only then was it obvious that this was Hochman, who had just returned after completing a mission.

The weather here has become increasingly abominable… Ever since Master decided to move here,
he murmured softly.
Although he did not speak loudly during the snowstorm, the four people behind him were able to hear him clearly.

Boxing Overlord Master, aren’t these abominable weather conditions and environments coincidentally suitable for sharpening the willpower and perseverance of the students who came forward to learn from you?
this person removed his hood as well, revealing the face of a man with a burn scar on the bridge of his nose.
This man had no hair and yellowed skin. There was a dark green tattoo of a tiger on the top of his bald head while a large gold hoop dangled from one of his earlobes, making him look unusually exotic.
Furthermore, he spoke English with somewhat inaccurate pronunciations because he often curled the tip of his tongue.

Eastern Pole Gate Master has pretty good ideas,
nodded Hochman in agreement.

Warriors should focus on Fist Techniques from the start. They should always use their external conditions as forms of nourishment to sharpen themselves to reach even higher realms!
Eastern Pole Gate Master, the diplomatic representative of the Eastern Pole Technique of the east bowed his head and spoke sincerely. He possessed a kind of revered pursuit and fanaticism regarding Fist Techniques.
The three main Fist Techniques of the world, Eastern Pole Fist, Sandt Fist, and Mocksaw Sword Sect each had a specific niche. Their combat and martial arts styles were formed by the history, culture, beliefs, and national spirits of their own countries and it was obvious that they were influenced by their local characteristics and manners.
The Eastern Pole Fist sect had the most techniques. They had bare-handed palm techniques, leg techniques that focused on energy, as well as techniques that utilized various weapons. However, its specialty was focusing on the strength of one’s own body during moments of killing to unearth, evolve, and train one’s own potential.
The Eastern Pole Fist was a large organization that used ancient cultures that were inherited as the core energy of its Fist Technique. Their main focus was the discovery of the direction in which the forthcoming Eastern Pole Gate Master’s expertise lay. They prioritized training to strengthen their bodies and practiced moves to complement them.
Hochman was bringing him to the Holy Fist Palace as he had previously communicated with the Eastern Pole Gate Master and knew that his terrifying powers were on par with his own. Hence, the Eastern Pole Gate Master had wanted to find out if Hochman’s current powers had truly reached the frightening peak upper levels.
A major factor that influenced this was caused by Garen’s continuously terrifying improvements. However, Hochman’s strength was insufficient to take down the Eastern Pole Gate Master as that man was unimaginably powerful.
When he saw the Eastern Pole Gate Master Du Xinglong’s sincere expression, Hochman sighed in relief.
Other than the Blood Breeds, there were other mysterious powers that were hidden in this world. It was only that the Blood Breeds had been too prosperous that they were forced to hide their strength quietly.
However, the current internal strife among the Blood Breeds had resulted in heavy losses. Therefore, the other forces had become involuntarily restless as well.

We’re almost there. The housekeeper has already prepared a banquet in the palace to welcome and entertain a few honored guests,
said Hochman gently.

Thank you for your trouble,
Eastern Pole Gate Master Du Xinglong nodded.
The line of five people quickened their footsteps and rushed towards the mountaintop where the pristine white Holy Fist Palace was located.
Both sides of the arched palace doors were already pushed open by the servants in preparation to welcome their guests.
Hochman and one of his subordinates led the Eastern Pole Gate Master and his two disciples through the palace doors. They walked into a white pointed hall that was over a hundred meters tall and followed the carpet-like stones on the ground directly towards the deepest hall.
Both sides of the hall were formed with exquisite walls that were engraved with various patterns. Strangely enough, it fitted perfectly with its crude and ancient exterior, as if there was a kind of faint harmony between them.
A young person in white led them out of the deepest hall while walking on the left side, before passing through a long corridor that had fortified glass on the left. Through the glass, they could look down at the endless sea of clouds that created mind-blowing sceneries.
The young person in white who led them was a local youth who had been training here regularly. These people had learned about the existence of the Holy Fist Palace through its reputation from the World’s Combat Competition. Furthermore, factors such as the large quantity of potential seeds that were sent here, the interesting combat competitions that constantly renewed people’s outlooks on general knowledge, the martial arts that could allow one to dodge bullets, strengthen vision, or even unearth one’s reactions and intelligence, as well as exiting combat and fights had attracted many youths who were interested to learn martial arts.
Of course, the most important reason was the chain of effects that had formed after the competition, such as the individuals who practiced martial arts who relied on their five powerful senses and terrifying skills who could now excel in various jobs. Some of them even surpassed regular humans greatly. It was evident that these exercises had greatly influenced the previous employment issues of martial arts practitioners.
This was especially apparent in the combat club that Hochman and Dahm had organized. In the initial stages, their martial arts had produced terrifying results and could even shock the American military force. Moreover, both of them were even hired as special trainers in the army. Although the effects were not extremely obvious, it still served as a test of their power.
These reports naturally spread rapidly to the powerful countries throughout the world. Within a few years, Hochman and Dahm had transformed from regular youths who knew nothing about martial arts into terrifyingly strong martial arts masters that were regarded as overlords in their own groups.
After Hochman was able to single-handedly defeat fifteen armed special forces soldiers, the world instantly regarded martial arts with a newfound passion.
These were Hochman and Dahm’s plans all along. They wanted to form a holy site for martial arts in the world to upgrade the Waterbird Fist to unprecedented and terrifying heights.
The initial results of this plan were already beginning to appear now; whenever they faced financial issues, they would receive a large amount of aid and support from the Rexott Group. Currently, the Rexott Group had already become collaborative partners with Holy Fist Palace.
Eastern Pole Gate Master followed the guide and walked forward. They passed through ring-shaped stone doors that led to stone halls, where there were maids who helped them put on specially cleaned clothes while taking their original coats off to wash and dry.
The row of five people arrived at a spacious training hall where ten people were currently split into two groups to practice sparring constantly. Each of them used all of their strength and did not hold behind at all.
The eyes of all three members of Eastern Pole Gate widened.
The sound of fists and feet colliding with one another and tragic howls could be heard continuously, while medical personnel occasionally removed the injured individuals.
None of the ten practicing students were over thirty years old. All of them were dressed in dark grey uniforms with focused expressions on their faces. Their movements were extremely normal and only comprised of a few basic striking techniques. Nothing was exceptional except for the fact that they seemed to be unusually strong.

This is the training hall that is specially used for the Holy Fist Palace’s White Cloud Gate,
Hochman explained.

White Cloud Gate?
Eastern Pole Gate Master furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
As far as I know, when the Holy Fist Palace was established, His Excellency only possessed the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique and the Waterbird Fist that were combined into eternal Fist Techniques. This White Cloud Gate is…?


The White Cloud Secret Technique is a powerful and new martial art that was hidden by the Master and was not taught to the others previously. This Secret Technique requires longer practice durations,
smiled Hochman. He raised his hand and pointed towards the highest row of seats in the hall from afar.

The Master is over there. The ones beside him are the chief disciples of the White Cloud Secret Techniques.

Eastern Pole Gate Master looked towards the direction where Hochman’s finger was pointed before instantly noticing a handsome golden-haired man with a terrifyingly powerful body and a relaxed face who was seated upright on the white stone seat.
There were more than a hundred meters between them but his gaze was detected by the other man. The man turned his head over while a bolt of lightning flashed in his eyes.
Eastern Pole Gate Master Du Xinglong’s head became dizzy for a moment and his body shivered slightly. He had almost lost his balance as well.

There’s electricity in the room!!

He was astonished.