"So this is the Wellington Family's high ranking elder? So weak … "The red figure leaped lightly and landed in front of the man in white. His red leather boots stepped on the pool of blood that had solidified.
"You can't even take it after chasing for ten kilometers. You're not even as good as the middle-level Blood Breed from last time … What a rotten race …" Dahm looked down at the Wellington Elder who was begging on the ground.
Since the last battle with the upper-level Blood Breed, his Dead Waterbird Fist had improved and he had successfully created an extremely terrifying Secret Technique. Combining the essence of the martial arts that he had absorbed and the essence of the Waterbird Fist, he had created a killing technique that used steel wire as a weapon.
His terrifying Dead Waterbird Fist could be transmitted through the steel wire and it could also kill on contact. Although the lethality was slightly reduced, the range of the attack had greatly increased. At the same time, the angle of attack had become more tricky and terrifying.
At this point, the Dead Waterbird Fist had finally broken away from the basic category of Waterbird Fist and became Dahm's self-created fist technique. It was equivalent to a branch of Waterbird Fist. In theory, the Dead Waterbird Fist had three realms and each realm could be divided into five levels.
The realms were determined by the control of the steel wire.
The first realm was one wire, the second realm was two, and the third realm was three.
As for the levels of each realm, it was determined by the length of the steel wire's lethality.
Dahm was currently in the first realm and could only control one steel wire. However, when the length reached the fifth level, he could extend the steel wire to fifteen meters and still kill the enemy. As long as he touched it, the enemy's blood would instantly explode and cause terrifying lethality.
"Don't kill me … Don't … My family's leader will reappear soon and he won't let you go!" The blue-haired man shouted, half pleading and half threatening.
"Your family's leader …?" Dahm licked his lips. His blood-red lipstick was even stained red on his tongue.
Looking at the terrified blue-haired elder, Dahm narrowed his eyes and walked a few steps forward. He reached out his hand and slowly pressed on the man's head.
"Don't worry, of course I won't kill you … You're still very useful …"
*****
Neapolitan Mountains
The tallest mountain, Ares, was as tall as the clouds. Its tip pierced through the sea of white clouds and extended to the invisible sky.
Passing through the white sea of clouds and moving upwards, there was a huge depression on the side of the mountain peak. In the depression was a huge and exquisite snow-white castle, like a huge white harp, gradually increasing in height from left to right.
On the left side of the castle, there was a huge cylindrical pipe. Something similar to white gas slowly flowed out of the pipe and fell into the white sea of clouds.
The white gas billowed like extremely cold air. The cylindrical pipe that gushed out of the white gas was at least ten meters in diameter. The edge of the pipe was a winding mountain road that was close to the mountain peak.
The wind and snow whistled, and snowflakes drifted down like raindrops, constantly piling up on the mountain peak. However, there were not many piles of snow on the path.
At this time, the sky was bright and snow was falling. A group of people slowly walked up the small path. They were all wearing black coats and hoods. Their footsteps were unusually stable on the icy steps that were easy to slip on.
There were five people in this group, and all of them had their faces completely covered by a black hood.
Their footsteps made crunching sounds as they stepped on the snow piles on the steps.
The leader in the black coat raised his head and looked at the white steeple castle that still had hundreds of steps in front of him. He pulled down his hood, revealing a determined and cold man's face. It was Hochman who had just returned from a mission.
"The weather here is getting worse … Ever since Master moved here," he muttered softly.
Although his voice was not loud in the wind and snow, it was loud enough for the four people behind him to hear it clearly.
"Lord Fist Tyrant, isn't this kind of bad weather perfect for training the willpower and perseverance of those who come to learn?" This person also took off his hood, revealing a man's face with a burn on the bridge of his nose.
This person had no hair, and his skin was slightly yellow. There was a greenish-black tiger tattoo on the top of his bald head, and he wore a huge golden earring on one of his earlobes. He looked somewhat exotic.
Moreover, his American English accent was not very standard. It was thick and curly.
"East Pole Gate Master's idea is not bad." Hochman nodded in agreement.
"A martial artist should focus on fist techniques, using all external conditions as nourishment to train oneself to reach the highest level in one's life!" The East Pole Gate Master, who came from the East, lowered his head and said sincerely. He had an almost reverent pursuit and fanaticism for fist techniques.
Among the three major fist techniques in the world, the East Pole Fist, the Saudi Fist, and the Mokso Sword Sect each occupied a place. They were a fighting style formed by the integration of the overall history, culture, beliefs, and national spirit of a continent, with an obvious regional style.
Among them, there were many styles of Eastern Fist. Some were bare-handed palm techniques, some specialized in fist techniques, some specialized in leg techniques, and some specialized in using various weapons. However, its main characteristic was that while it was fighting, it also focused on strengthening one's body and developing one's innate potential to evolve and train.
The East Pole Fist was a large sect, with an ancient cultural inheritance as the spiritual core of its fist techniques. The mainstream was the direction that the East Pole Gate Master, who came for the exchange, was good at. Training one's body to strengthen one's body, with training one's moves as support.
The reason why Hochman had brought him to the Holy Fist Palace was because he had already interacted with the East Pole Gate Master before this. His terrifying strength was actually able to stand up to him. After all, Hochman's current strength had already reached the terrifying peak of Upper Level.
A large part of this was due to Garon's continuous improvement. However, even with such strength, he still could not take down the East Pole Gate Master. One could only imagine how strong he was.
Looking at the pious East Pole Gate Master, Du Xinglong, behind him, Hochman sighed in his heart.
As expected, other than the Blood Breeds, there were still many hidden forces in this world. It was only because the Blood Breeds were too prosperous that these forces quietly hid.
Now that the Blood Breeds had suffered heavy losses due to the civil war, these forces could not help but be restless.
"We'll be there soon. My master has already set up a banquet in the palace to welcome our distinguished guests." Hochman said gently.
"Thank you." The East Pole Gate Master, Du Xinglong, nodded.
The group of five quickened their pace and rushed towards the pure white Holy Fist Palace at the top of the mountain.
The arched palace door there was already pushed open from both sides, ready to welcome them.
Hochman and one of his subordinates led the East Pole Gate Master and two of his disciples into the palace door. They walked into the white steeple hall that was more than a hundred meters tall and walked along the carpet-like stone aisle towards the innermost hall.
On both sides of the hall were exquisite walls that were sealed and carved with various patterns. It was strangely perfect with the rough and ancient exterior, as if there was some kind of rhythm hidden within.
A young man in white led them in from the left side of the innermost hall. They passed through a long corridor with tempered glass on the left side. Through the glass, they could see the vast and endless sea of clouds below. The scenery was mesmerizing.
The young man in white who led the way was an ordinary young man from all over the world who was training here. These people had learned about the existence of the Holy Fist Palace through the reputation of the World Martial Arts Competition. In addition, a large number of potential seedlings from all over the world were sent here. The exciting battles constantly refreshed everyone's common sense. There were martial arts that allowed one to dodge bullets, martial arts that allowed one to strengthen one's eyesight, martial arts that allowed one to train one's reflexes and intelligence. The exciting battles attracted a large number of young people who wanted to learn martial arts.
Of course, the main reason was the chain effect after the competition. Talents who practiced martial arts could rely on their strong five senses and terrifying skills to be competent in many types of jobs. They could even reach a level that far surpassed the average person. These trainings greatly affected the employment of the original martial arts practitioners.
This was especially true for the combat club that Hochman and Dahm belonged to. During their initial expansion, the terrifying effects of their martial arts had greatly shocked the United States military. They even invited the two of them to the military as instructors for special training. Although the results were not very obvious, it was an indirect test of their strength.
Naturally, this information quickly spread to all the major countries in the world. In just a few years, Hochman and Dahm had turned from ordinary young people who knew nothing about martial arts into super experts with terrifying martial arts, each of them ruling over a region.
After Hochman defeated fifteen special forces soldiers with firearms, the world's enthusiasm for martial arts suddenly increased.
This was Hochman and Dahm's plan. They wanted to become the world's holy land for martial arts and raise the Waterbird Fist to unprecedented heights.
And now, this plan was beginning to bear fruit.
When they lacked funds, they also received a huge sponsorship from the Rexott Group. Now, the Rexott Group had formed a partnership with the Holy Fist Palace.
The East Pole Gate Master followed the guide all the way. They passed through many circular stone doors and stone halls. There were maids who were there to help them change into clean clothes and take their original coats to be washed and dried.
The five of them came to a wide training hall. Inside, there were dozens of people who were divided into two groups and practicing their combat skills. Each of them was giving it their all without holding back.
The three people from the East Pole Gate watched with twitching eyelids.
The sound of fists and feet colliding with each other was endless. From time to time, medical staff would carry the injured away.
The dozens of trainees were all under the age of thirty. They were all wearing gray and black robes. Each of them had a focused expression. Their movements were very normal and were just some basic wrestling techniques. There was nothing special about them, but each of them seemed to have a lot of strength.
"This is the Holy Fist Palace's White Cloud Gate training hall." Hochman introduced.
"White Cloud Gate?" The East Pole Gate Master frowned slightly. "From what I know, when the Holy Fist Palace was established, they only had the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique and the Waterbird Fist. This White Cloud Gate is …?"
"The White Cloud Secret Technique is a new and powerful martial art hidden by my master. It's just that he didn't teach it before. This Secret Technique requires more time to practice, "Hochman said with a smile. He raised his hand and pointed at a row of seats at the top of the hall.
"That's where my master is. The people beside him are the chief disciples of the White Cloud Secret Technique."
The East Pole Gate Master looked at where Hochman was pointing and suddenly saw a handsome blonde man sitting on a white stone chair. His expression was calm and his body was terrifyingly strong.
They were more than a hundred meters apart, but his gaze seemed to be brushed by the other party. The man turned his head and a flash of lightning seemed to light up in his eyes.
The East Pole Gate Master, Du Xinglong, felt dizzy. His body trembled slightly and he almost lost his balance.
"Electricity in a room!!"
He was shocked.
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