Raffaele's body stiffened and her face flushed red. Her eyes flashed with discomfort but it quickly turned into determination.
"I got it."
She replied softly and broke free from Garon's embrace. She pushed the door open and left.
She closed the stone door behind her.
Raffaele was led to her room by someone.
Behind the girl who led the way, she lowered her head with a heavy heart.
"For the mission of the Witch King's mother … Lion Mother … Please help me complete my mission …" Her mind was filled with complicated thoughts.
Her consciousness followed her own control and fell into a semi-confused state. She only knew to follow the girl instinctively.
In this state, a voice suddenly rang in her mind.
"Hong Ji, you did well. You didn't make Garon suspicious."
"Witch King's mother!?" Raffaele was surprised and shouted in her mind.
"Don't worry. Although that person is very strong, he is not an invincible Death Apostle. As long as he is not a Death Apostle, there will be flaws. You need to wait for the right time. Be patient … Be patient …" The voice slowly disappeared.
Raffaele knew that Lion Mother had left. She suddenly woke up from her disappointment. She was one of the 45 daughters of the Witch King's Lion Mother. She was chosen to be a key member of this plan.
Thinking of her mission, Hong Ji became even more determined.
Thinking that she might have to harm a few innocent people, she couldn't bear to do it. However, she immediately suppressed it.
"The Holy Fist Palace is the source of all chaos and the Holy Fist Garon is the root of the Holy Fist Palace. This is to restore the order of the world … Everything I do is for the sake of order …"
Thinking of this, a holy light appeared in her eyes again.
"Now, let's observe the internal situation of the Holy Fist Palace. It's best to understand the division of forces. Then, I'll go down the mountain … "She quickly came up with a plan.
*****
In the stone hall.
Garon stood beside a stone fountain in the middle with a calm expression. A Blood Breed in black stood beside him and reported the situation in a low voice.
"… We've searched all the relevant areas. We've searched every possible place. Until now, we still haven't found any news of Marshal Dahm." The Blood Breed man was masked so his face couldn't be seen.
"Are you sure the Intelligence Department has been missing since three days ago? Where's Caesar? "Garon frowned.
"Lord Caesar didn't come back earlier because he had to arrange for the clean-up work. He only arranged for his secret men to escort Marshal Dahm. However, he didn't expect that he would be attacked midway and all of his men went missing. Looking at the traces left behind at the scene, it seems like the Blood Breeds took action. However, we still couldn't find the whereabouts of the Marshal even after using all means. I'm extremely sorry! "The Blood Clan man lowered his head.
"Dahm …" Garon pondered indifferently. "He should have a mask in his hands. The possibility of the Blood Breeds taking action is indeed very high."
"That is indeed the case. The key is that our network can only cover the United States. The other regions are still dominated by the Blood Breeds. This is why we can't conduct a large-scale search."
"You may leave first." Garon nodded.
The vampire respectfully retreated from the stone hall, leaving Garon alone.
'The Blood Breeds are very arrogant …' Black Sethe's voice rang out.
"He's not from the Blood Clan," Garon said calmly.
'Oh? How do you know? If he's not from the Blood Clan, who would dare to ambush an expert of Dahm's level? 'Black Sethe did not understand how Garon came to such a conclusion.
"Naturally, I have my ways. But I can be sure that he's not from the Blood Clan. " Garon walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass and looked at the vast sea of white clouds. His gaze seemed to penetrate the infinite distance and looked towards an unknown direction.
*****
In a hidden valley somewhere in the United States.
Huff …
Huff …
Huff …
The heavy panting of a wild beast sounded like the intense breathing of a ferocious beast that was extremely exhausted.
Dahm leaned against a small green ravine in the valley. He tried his best to cover himself with large pieces of broken branches and leaves. Then, he slowly stretched his limbs and body.
Both of his eyes were bloodshot. He looked extremely haggard, as if he had not rested for a long time.
In the green forest around him, the occasional small movement would make him turn his head abruptly. His nerves would become abnormally tense.
He really did not have the chance to rest.
Ever since he got the mask, he was ambushed on the way back. The people who were escorting him were all killed. He was the only one who used all his strength to fight back and then quickly escaped. The other party also started to chase after him. As they chased and fled, he could feel that the other party clearly had the speed to catch up to him. But once he ran towards a place with more people, the other party would suddenly catch up. After a fierce battle, he could only escape towards more and more remote places.
This was forcing him into a no man's land!
Both of Dahm's feet were stuck in the grass and mud in the ravine. His body was covered in grass and small insects. There were also too many scratches on his clothes. He was extremely haggard. There was no trace of his original demeanor as a Marshal.
After being chased for three days and three nights, he did not even get a good night's rest. Under the high tension, his nerves had long become like a bird that was startled by the twang of a bow. His body was getting weaker and weaker. He had already activated the first star and used the Waterbird Fist's ultimate profound skill, Flight of the Evil Phoenix, which he could not control. This caused his body to be severely overdrawn. Now that he had not rested for so long, his body was even more severely overdrawn.
"Am I going to die here?!" Dahm's eyes revealed a trace of unwillingness.
At this moment, clear footsteps faintly came from the forest. The footsteps were very slow at first. Then, they paused as if they had sensed his presence. Suddenly, they sped up and quickly approached him.
"I can't run anymore!" A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Dahm's eyes. "If I continue to run, I might not even have the chance to fight back!"
He tried his best to relax his body, allowing his body, which had not rested for a long time, to accumulate as much energy as possible. He quietly waited for the other party's pursuer to quickly approach him.
500 meters … 400 meters … 300 meters … 100 meters …
"Whoosh!"
The branches and leaves were pushed aside. A familiar figure appeared in front of Dahm.
"Hochman!!" Dahm suddenly shouted. "Sure enough … It's really you!!!" He gritted his teeth. His body, which had just relaxed, suddenly tensed up. A trace of deep hatred appeared in his eyes.
Hochman's expression was calm. He was wearing a black suit that he had just changed into. He wore a pair of shiny black leather shoes. He looked like an ordinary successful person who was planning to attend a banquet. However, in this valley forest, this attire seemed very strange.
He looked indifferently at the battered and exhausted Dahm.
"How pitiful. You actually ended up like this. Dahm, you've really embarrassed your teacher. "
"I knew it was you …!!!" Dahm was so angry that his whole body was trembling. Along the way, every time he wanted to rest, he would be chased by his opponent. Every time he wanted to stop, his opponent would immediately approach and not let him rest. He always did not know who could accurately grasp his whereabouts. But now, it seemed that only Hochman could use the connection between the auras of their Soul Primers to locate each other.
He, Dahm, was currently extremely weak and could not do this. But Hochman had plenty of ways.
The two of them, one Yin and one Yang, practiced the Waterbird Fist. The combination of the Yin Extreme Waterbird Fist and the Yang Extreme Waterbird Fist was the true Two-Faced Waterbird Fist. It was different from the other disciples. The way the two of them practiced the Waterbird Fist was the most extreme and also the most powerful training route.
Garon had once given the two of them advice. Although their strength fist techniques were strong, there were naturally gains and losses. At the same time, they had to pay an unimaginable price. That was, only one person could survive between the Yin Extreme Fist Technique and the Yang Extreme Fist Technique. Only the person who survived could continue to fuse the fist techniques and push it to the peak of the Great Accomplishment.
As for the power of the Great Accomplishment, even Garon himself did not know. Because this route was only a theoretically feasible route that he had deduced himself. As for the true power, even he, the person who improved the Waterbird Fist, did not know.
"This is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity … Don't you think so, Dahm?" Hochman adjusted his glasses and slowly walked towards Dahm. "The Great Accomplishment of the Waterbird Fist. This is our ultimate goal and pursuit."
"You won't succeed …" Dahm said fiercely.
"Who knows?" Hochman spread out his hands and smiled. "Actually, I've always been grateful to Master. He was the one who gave us this opportunity to improve. He's right. The greater the achievement, the greater the sacrifice. So, look at Quentin and Xander. They're still at the Middle Level. They can't even reach the Upper Level. They can only struggle bitterly against an Upper Level Blood Breed. Why? "
He paused and his smile deepened.
"That's because they haven't paid enough for their martial arts!"
Dahm could only grit his teeth.
Hochman looked at him calmly.
"Our Holy Fist Palace's Waterbird Fist is called the Holy Path of Fist Techniques. In reality, others may not know, but how could we not know? The so-called Holy Path is the Devil Path. Don't we practice the Devil Path? Otherwise, how could we improve so quickly? "
"The Devil Path emphasizes the survival of the fittest and the survival of the fittest. Dahm … "His eyes suddenly turned sharp. "I'm stronger than you, so you're destined to be my stepping stone … This is the arrangement of fate."
"If you kill me, you won't have an easy time either! And you don't want the mask anymore?! "Dahm knew that he couldn't escape. His eyes lit up with the last glimmer of hope.
"I'll kill you to achieve the Holy Path. As for the mask, it'll naturally be snatched away by the Blood Breeds or destroyed." Hochman smiled slightly. There was a muffled boom under his feet and his entire body shot towards Dahm like a rocket. His arm suddenly swelled up and became thicker and darker. It was as if his entire arm was wrapped with countless veins.
The ferocious airflow was also driven by this punch. It was as if all the air was sucked in by his fist.
The forest was even affected by the rapid airflow until it turned slightly black.
"Go in peace! I'll take good care of your family! "
Boom!!!
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