Chapter 349 The Golem Sect Master Admires Me! (4000)

On September 26, the weather was clear and cloudless.

The four-year Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament officially began.

On this day, Mia City was full of welcome banners, and the citizens were also discussing this martial arts exchange tournament. Although they didn't know the details, they knew that this tournament was going to be a big event. Mia City was proud of being the host.

On the city streets, police officers in blue and black uniforms could be seen patrolling on the avenues or leaning against police cars to maintain order at fixed locations. These were all actions taken by the Mia City Government in cooperation with the Evil Eye Fist.

As a local tyrant, the Evil Eye Fist had a strong network of contacts.

Even the gangs had to give them a face, and several leaders promised not to cause trouble during the martial arts exchange tournament. This time, the Evil Eye Fist was very detailed and well-arranged.

In Mia City, downtown, an area around the Black Tong Building was cordoned off, with only one avenue exposed.

The road was decorated with lights and there were young girls wearing Evil Eye Fist uniforms lining up on both sides to welcome them. The selected disciples were all good-looking and outstanding. Their role was nothing more than to let the participating schools in each county feel the enthusiasm of Evil Eye Fist.

It was actually no different from the nature of cheerleading.

"Interesting, this show is almost comparable to the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition held by the last Xinghuan Fist. Evil Eye Fist is determined to make a name for itself this time, and it must have spent a lot of money."

"It's quite lively, with the atmosphere of a formal competition..."

"I wonder if we can get a good ranking this time."

There were whispers in the crowd, and secret martial arts schools from all over the world walked towards the Black Eye Building under the leadership of their elders. They all wore fighting clothes representing the characteristics of their own schools in a uniform, which was quite impressive.

Nearby, a balcony of a high-rise building around the cordon.

A middle-aged man in a senior police officer's uniform looked over there and kept praising the show of Evil Eye Fist.

"The Evil Eye Fist is really willing to spend money. They directly transformed their own Black Eye Building in the city center into a fighting arena. Even if they can modify it back after the exchange competition, it will cause considerable losses. The renovation cost alone is probably millions of federal coins..."

"Not to mention the entire Golden Leaf Hall that was booked, the banners throughout Mia City, and the re-cleaning and renovation of the city's main roads. This is at least tens of millions of federal coins..."

The man shook his head, sighing at the strong financial resources of the Evil Eye Fist, but in his heart he was more impressed by the strong connections of the Evil Eye Fist. As the deputy director of the Mia City Police Department, he naturally understood that the Evil Eye Fist, as a local snake, had a complex expansion of power.

It even had the power to influence the city government and let the city police department cooperate with the Evil Eye Fist to hold the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition smoothly.

After half a century of development, the Evil Eye Fist has long become a giant in Windsor County. I really don't know what other power can defy the will of the Evil Eye Fist in Windsor County.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the stairs behind him.

A police officer ran up in a hurry.

"Captain Marco, the special operations team of the police station has suddenly been dispatched and has begun to take over our police officers stationed around the cordon." He was obviously running all the way here and was a little out of breath.

"Special operations team? Isn't that a special case..." The middle-aged man paused and said to himself: "Who ordered the special operations team to come? Theoretically, the entire police station only has..."

"It's me."

A voice came from behind the panting police officer.

It was a deep and rich baritone.

A tall man with gold-rimmed glasses walked over. He was wearing a more advanced uniform than Mark.

"Captain Reuben!" The police officer turned his head and shouted immediately.

The man in front of him was the director of the Mia City Police Department.

Deputy Chief Marco's boss.

"Marco, I will take over a series of affairs here, and the special operations team will cooperate appropriately. From now on, you two will stay with me." Chief Reuben glanced over.

"Then...what about the Evil Eye Fist?"

Marco felt something was wrong. The sudden change and the appearance of the special operations team seemed to indicate something.

"Evil Eye Fist?" Director Reuben smiled and said, "We don't need to worry about them. We just need to do our own thing. Starting from this morning, until the end of the exchange competition. No matter what happens in the Black Eye Building of the Evil Eye Fist, you all stay firmly around the cordon and don't worry about it."

"Then..." Marco seemed to want to say something.

But Reuben raised his hand to interrupt him: "What we have to do is to appear at the right place at the right time to clean up the mess..."

"Do you understand?"

Marco looked at Director Reuben's serious and majestic gaze, nodded silently, and replied: "I understand..."

These were just some small episodes on the day of the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition. More undercurrents have gathered from all directions. It seems that an invisible net has been woven, just waiting for the moths to fly around and catch all the prey at once.

The first day of the competition, the Black Eye Building, the lobby.

The first, second and third floors have undergone extensive renovations. The floors were directly penetrated to form a continuous ring design.

Even on the second and third floors, you can overlook the ring in the center of the first floor hall, and it may even be clearer.

On the first floor of the entire building, there are four circular arenas, which are similar to boxing arenas, but different. The diameter of the ring specially made by Evil Eye Fist for the Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Competition is larger and the material is harder. The surface is covered with a layer of special rubber, and underneath the rubber is hard concrete, with steel underneath the concrete.

The protective net around the ring is also very particular. It is made of steel wire alloy, with iron pillars as thick as ordinary people's thighs used as stakes.

Because this is not a normal competition, but an event in the secret martial arts world! Compared to the average person, the average boxer. Any contestant here can be called a monster, and even boxing masters who exceed the limits of the human body are not uncommon.

As soon as the blood is accelerated, the speed of strength increases sharply, coupled with the explosive special secret technique. It is not impossible to split concrete with one kick and punch a crooked iron pillar with one punch. But it's quite possible.

It can be said that the sturdiness and protection level of these four rings are more than ten times that of normal boxing rings. Even so, after fighting all day, I'm afraid the arena will have to be repaired overnight.

In addition to the arena, the surrounding circle is filled with seats for various schools to watch the battle. The layout of the seats this time is similar to the layout of yesterday's opening ceremony, which is similar to the seating style of a coffee shop.

There are yellow wooden boards around it as a shield, creating a semi-secret space. Basically, a genre exists in a space. The seats in the space are U-shaped, like a relaxing sofa area for conferring with guests. In the middle of the U-shape is a table, where fruit snacks and tea can be placed.

The wooden baffle is not too high, and when you sit down, you can see other disciples from above their shoulders. The distance from the arena is just right, probably within five to fifteen meters.

There is a big difference between the eyesight of a secret warrior and watching a battle from close range.

Aisles are also left between each area to facilitate service personnel to pass through. It can be said that Xieyan Fist is really thoughtful.

Arena No. 1, where Yun Dog Fist is stationed, is very quiet.

The game hadn't officially started yet. When I glanced over, I saw densely packed heads of people all around. Most of them are disciples and core disciples of various sects, so most of them have young faces.

Most of them are participating in martial arts exchange competitions for the first time. Young people are impatient and can't hold back. So there were a lot of chatter and discussions, and the entire first floor was as lively as a vegetable market.

There is only this side of Yun Dog Fist.

The dozen or so disciples remained silent, even the instructors were somewhat taciturn. In the middle, a black-haired young man was smoking a cigarette, puffing away smoke, with an expressionless face. He was in a bad mood, or it could be said to be very bad. So much so that the powerful aura on his body was released, affecting the surroundings.

"Simone, what's wrong with you? I came back from the club this morning in a bad mood. The martial arts exchange competition is about to start. Adjust your mentality. And take back your breath, I scared you. My junior brothers and sisters..."

An old man with gray hair came from where the elders of various sects were sitting on the second floor. Apparently he noticed the unusual atmosphere at the Cloud Dog Fist station, and it seemed that something was wrong with Simeone.

"I know, Uncle Faith..."

Simone took a deep breath of smoke, then crushed the still burning cigarette bit by bit into the metal ashtray.

"You should pay attention to yourself..."

The old man opened his mouth, wanting to drag Simone out to have a heart-to-heart talk. But the martial arts exchange is about to begin, and now is not the time. Simeone's mood was unstable, probably because he couldn't break through the fighter incident, and he didn't know what stimulated him in the morning. I'll ask again when I go to dinner tonight.

He turned around and left, returning to the second floor where he was watching the game.

In place, Simone's eyelids were drooped, with a gloomy look in his pupils. If you want to successfully break through to the realm of a fighter with the help of the Golem Sect, the price you have to pay is indeed not easy. Shota, who had the strength of a fighter, came to him in the morning and explained part of the plan and the role he should play. A person who openly betrayed his master in public. Simone didn't care much about his reputation, but he didn't want his betrayal to his master to be shown in such a violent way. He preferred to treat it as coldly as if he disappeared.

Even though Yamos promised that Simone could get Kaxiu's life vibration energy reward again, he was not very willing.

But, again, the situation forced it.

Simeone has to do it even if he doesn’t want to do it.

At that time, he even thought that it would be better if he joined the original sect organization. However, Yamos seemed to have seen through Simeone's thoughts and directly pointed out the so-called methodological flaws of the organization. Simeone talked with the beholder, and the way the Gate organization helped him was to obtain a fragment of the Gate, and then let Simeone try to break through. After breaking through, the fighter instantly performs a door-opening ceremony, opening the door to the body, and collapses after coming out.

According to Yamos, this method treats the symptoms but not the root cause.

You can indeed endure physical collapse like this, but the fact of scoliosis will not change, and the pain caused by every explosive battle will still exist. The harder you fight with all your strength, the faster your body will collapse, and you'll end up making the same mistakes again. Unless the ceremony to open the door to the body continues.

However, the correct time for the door fragment is not fixed, sometimes it is longer and sometimes it is shorter. What if the time interval is too long? Then you'll just have to wait for your body to collapse again. The so-called solution by the sect organization is just to strengthen your body and then carry it through. As time goes by, sooner or later there will come a day when I can no longer hold on.

Even the side effects such as back pain and inability to use full strength frequently still exist. The Golem Gate's method is completely different. They solve the problem from the root and perform an operation. A bloody operation to straighten the spine bit by bit.

The surgeon is Kashu, assisted by a large group of top doctors. The time is a few hours if you are lucky, and a few days if you are unlucky. The number of times is one or two if you are lucky, and hundreds of times if you are unlucky. However, you don't need to worry about whether you will die. As long as you have half a breath, Kashu can save you. The whole process is anesthetized, and there is no postoperative recovery period. When you wake up, you will see a healthy body.

Simone believed it and accepted the order. But this does not mean that he is willing, and it does not mean that he will not be angry.

"I should have thought of it earlier. When we first met in Saka Park, I knew that this arrogant boy was not a good person!"

"The master agreed to this plan, probably because he was bewitched by him. Otherwise, with the master's appreciation of me, it is impossible for me to do such an embarrassing thing that makes people feel embarrassed and damage my reputation!" Simone remembered the scene in his mind where Kaxiu stretched out his hand to him under the moonlight and invited him to become his subordinate.

He was generous and straightforward. The master definitely admired him!

His thoughts turned and he remembered the ugly face of Amos wearing glasses this morning. Who was he looking at with the reflection of the glasses? Did he want to cover up those two cunning eyes?

If the gap between his strength and Amos was not too big, Simone would have turned against him long ago. Not to mention fighting, at least he would have said a few words.

Dinglingling, dinglingling...

The crisp sound of the electric bell echoed in the lobby on the first floor.

Suddenly, the noisy venue became quiet.

Obviously, it was nine o'clock and it was time to start.

Four referees appeared on the four stages. They looked around and took out a list of events in their hands.

On the stage No. 1, the referee with a goatee said in a loud voice: "The Eastern Martial Arts Exchange Tournament has officially begun. The first match on the stage No. 1 is between Cloud Dog Fist and Crescent Moon Boxing Gym."

"It will be a round-robin match until all the teams fall down."

"The players off the field have one minute to prepare, and the ring will gather in one minute." The referee with a goatee stood in a corner of the ring again.

"It's finally started! The first match is mine." Among the disciples of Cloud Dog Fist, a boy with a somewhat immature face looked excited. He took a deep breath and was about to stand up.

A strong hand suddenly pushed him back.

"Otto, your senior brother, I'm in a bad mood today and need to vent. Leave all the people in the Crescent Moon Boxing Gym to me..."

The boy looked up and saw Simone's deep and inexplicably ferocious face. He pulled off his coat, revealing the pure white fighting suit inside. He walked towards the No. 1 ring step by step, leaving only his back.

I had some troubles at home today, so I was not in a good mood and felt tired...