I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 69 - 0 Drill Punch_1
Chapter 69: 069 Drill Punch_1
Chapter 69: 069 Drill Punch_1
“The specific time is half a month from now, starting with the county competition in North Flow Country. Every Secret Martial Art School can send ten disciples to participate, so in fact, there still needs to be an internal competition within the Secret Martial Art Schools. Of course, we don’t need to waste our time in participating, as the five places have already been reserved by the core disciples.”
Senior Brother Heige glanced at everyone and finally paused for a while on Casio: “This county-level exchange competition will bring together dozens of big and small Secret Martial Art Schools throughout North Flow Country. Some are small schools with only a few descendants, while others are even larger in scale than our Wind Elephant Gate.”
“The ones we should pay attention to are probably three Secret Martial Art Sects: Golden Rock Fist, Black Crane Stream, and Ringing Water Road. These are all top-tier third-rate Secret Martial Art Schools, on par with our Wind Elephant Gate. Their martial arts have significant power, and they have quite a few talented experts.” Heige moved towards the window, drawing back the curtains to let the sunlight shine in.
“Therefore, everyone must remember not to be careless. The people you will face are not inferior to you. Do not underestimate the enemy and lose to your competitors, as this also represents the face of the Wind Elephant Gate.”
“Understood.” The core disciples replied in unison.
Half an hour later, the four left the three-story building where Senior Brother Heige resided. The morning sunlight shone diagonally on their faces.
Casio walked on the far left, glancing at the somewhat excited and motivated Senior Brothers Moses and Lanxi. They seemed to be betting on the number of opponents they would defeat in the county competition. If Lanxi lost, he would have to call the originally junior brother Moses as “Senior Brother”. If Moses lost, he would have to respectfully call Lanxi as “Third Senior Brother” every time they met.
The stake seemed a bit unfair, but Lanxi found it quite fair. Moses never called him “Third Senior Brother” and instead replaced it with “Sissy”. This annoyed Lanxi so much that sometimes he gritted his teeth in private.
Now was the perfect opportunity to let Moses acknowledge the dignity of the Third Senior Brother! Lanxi chuckled inwardly.
Meanwhile, Moses, with tricks up his sleeve, smirked at Casio. He was certainly going to trick Lanxi this time!
Casio shook his head, glancing to his right.
Second Senior Sister Jadis, currently twenty-seven years old, is silent by nature and loves seclusion. Perhaps due to years of seclusion, Jadis’ skin is incredibly fair. She’s wearing a turquoise combat suit, well-proportioned with beautiful long legs.
Her looks are above average, with profound features of a mature woman style. She has neatly trimmed short black hair that flutters around her ears.
Maybe sensing that Casio was looking at her, Jadis looked back, her lake-blue eyes seemingly asking if there was something wrong.
Casio quickly shook his head.
He pulled back his gaze and sighed. He wasn’t the type who was good at socializing with the opposite sex. He could easily get along with his third and fourth senior brothers after a fight or two. But when faced with his second senior sister, there was always a layer of caution and reluctance.
Even if, in fact, he couldn’t beat his second senior sister…
Actually, Casio is quite satisfied with the current situation of the core disciples of the Wind Elephant Gate. They are all very friendly and not scheming against each other; having to pretend all the time would be unbearable.
He greatly enjoyed the current atmosphere.
All of their attention was focused on martial arts, feeling the sense of fulfillment brought by each progress. Instead of wasting their precious time in pointless internal consumption and forming cliques.
“First, let’s have breakfast, then go to the training room…”
Casio’s figure gradually disappeared on the cobblestone road.
Ten days later, in the afternoon, approaching dusk.
The twilight sky was like a canvas, painted with red and yellow, turning it into a mysterious palace filled with all kinds of gorgeous and mysterious colors. The red sun shone into the training room, a shirtless youth was punching in the air, each punch resonating with sharp screams.
Casio was panting heavily, his sweat slid down his bronze-colored body and soaked into his tight training pants. The weather had become hotter lately.
“Shoosh!”
A fist as large as a sandbag abruptly stopped in mid-air.
“Alright, time’s up. We’ll train to here for today and continue tomorrow.” Lixia looked at Casio and stood up.
“Teacher, you go ahead and eat. I feel like I’m making good progress today and want to train a bit longer,” said Casio, turning around.
“Fine, the key is left on the table. Remember to lock the door when you leave,” Lixia put down a brass key and left.
Hearing the door creak shut, Casio took a deep breath. He glanced at the right upper corner where his hands were slowly opening.
Then he resumed his previous state, continually throwing practice punches.
“Azure Wind Flow: Level 1 99.9% (2 levels in total)”
With his deepening practice in Azure Wind Flow, Casio felt that he had a knack for it. The progress he had made in just seven or eight months was proof enough.
Only 0.1% percent was left, he planned to complete it in one go, so he won’t be having dinner tonight.
Until around 11:00 at night, it was quite dim inside the training room, but there was still a soft moonlight near the window. Under the moonlight, Casio was standing with his hands clasped in front of his chest.
“Azure Wind Flow: Level 1 100.0% (2 levels in total)”
The text lightly jumped, and the numbers blurred and changed.
“Azure Wind Flow: Level 2 0.1% (2 levels in total)”
He opened his eyes, looking down at his calloused palms. Suddenly, as if a layer of liquid had soaked from every corner of his palm. A whirl of air like quicksand enveloped Casio’s palm, rapidly moving in every direction.
“What a curious sensation…” Casio noticed he could manipulate the flow of air, making it appear and disappear, like an instinct.
“Let’s test the power.”
He looked up at the wooden stake in the corner.
He walked over briskly without any hesitation and landed a slap. As his palm made contact with the wood, a layer of wind about one centimeter thick between the two was rapidly moving and rubbing in all directions. Casio’s palm was instantly enveloped by a large cluster of wood shavings.
When he let go, there was a deep palm print on the wooden stake, penetrated about five or six centimeters in.
“I didn’t use my full strength. Let’s try with full strength.”
Casio took a deep breath, contracting his palm into a fist. The muscles on his arm tightened and bounced, releasing the power in an instant.
The fist swooshed, cutting through the air and slammed into the wooden stake.
“Drill Punch?!”
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Amidst the flying wood shavings, Casio withdrew his fist. In the center of the wooden stake, about as thick as half a person, a dark hole plunged deep, almost piercing the stake. It was the effect of his full-strength burst, his fist managed to bore through the tough wood like a drill.
“This power is much greater than I imagined…”
