I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 83 - 0 Piercing Black Crane Stream (Seeking to Continue
Chapter 83: 083 Piercing Black Crane Stream (Seeking to Continue Reading)_1
Chapter 83: 083 Piercing Black Crane Stream (Seeking to Continue Reading)_1
On the arena, Casio’s gaze met Lixia’s. Only after a moment did he turn back, looking at his next opponent.
There were only two martial artists in the Black Crane Stream, one was just defeated by Casio, and the other was Mendi, their trump card. Hence, all the opponents he faced now were just normal disciples.
This was no different from a wolf among sheep. Despite Casio’s considerable energy consumption, he easily took down two opponents.
He could have continued fighting, but considering that Moses was the second to enter the field on behalf of Wind Elephant Gate, he figured he’d better leave one for him, or else he’d likely be scolded again.
That’s why Casio simply raised his hand to signal his concession after defeating the third opponent and walked off the stage after the referee announced.
“Little junior brother, you finally stepped down. At least left two for your senior brother.” Moses said as he took off his coat and tossed it onto his seat.
“Keep boasting. As if I left two for you. Think you can beat Mendi? Wear him down a bit and watch me do my thing,” Lanxi said, crossing his arms and taunting from the side.
“Hmph.” Moses coldly snorted, walking onto the stage.
In the rest area, Casio walked over and sat next to his master, Lixia. He asked, “Why are you here, master?”
“Why can’t I come?” Lixia gave him a sidelong glance.
“The Gate is planning to take some elite disciples to East Sea County to experience the world and broaden their horizons. They need martial artists to accompany them, so I thought it’s better to get moving than to die within the Wind Elephant Gate.”
“It’s also a good opportunity to see my good disciple show his prowess.”
Lixia playfully patted Casio’s shoulder, her tone as light as ever as if the word “die” was already destiny for her and held no particular meaning. Casio opened his mouth to speak but found himself at a loss for words. After quite some time he finally said, “Master, you’ve lost weight…”
“You’re not good at comforting others, stop with these cheesy words. As long as I can see your secret martial arts improving, I’m very happy. Actual results in front of me are much more convincing than sweet talk.”
For the first time, Lixia reached out and ruffled Casio’s hair.
Casio made no effort to avoid it.
“What you did just now was good, mastering the Wind Elephant secret arts should be done in actual combat. One of the best ways to perfect this imperfect skill is to improve it through repeated actual combat. When I created the Wind Elephant secret arts, my original intention wasn’t to use it as a hidden card, but as a regular method. But it’s not perfected yet and consumes too much energy.”
There was obvious regret in Lixia’s tone. She was originally a genius with extremely high comprehension and bone talents, but her talent was cut short, her foundations damaged, and she had no ability to perfect the last three stages of the Wind Elephant secret arts.
That’s why Lixia took Casio as a disciple, treating Casio as family, even giving him the Hundred Medicine Body Refining Ointment to take. Once a teacher, always a parent, and this was not a joke.
Especially when that teacher is suffering from a terminal disease and has an unfulfilled martial arts dream. The only person she could count on was her disciple, and fortunately, Casio gave her hope.
“Enough chit chat, let’s watch the match.”
Lixia and Casio turned their attention back to the arena.
As expected, there was no suspense. It was like Moses was playing with the Black Crane Stream’s core disciples, like a father scolding his child, with one flick of his large hand he easily crushed his opponent. A martial artist at the human limit was toyed with by Moses.
This obvious gap in power made the crowd understand that the Wind Elephant Gate’s fourth core, Moses, has also broken through the human limit! There were four martial artists in the Wind Elephant Gate!
This was too outrageous; it was the level of a second-tier school.
Suddenly, discussion broke out in the whole match venue. All kinds of gazes swept over to where the Wind Elephant Gate was resting—surprise, envy, fear, and hatred.
On the stage, the youth who had been toyed with stumbled down. Mendi quickly marched onto the stage, his complexion ashen.
His slightly pale face held a sullen air, his eyes were fixed on Moses, while he took off his gloves he said,
“I will show you that there are differences even among martial artists!”
Immediately, a pair of arms wrapped in white bandages were exposed to the air, the intense presence instantly locking onto Moses.
Moses, however, seemed quite at ease, blowing a whistle, and with a dismissive hook of his right hand, indicated he didn’t care if Mendi had the guts to come at him.
He did this not out of true contempt, but to incite Mendi’s anger. Moses knew he hadn’t been a martial artist for long and was likely no match for Mendi. But as a severe and resilient adversary at the same level, he could drain the other’s strength and then let Sissy deal with him.
Moses looked like a simple-minded bear on the outside, but was quite cunning on the inside.
As expected, he showed this in the following fight. He tangled with Mendi with his strong physique, yet he wasn’t mindlessly aggressive. Finally, when both were somewhat out of breath, Moses calmly raised his hand to concede defeat.
The top half of his body was already naked due to his clothes being torn during the fight. He walked off the stage, his robust body covered with scratches that were bleeding. But he didn’t seem to be in much pain, in fact, he seemed to be quite enjoying it. The golden sunlight shone on Moses’ upper body, making him look like a sculpture of muscles and strength.
Back in the rest area, Moses raised an eyebrow at Lanxi.
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“It’s your turn now. Having worn Mendi down to this state, you better not still have trouble dealing with him,” he flexed the muscles of his right arm.
“Rest assured, leave it to me to deal with him. There’s no need to bother our second senior sister.” Lanxi rose with elegance after taking a sip of black tea from the white porcelain cup, leaving Moses as she walked past. As she went past, she poked the wound with her fingertip.
“Hey!” Moses winced and turned his head feeling the pain.
“Hmph, I’m not going to argue with a woman.”
He shook his head, crossed his arms and sat down.
Five minutes later, all the secret martial art personnel were silently watching the stage, eerily quiet. Even those watching the common disciples’ matches on the other side turned their heads this way.
Under the sunlight, Lanxi, panting hard, raised his right hand.
“Victory goes to, Wind Elephant Gate, Lanxi!”
The referee on the side jumped onto the stage and shouted loudly.
A team of medical personnel dressed in white uniforms rushed up with stretchers, carrying off the unconscious Mendi.
The rapid influx of blood wasn’t without side effects; intense fatigue would inevitably follow the wear-off of that momentous power. If Mendi had to fight both at the same time, maybe he could burst with energy in a brief moment to defeat both Lanxi and Moses.
But in this tug of war, first fighting Moses then Lanxi,
One is thick-skinned, the other agile, it was simply life-threatening and the energy expended was not small at all. Therefore, in the end, Mendi still lost, beaten by the third one.
Wind Elephant Gate: Black Crane Stream.
5:2.
