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Chapter 68: 068 Inter-school competition begins (Thanks to summer without sleeping on cool mat for a reward of 5000 points)_1

Chapter 68: 068 Inter-school competition begins (Thanks to summer without sleeping on cool mat for a reward of 5000 points)_1

“Because even I don’t know how much you have progressed, or how long it will take until the moment you master the Azure Wind Aura…”

Lixia said with heartfelt emphasis.

While diligence and persistence relate to one’s inherent character, the more essential aspect is the positive feedback one gets during the process. You exercise, you become stronger. You study, you become knowledgeable. These are all forms of positive reinforcement.

But the Azure Wind Aura does not provide such feedback, and the only person who has mastered it is Lixia. It’s not like the Wind Elephant Fist, where one can gauge their own progress by observing fellow disciples of the same level. Without feedback, there is only loneliness and boredom. It’s tough.

Maybe a year, three years, or ten years?

Can Casio persist for that long? Probably not.

Lixia asked herself, if it was her. She wouldn’t be able to.

“Don’t worry, Master. The one thing I can do is be patient.” Casio promised, staring at the upper right corner.

“Azure Wind Aura: First Level 59% (two levels in total)”

No matter what secret martial art it is, what type of skill it is. As long as there is a progress bar, Casio will keep grinding till the ends of the earth.

After all, when he retrospects, time in the real world stands still. Theoretically, Casio could push all secret martial arts to their limits by accumulating and grinding over a large amount of time.

Regardless of natural comprehension or core bone, his willpower is unparalleled. The moment he opens his eyes every morning is a positive reinforcement!

“Good!” Lixia appreciated and nodded, she had witnessed over the past six months, how Casio was indeed very tolerant.

“The Azure Wind Aura consists of five levels in my mind. But right now, only two levels are completed. For the remaining three, I will rely on your future self,” Lixia sighed, and then her expression turned serious.

She meticulously began to teach Casio all the unique key points of the Azure Wind Aura. Sometimes, she even demonstrated it herself, using the Wooden Stake as the testing object.

By the time the whole afternoon passed, the tragic state of the Wooden Stake didn’t need further elaboration—starting from noon, first its head was planed flat, then its hands followed, then the torso, until finally, even the support column was gone.

In the entire training room, a large area was covered with yellow wood chips. Lixia was like an automated lumbering robot.

“Alright, that’s it for today. Go back and familiarize yourself more. Cough, cough.” Lixia stood up and glanced outside.

The sky was already dimly lit, and the white clouds seemed to be on fire.

She picked up the cup of water next to her and walked out.

At that moment, Casio also stood up, heading towards the door.

As he pushed the door open, a familiar figure was standing outside.

Blond hair, blue eyes, holding a broom and mop – it was Damo, his second junior brother.

“Senior brother, it’s my turn on duty today!” Damo laughed cheerfully, the reddish light cast on half of his face. If one didn’t know him, at first sight, they’d see him as a bright and sunny young man.

“Hmm.” Casio looked at him somewhat peculiarly.

When did Damo become so enthusiastic? Has he developed Stockholm Syndrome from being beaten by him these past six months?

Despite the peculiarity, he was hungry. So, Casio left along the path and headed towards the cafeteria to fill his stomach.

Standing still, Damo maintained his standard smile.

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He certainly did not have Stockholm Syndrome. It was due to some other reasons. The news that Li Wei had become the fifth core disciple after the banquet of the core disciples more than half a month ago could no longer be concealed and gradually began to spread.

What does the concept of a core disciple mean?

As long as one does not die early, they will definitely become an Elder!

No matter how Li Wei became a core disciple, no matter how Li Wei disciplined him with his fists before. Core is still core. Everyone must call him senior brother! Wouldn’t Damo take the opportunity to lick some boots? He and Li Wei at least share the same Master!

Whoever is near the water tower gets the moon first. The sewage must not flow into other people’s fields.

All those little past misunderstandings and disputes meant nothing to Damo; he clearly saw them as his senior brother’s tests.

It was because his senior brother respected him and considered him worthy of being a sparring partner.

Others would want to be sparring partners but couldn’t even get the chance!

Damo chuckled smugly, murmuring to himself,”I need to find a time to let senior brother Li Wei beat me again.”

The training room door creaked open.

Damo walked in, taking a look at the floor.

The smile on his face suddenly froze.

Did this room turn into a sawmill?!

When the hell will this cleaning end?

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Two days have passed, it’s the 28th of January.

Early this morning, Casio knocked on the door of the temporary headquarters where his senior brother Moses was staying. Footsteps followed.

A muscular giant opened the door.

The two of them exchanged glances and entered the room.

“How are things?”

On the sofa in the upstairs hall, Moses took out some tea pots and some tea leaves, poured in hot water, and made two cups of steaming black tea.

Casio leaned against the edge of the balcony and living room, the sunlight falling on half his body, it was a warm feeling.

“Shall we give it a try?”

Casio, with a smile on his face, glanced at Moses and said.

“Let’s give it a try then… All out?” Moses responded with a faint smile.

“All out.”

“Alright, then bring it on!”

“Come!”

Just as the words fell, there was a loud bang in the living room!

It was like a muffled thunder exploding! The air waves dispelled in layers. The gray newspaper on the shoe rack got rolled by the tumbling air, falling downstairs.

On the coffee table, more than half of the black tea in the mug was spilled.

Moses took three steps back in surprise and looked at his slightly numb fist in disbelief, “This power, this speed… A fistsylist!”

“That’s right.” Casio squeezed his palm, in affirmation.

“When did you break through?”

“Two days ago.”

Casio reached into his bosom and suddenly tossed over a black bottle. Moses, with sharp eyes and quick hands, caught it in mid-air.

“Fire Oil, I used half of it, there is still half left.” Casio turned his head. “Senior brother, you won’t disappoint me, will you?”

“Don’t worry! This is my third attempt to break the fistsylist’s realm. I was already fairly confident. Now that I have your Fire Oil, it is almost for certain!” Moses chuckled heartily, “Hahaha, just thinking of breakthrough the fistsylist’s realm before that sissy gets me excited.”

“I really want to see his astonished face, haha…”

Casio’s expression was a bit strange, as Moses and third senior brother Lanxi seemed to really enjoy pestering each other, always trying to one-up the other.

No wonder Moses was so happy now.

“Thank you, junior brother! I’m going into seclusion now.” Moses gave Casio a bear hug, then looked at the black bottle in his hand with eager eyes, the look in his eyes was even hotter than when seeing a beautiful woman.

An the first of February, Moses emerged from seclusion.

He had a good and hearty fight with Casio, it was enormously satisfying.

Just as he said, it was almost for certain, he had succeeded!

Moses and Casio conspired on this day to keep their breakthrough a secret for the time being. They would show their full strength when the Eastern Exchange Competition began. Among the five core disciples, four of them were fistsylists, leaving Lanxi the only one dumbfounded.

Surprise surprise? Didn’t see it coming, did you?

Casio didn’t want to comment on Moses’s wicked humor.

Time flew by, one and a half months passed.

On March 15, with the arrival of spring and the warming of the weather…

The senior brother Heige who has been busy in North Flow Country suddenly returned to the Wind Elephant Gate Headquarters and summoned all the core disciples.

The first sentence he said in the hall was.

“The Fistsylist Exchange Competition has begun in the six counties of the East!”