I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 77 - 0 Individual Race (13)_1

Chapter 77: 077 Individual Race (1/3)_1

Chapter 77: 077 Individual Race (1/3)_1

“The Wind Elephant Gate, Li Wei, victory!”

With the referee’s announcement, Casio flexed his newly warmed up fist, glanced at his opponent, and walked off.

Back at the Wind Elephant Gate’s site, Moses punched him on the spot, slightly “angry”, saying, “Why didn’t you leave one for your senior brothers? You just enjoyed fighting by yourself, right?”

Casio sat down with a bitter smile.

“Fifth brother, don’t mind him. This bulldog is not about enjoying the fight, he definitely wants to be beaten. Even if you beat the opponents, it spares us the embarrassment of him going up.” Lanxi snorted with a look of contempt at Moses.

“Hey! You can’t unjustly accuse someone! I understand what is befitting for the occasion. I can’t treat the exchange meeting the same way as previous casual sparring.” Moses defended himself.

“Oh please, who doesn’t know about your true nature…”

“You bloody sissy, always trying to embarrass me, huh? I…”

For a moment, the two began to argue again. In the end, Senior Brother Heige mediated and changed the order of appearance. The rotation is initiated by Casio and each person goes twice.

Everyone gets a chance to fight as the first.

Of course, this “everyone” does not include Heige. Because according to tournament rules, the elder amongst the core disciples of a secret martial arts style often has to be the last one. This is to prevent some secret martial arts schools from putting their strongest person first, and then directly defeating the teams of other schools.

That would be a little too disrespectful.

However, if the opponent’s core disciples have already fought as the last ones and the first one who fights is not the strongest, yet they still manage to breakthrough by fighting five opponents at once, then you really have nothing to say.

The points race continued. Casio sat in the rest area, sipping tea and watching the activity on the arena. He could clearly see the gap between the small martial arts schools and the large ones, with a considerable difference in the boxing level of their disciples.

The disciples of the large schools had more combat experience and skills than those of the small schools. This was the influence of the resources of the forces.

During this time, Casio attentively observed the combat style characteristics of forces like Golden Rock Fist, Black Crane Stream, Ringing Water Road, and others. He noticed that their weaknesses were minimal and their combat skills were part of a large system.

Nothing can be seen without relying on one’s own strength.

Outside the window, the sun gradually rose. Surrounded by thin clouds, it hung step by step above everyone’s heads.

It was now nearing noon.

“Next, number eleven, number two!”

“Wind Elephant Gate! Broken Stone Fist Elbow Gate!”

Casio twisted his neck and once again entered the arena. The person from Fist Elbow Gate also came to the arena, he was a red-haired youth whose fists and elbows were full of calluses, giving an impression of a steady momentum. It seemed he was the strongest person in Fist Elbow Gate after their top disciple.

It seemed that Casio’s memorable breakthrough against the disciples of the Meditation Gym had resulted in others adapting their tactics accordingly.

However, in the face of absolute strength, so-called cunning tactics are useless. Casio’s realm as a boxer is his greatest confidence, even if the opponent plays tricks, he has confidence in suppressing them.

Starting from the first person of Fist Elbow Gate, all the way to their elder disciple. Casio remained calm and collected.

Following Elder Brother Heige’s advice, Casio didn’t resort to decisive blows like the last time, instead, he lingered for a few more moves, going back and forth, giving the opponent some face. After all, they were disciples of a large school and needed to maintain their grace.

Even though the fight was slowed down a bit, Casio found it quite interesting.

Different secret martial arts styles indeed had different characteristics, like Fist Elbow Gate, simultaneously practicing boxing and elbow techniques. The rapid switch between the two was intriguing.

Some short-range combos were impressive.

This gave Casio a different experience, expanding his field of view which had been limited to boxing. One of the aims of the Exchange Meeting was for the secret martial arts schools to exchange skills, spar with each other, make their own progress and open up newperspectives.

With the announcement of the referee, Casio made his way off the arena.

Walking down the path amongst the prominent schools, Casio occasionally heard the voices of people discussing him. Some were surprised by his strength and age, while others regarded him as a formidable opponent.

As he passed the Black Crane Stream site, a tall and thin youth said out of context, “This Li Wei is too weak, he can only bully the small martial arts schools. If he encounters us Black Crane Stream in the next match, I guarantee I’ll defeat him.”

Casio glanced at his back. Just as the youth turned his head around, his eyes full of provocation, Casio sneered and made a slashing gesture at his throat indicating, “Don’t let me encounter you, you wraith.”

“Moron…” he spat out the word and swiftly walked away.

Half an hour passed and the morning point race temporarily ended. All the secret martial arts schools came to the canteen to enjoy a lavish lunch and rested until one-thirty.

In the afternoon, it was not the continuation of the morning’s points race, but the individual matches. They were first divided into groups, then drew lots, and fought in matches within the groups.

Casio was assigned to Group B, B-13. This was also engraved on a brass metal nameplate about the size of a thumb to be pinned to the participant’s chest to identify their identity.

The competition field was not in the original location, but another warehouse next to the white building. This warehouse was divided into more than a dozen areas to simultaneously conduct multiple matches. This was to save time for the exchange meeting.

At the intersection of the warehouse, Casio parted ways with his senior brothers. He walked to the right along the path.

Every so often, there was a staff member to guide him.

“Your location is a bit further and then turn right.”

Casio nodded and continued forward along the checkered tiles.

A moment later, he stopped and took a look. There were some people gathered at the entrance of this competition field, seemingly spectators.

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Confirming he was in the right place, Casio stepped forward and forcefully squeezed in. The slightly crowded crowd split to both sides, the faces of the people who were pushed away initially showed anger. However, once they saw Casio’s tall figure and appearance, they immediately fell silent.

He scanned the entire room. The arrangements were quite rudimentary, but the space was open. In the middle was a small arena, a bit higher than the ground level, with a referee standing on top.

Besides the arena, there was a row of reddish-brown seats laid out.

As soon as Casio went over and sat down, the referee asked, “Are you a competitor? What’s your number? This is for the competitors to rest.”

Casio was startled for a moment, he pulled out a nameplate from his pocket and pinned it to his chest, “Group B, number thirteen. Wind Elephant Gate, Li Wei…”