Returning to the Mysterious Era

Cassius locked eyes with Lisa on the stage before turning to look at his next opponent. The Black Crane Sect had only two pugilists, one of whom had just been defeated by Cassius. The other, Mendi, was the final opponent which meant Cassius would have to fight against those at the fistfighters' level.

It was no different from a wolf among sheep. Despite how much energy Cassius expended in the first round, he defeated the next two opponents handily. He could have continued fighting, but knowing Moses was next in the lineup, he decided to leave some opponents for him. He did not want to hear him complaining later.

Thus, after defeating his third opponent, Cassius raised his hand to signal his intention to swap out. After the referee's announcement, he stepped off the stage.

"You finally came down, Junior Brother. At least you left two for your senior brother." Moses shrugged off his coat and threw it on a seat.

"Keep bragging. Don't tell me you think you can beat Mendi. Just wear him down a little and leave the rest to me," Lance mocked from where he stood on the side, arms crossed.

"Hmph." Moses snorted and walked onto the stage.

In the rest area, Cassius walked over and sat down next to his master, Lisa. He asked, "Teacher, why are you here?"

"Am I not allowed to be here?" Lisa gave a sideways glance at him. "The sect wanted to take some elite disciples to the East Sea County to broaden their horizons and we needed some fist masters to accompany them. I'd rather come out and see the world instead of cooping myself up in the Wind Elephant Sect and dying there. And it's also nice to see my good disciple showing off his prowess."

Lisa smiled and patted Cassius's shoulder, as if her death was already certain and there wasn't anything special about the word itself.

Cassius opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. After a long pause, he finally squeezed out, "Teacher, you've lost weight."

Lisa ruffled Cassius's hair for the very first time. Cassius didn't attempt to dodge it. "Brat, you really don't have the right personality to comfort people. Don't say such mushy things. As long as I see you progressing in Covert Martial Arts, I'm more than happy. Seeing results with my very own eyes is far more powerful than any kind of flattery.

"What you did just now was great. Azure Wind Flow should be used in actual combat. This technique still has its flaws so the best way to improve it is through constant practice. The Azure Wind Flow wasn't originally created to be some kind of trump card, but rather as a regular move that can be used consistently. The problem is that it hasn't been perfected yet and uses up too much energy." There was a hint of regret in her voice.

Once upon a time, she had been a genius with exceptional comprehension and constitution but it all came to a screeching halt when her foundation was damaged, leaving her unable to perfect the later stages of the Azure Wind Flow.

Hence why Lisa took Cassius in as her disciple and treated him like family, even going as far as to gift him the Hundred Herb Body Refinement Paste. There was an old saying: "once a teacher, forever a father." Whoever coined the saying hadn't been joking.

This was especially so when the teacher had a terminal illness and a martial arts legacy that had yet to be fulfilled. She could only leave her hopes in her disciple and fortunately, Cassius gave her that hope.

"Let's stop chatting and watch the match." Lisa and Cassius turned their attention back to the stage.

As expected, Moses fought the core disciples of the Black Crane Sect with little fanfare, rendering them senseless with a single swing as if they were his children. Even a martial artist nearing the physical limits of a human body was easily toyed with by Moses.

The clear disparity made the audience realize that the Wind Elephant Sect's fourth core disciple, Moses, had also surpassed human limits! The Wind Elephant Sect had four pugilists!

It was unfathomable. Even a second-rate sect wouldn't be at that level.

For a moment, the entire venue buzzed with chatter. Various gazes swept toward the Wind Elephant Sect's rest area—some surprised, some envious, some fearful, and some hateful.

On the stage, the young man who Moses had been toying with stumbled onto the ground. A livid Mendi stormed onto the stage. His slightly pale face was filled with frustration as he stared at Moses, removing his gloves as he spoke.

"I'll make you understand that there are differences even among pugilists!"

His arms wrapped in white bandages were exposed to the air, and an imposing aura locked onto Moses. Moses whistled nonchalantly, his right hand beckoning contemptuously as if taunting Mendi to come at him if he dared.

Truthfully, Moses wasn't actually looking down on Mendi; he merely wanted to anger him. Moses understood that he hadn't been a pugilist for long and was likely not a match for Mendi. Although they were at the same level, he was exceptionally resistant and could tire Mendi out and then have Lance handle the rest.

On the surface, Moses looked like a big oaf, but he was actually very cunning.

Sure enough, he demonstrated this in the ensuing fight. Using his strong physique, he tussled with Mendi but not recklessly. Finally, when the two of them were somewhat out of breath, Moses calmly raised his hand and conceded.

Having fought until his clothes were in tatters, he walked down the stage bare-chested. His strong body was covered in scratches, but he didn't seem hurt. On the contrary, he looked rather pleased. The sunlight on his upper body made him look like a golden muscular statue.

Moses returned to the rest area and cocked his eyebrows at Lance. "It's your turn. I've worn Mendi down to this point so surely you can take him down now, right?" He flexed his right arm muscles.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him. No need to trouble Second Senior Sister." Lance elegantly took a sip of his red tea from a white porcelain cup. He stood up and brushed past Moses, poking his wound with a finger as he walked by.

"Hey!" Moses turned his head, eyebrows shooting up in pain. "Hmph, whatever I don't argue with women." He shook his head and sat down with his arms crossed.

After five minutes, an eerie silence descended on the stage as everyone from the various Covert Martial Arts sects quietly watched. Even those who had been watching the ordinary disciples' matches turned to look.

In the sunlight, Lance, panting, raised his right hand.

The referee beside him bounded onto the stage and shouted loudly, "The winner is Lance of the Wind Elephant Sect!"

A team of medics in white uniforms rushed up with a stretcher and carried the unconscious Mendi away.

Accelerated blood flow wasn't without its side effects. Once the immense power faded, intense fatigue would take its place. If Mendi had fought both of them at the same, he might have been able to utilize the short burst of energy to defeat both Lance and Moses.

But he had fought Moses and then Lance in a tag team battle; one was tough and the other agile. Both were incredibly exhausting to fight against so in the end, Mendi still lost and at the hands of the third core disciple.

Wind Elephant Sect, five. Black Crane Sect, two.

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