Mystical Journey - chapter-720-situation-2
Chapter 720: Situation 2
Translator:EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor:EndlessFantasy Translation
“Is this really the Wellington family’s high-level elder? You’re
too weak…” the red figure leaped lightly and landed before the man in
white. His crimson leather boots clicked past the coagulating blood
“I merely chased you for about ten kilometers, but that was already too
much for you. You’re just like that Middle-level Blood Breed
previously… All of you are truly a decaying race…” Dahm lowered his
head and looked down contemptuously upon the Wellington elder who was
crawling on the ground and begging.
After his fierce battle with the Upper-level Blood Breeds previously, his
Dead Waterbird Fist had finally improved to the next level and he’d
successfully created a terrifying Secret Technique. He combined the
essence of the various martial arts sects and merged it with the most
profound principles of the Waterbird Fist to form a fatal move that
utilized steel wires and threads as weapons.
The vibrations of his terrifying Dead Waterbird Fist were transmitted
through these wires and threads to achieve the effect of death upon
contact. Even though his destructive power had decreased slightly, his
fighting angles were trickier and scarier as his destructive range had
been increased greatly.
At this point, the Dead Waterbird Fist had finally left the basic domain
of the Waterbird Fist. It had become a Fist Technique sect that Dahm
created on his own that was equivalent to the Waterbird Fist’s
branching fist techniques. In theory, there were three realms of the Dead
Waterbird Fist, and each realm could be separated into five levels.
This realm relied on the control of the steel wires and threads.
There was one wire in the first realm, two in the second realm, and three
in the third.
As for the levels of each realm, they were determined by the length of
the destructive powers that controlled the steel wires.
Dahm currently stood within the first realm, meaning that he could only
control one wire. However, his length reached the fifth level and was
enough to allow the steel wires to kill its enemies even after extending
to a length of fifteen meters. This skill could produce terrifying
fatalities and injuries; as long as an enemy touched it, their blood
would burst out.
“Don’t kill me… Don’t… The head of my household will come back
soon and he’ll never forgive you!” the blue-haired man half begged
and half-threatened him while yelling.
“The head of your household, huh…?” Dahm licked his lips while his
blood red lipstick stained his tongue.
Looking down at the terrified, blue-haired elder in front of him, Dahm
narrowed his eyes and took a few steps forward, before reaching his hand
out and patting the other man’s head gently.
“Don’t worry, of course I won’t kill you… You’re still very
useful after all…”
The highest peak named Ares seemed as though it could pierce the heavens.
The tip of the mountain penetrated the sea of white clouds and extended
into the endless sky.
After passing through the cloud layer and continuing upwards, there was a
large depression on the side of the mountain peak. Within the depression
was a large, exquisite snow-white castle, one that resembled a gigantic
white harp that gradually increased in height from the left side to the
There was a large cylindrical pipeline extending from the left side of
the castle. A substance that resembled white gas flowed out slowly and
continuously down into the sea of white clouds.
The white gas billowed like extremely cold air. The cylindrical pipeline
that was releasing it had a diameter of ten meters while it was bordered
by a winding mountainous path that led close to the peak.
The snowstorm made whistling noises while snowflakes fluttered downwards
like feathers. Although they piled up on the peak of the mountain
continuously, somehow, there was no buildup of snow upon the path.
The sky was bright now while snow continued to form thick clumps. A line
of people walked up the little path slowly. They were all dressed in
black coats and wearing hoods over their heads. Although they were
walking on the slippery frozen steps, they seemed unusually steady.
There were five people altogether, and each of their faces was fully
hidden underneath the black hoods.
Crunchy, scratching noises could be heard whenever they trod on the piles
of snow on the steps.
The person who was leading the group raised his head. He looked at the
pointy white castle, which was still a few hundred steps away from them,
from afar. He pulled off his hood to reveal a male face that was
persevering against the cold. Only then was it obvious that this was
Hochman, who had just returned after completing a mission.
“The weather here has become increasingly abominable… Ever since
Master decided to move here,” he murmured softly.
Although he did not speak loudly during the snowstorm, the four people
behind him were able to hear him clearly.
“Boxing Overlord Master, aren’t these abominable weather conditions
and environments coincidentally suitable for sharpening the willpower and
perseverance of the students who came forward to learn from you?” this
person removed his hood as well, revealing the face of a man with a burn
scar on the bridge of his nose.
This man had no hair and yellowed skin. There was a dark green tattoo of
a tiger on the top of his bald head while a large gold hoop dangled from
one of his earlobes, making him look unusually exotic.
Furthermore, he spoke English with somewhat inaccurate pronunciations
because he often curled the tip of his tongue.
“Eastern Pole Gate Master has pretty good ideas,” nodded Hochman in
“Warriors should focus on Fist Techniques from the start. They should
always use their external conditions as forms of nourishment to sharpen
themselves to reach even higher realms!” Eastern Pole Gate Master, the
diplomatic representative of the Eastern Pole Technique of the east bowed
his head and spoke sincerely. He possessed a kind of revered pursuit and
fanaticism regarding Fist Techniques.
The three main Fist Techniques of the world, Eastern Pole Fist, Sandt
Fist, and Mocksaw Sword Sect each had a specific niche. Their combat and
martial arts styles were formed by the history, culture, beliefs, and
national spirits of their own countries and it was obvious that they were
influenced by their local characteristics and manners.
The Eastern Pole Fist sect had the most techniques. They had bare-handed
palm techniques, leg techniques that focused on energy, as well as
techniques that utilized various weapons. However, its specialty was
focusing on the strength of one’s own body during moments of killing to
unearth, evolve, and train one’s own potential.
The Eastern Pole Fist was a large organization that used ancient cultures
that were inherited as the core energy of its Fist Technique. Their main
focus was the discovery of the direction in which the forthcoming Eastern
Pole Gate Master’s expertise lay. They prioritized training to
strengthen their bodies and practiced moves to complement them.
Hochman was bringing him to the Holy Fist Palace as he had previously
communicated with the Eastern Pole Gate Master and knew that his
terrifying powers were on par with his own. Hence, the Eastern Pole Gate
Master had wanted to find out if Hochman’s current powers had truly
reached the frightening peak upper levels.
A major factor that influenced this was caused by Garen’s continuously
terrifying improvements. However, Hochman’s strength was insufficient
to take down the Eastern Pole Gate Master as that man was unimaginably
When he saw the Eastern Pole Gate Master Du Xinglong’s sincere
expression, Hochman sighed in relief.
Other than the Blood Breeds, there were other mysterious powers that were
hidden in this world. It was only that the Blood Breeds had been too
prosperous that they were forced to hide their strength quietly.
However, the current internal strife among the Blood Breeds had resulted
in heavy losses. Therefore, the other forces had become involuntarily
restless as well.
“We’re almost there. The housekeeper has already prepared a banquet
in the palace to welcome and entertain a few honored guests,” said
“Thank you for your trouble,” Eastern Pole Gate Master Du Xinglong
The line of five people quickened their footsteps and rushed towards the
mountaintop where the pristine white Holy Fist Palace was located.
Both sides of the arched palace doors were already pushed open by the
servants in preparation to welcome their guests.
Hochman and one of his subordinates led the Eastern Pole Gate Master and
his two disciples through the palace doors. They walked into a white
pointed hall that was over a hundred meters tall and followed the
carpet-like stones on the ground directly towards the deepest hall.
Both sides of the hall were formed with exquisite walls that were
engraved with various patterns. Strangely enough, it fitted perfectly
with its crude and ancient exterior, as if there was a kind of faint
harmony between them.
A young person in white led them out of the deepest hall while walking on
the left side, before passing through a long corridor that had fortified
glass on the left. Through the glass, they could look down at the endless
sea of clouds that created mind-blowing sceneries.
The young person in white who led them was a local youth who had been
training here regularly. These people had learned about the existence of
the Holy Fist Palace through its reputation from the World’s Combat
Competition. Furthermore, factors such as the large quantity of potential
seeds that were sent here, the interesting combat competitions that
constantly renewed people’s outlooks on general knowledge, the martial
arts that could allow one to dodge bullets, strengthen vision, or even
unearth one’s reactions and intelligence, as well as exiting combat and
fights had attracted many youths who were interested to learn martial
Of course, the most important reason was the chain of effects that had
formed after the competition, such as the individuals who practiced
martial arts who relied on their five powerful senses and terrifying
skills who could now excel in various jobs. Some of them even surpassed
regular humans greatly. It was evident that these exercises had greatly
influenced the previous employment issues of martial arts practitioners.
This was especially apparent in the combat club that Hochman and Dahm had
organized. In the initial stages, their martial arts had produced
terrifying results and could even shock the American military force.
Moreover, both of them were even hired as special trainers in the army.
Although the effects were not extremely obvious, it still served as a
test of their power.
These reports naturally spread rapidly to the powerful countries
throughout the world. Within a few years, Hochman and Dahm had
transformed from regular youths who knew nothing about martial arts into
terrifyingly strong martial arts masters that were regarded as overlords
in their own groups.
After Hochman was able to single-handedly defeat fifteen armed special
forces soldiers, the world instantly regarded martial arts with a
These were Hochman and Dahm’s plans all along. They wanted to form a
holy site for martial arts in the world to upgrade the Waterbird Fist to
unprecedented and terrifying heights.
The initial results of this plan were already beginning to appear now;
whenever they faced financial issues, they would receive a large amount
of aid and support from the Rexott Group. Currently, the Rexott Group had
already become collaborative partners with Holy Fist Palace.
Eastern Pole Gate Master followed the guide and walked forward. They
passed through ring-shaped stone doors that led to stone halls, where
there were maids who helped them put on specially cleaned clothes while
taking their original coats off to wash and dry.
The row of five people arrived at a spacious training hall where ten
people were currently split into two groups to practice sparring
constantly. Each of them used all of their strength and did not hold
behind at all.
The eyes of all three members of Eastern Pole Gate widened.
The sound of fists and feet colliding with one another and tragic howls
could be heard continuously, while medical personnel occasionally removed
the injured individuals.
None of the ten practicing students were over thirty years old. All of
them were dressed in dark grey uniforms with focused expressions on their
faces. Their movements were extremely normal and only comprised of a few
basic striking techniques. Nothing was exceptional except for the fact
that they seemed to be unusually strong.
“This is the training hall that is specially used for the Holy Fist
Palace’s White Cloud Gate,” Hochman explained.
“White Cloud Gate?” Eastern Pole Gate Master furrowed his eyebrows
slightly. “As far as I know, when the Holy Fist Palace was established,
His Excellency only possessed the Shooting Shadow Secret Technique and
the Waterbird Fist that were combined into eternal Fist Techniques. This
White Cloud Gate is…?”
“The White Cloud Secret Technique is a powerful and new martial art
that was hidden by the Master and was not taught to the others
previously. This Secret Technique requires longer practice durations,”
smiled Hochman. He raised his hand and pointed towards the highest row of
seats in the hall from afar.
“The Master is over there. The ones beside him are the chief disciples
of the White Cloud Secret Techniques.”
Eastern Pole Gate Master looked towards the direction where Hochman’s
finger was pointed before instantly noticing a handsome golden-haired man
with a terrifyingly powerful body and a relaxed face who was seated
upright on the white stone seat.
There were more than a hundred meters between them but his gaze was
detected by the other man. The man turned his head over while a bolt of
lightning flashed in his eyes.
Eastern Pole Gate Master Du Xinglong’s head became dizzy for a moment
and his body shivered slightly. He had almost lost his balance as well.
“There’s electricity in the room!!”
He was astonished.