Chapter 380 Joy Street (4000)

Half an hour later, the most upscale Joy Street in the first district of Florence.

This is a place for pleasure, and it is most lively at night. At that time, you can often see high-end carriages with exquisite workmanship, and even noble carriages with family emblems parked nearby. Rich businessmen, romantic nobles, and married people who come to seek excitement.

Of course, pleasure is only part of it. With the development of certain needs, this place has gradually evolved into a place for business talks, networking, and communication and gatherings for the younger generation. Especially some young nobles whose fathers have a lot of money and power, like to choose this kind of place to play.

When there are too many people, those who are self-disciplined are not sociable.

In the middle of Joy Street, there is a bright four-story building on the top floor.

In a spacious private room of the most upscale, the air is filled with a faint incense, which is pleasant and elegant. The floor is covered with solid-color fur of moderate thickness and quite soft, forming a large piece of light brown carpet.

On the wall, stickers similar to gold foil form a pattern of flowers. Climbing up along the corner of the wall until it was blocked by the white curtains.

In the middle of the private room, several young men and women were drinking. The man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, and the fabrics and temperament on their bodies were all exuding a faint sense of nobility. Among this group of people, there was a tall man who was the focus of the whole scene. He had a cold and arrogant expression throughout the whole process, and spoke no more than five words each time, but the noble men and women around him were still enthusiastically discussing topics around the man. Either flattering, or hinting, showing goodwill.

The sunlight shone on the man through the gap in the window, making his half-long golden hair more dazzling. With that handsome, deep and aggressive face, it was quite wild. Coupled with the tall and strong figure, the arrogant and domineering temperament, it was really like a sitting lion king.

Soth, a dark gold hunter of the Hunter Association, a master cultivated by the imperial royal family from a small branch. He mastered the source energy of the physical type, with extremely amazing physical strength and superb boxing skills. If he finds an opportunity to fight in close combat, the Dark Gold Hunter of the same level may not be able to withstand five moves. Moreover, Soth's defense is also strong. He once had a record of resisting the full force of three dark creatures of the wild beast level at the same time. Although he was seriously injured afterwards, it can also be seen that Soth's physique is strong. Among them, the source energy is part of the reason.

More importantly, it is a broken boxing technique owned by the royal family.

It is called the Wild Lion Fist. Half of it has been damaged. The remaining half of the boxing technique has made Soth the name of the Lion King and qualified to compete for the Shadow Hunter. It can be seen that half of Soth's strength is in this Wild Lion Fist.

If Kaxiu observes this Wild Lion Fist, he will soon find something familiar. That's right, Wild Lion Fist, Three-Eyed Wild Lion Style, the more you listen to these two, the more familiar they are. The half of the boxing technique that Soth practiced is the secret martial arts of the Three-Eyed Wild Lion Style in the Northern Secret Martial Arts World. The Three-Eyed Wild Lion Style has a very long history. It is normal for the inheritance to be lost and leaked over a long period of time.

This Crazy Lion Fist is a second-rate secret martial art, and it lacks the most important Three Eye Secret Art, and only has the most basic fist moves. If compared comprehensively, it is probably not as good as the third-rate secret martial arts.

Of course, this is the internal evaluation of the secret martial arts world, and outsiders are naturally happy to accept it. Lion King Soth became a dark gold hunter with the help of this fist.

His nickname of Lion King also came from this fist.

If Domon, the core disciple of the Three Eyed Crazy Lion School that Kaxiu met for the third time, heard Soth's nickname, he would probably be furious.

The title of Lion King is not something that can be used casually. Master Domon is called the Evil Lion Maro, and his uncle is called the Demon Lion Mian, both of which are names earned in the secret martial arts world. The nickname of Lion King can only be used by the masters of each generation of the Three Eyed Crazy Lion School. Only those who defeat all peer competitors can be called Lion King. And Soth practiced a broken Crazy Lion Fist.

He dares to bear the name of Lion King even if he is not as good as an ordinary core. If the Three-Eyed Mad Lion Clan knew about this period, they would probably come out in full force.

Of course, the probability of this happening is zero. The Secret Martial Arts World may have some contact with other extraordinary forces, but it will eventually be covered by a thick fog in the torrent of the times, separating them by a huge gap.

Knock knock knock... knock knock knock...

There was laughter and joy in the private room, but there was a knock on the door outside the room.

The door was pushed open with a creak, and a middle-aged man walked in.

A moment later.

In a corner of the corridor with oil landscape paintings on the wall, Soth's tall figure turned his back to the middle-aged man, looking out the window while drinking a glass of fine wine. The man lowered his head slightly and described what had just happened.

"Oh? Half a year has passed, and the old man has finally used up his quota..."

Sous took a sip of wine, his eyes gradually deepened: "Is he his disciple? What's his identity? What's his hunter level? How strong is he?"

"He should be the old man's disciple..." The middle-aged man recalled what he had observed in the past few days. Blood Axe Heb seemed to be teaching the hunter named Bai Kui axe skills? He paused for a moment and continued: "He is a hunter who joined the Hunter Association from outside. He is a black bronze level and a mental illusionist..."

"Illusionist?"

Sous turned his head, his face looked a little strange: "Isn't that old man good at Blood Axe? Is he taking in a disciple for the spiritual source of energy? He wants to train a weak illusionist into a master of close combat with cold weapons? Blood Axe Heb has really been confused in recent years, hehe..."

There was a sense of contempt in his tone. I originally thought that Bloodaxe Herb would choose a dark gold level hunter as a strong competitor, or cooperate with the parliament to hinder himself with the support of the royal family. If there were two gold hunters on the council side competing for the shadow hunter spot, even he would have a headache. Unexpectedly, he picked a black and bronze-level rookie.

He is also the master of illusion, the spiritual source of energy that Heb is least afraid of.

He practices Mad Lion Fist, and his spiritual will surpasses that of ordinary people. Even illusionists of the same level cannot allow themselves to fall into the illusion space for too long.

Not to mention black copper, this level will probably be counterattacked on the spot.

The middle-aged man on the side opened his mouth, but ultimately did not correct his master's words. The illusionist was not weak, he was completely a strong man. However, no matter how strong he is, he is only at the level of an ordinary person. The attainment of spiritual energy is the criterion for measuring the strength level of an illusionist.

There is no difference between a stronger illusionist and a weaker illusionist. In fact, the weaker illusionist is stronger. This means that they spend more energy on mental training and have no time for physical training.

Beside the window, a breeze blew. Soth said after thinking for a moment.

"The old man has only used up his quota at this time, and his disciples are only at the Black Bronze level. I'm afraid he has accepted his fate and will not continue to compete for the qualification of Shadow Hunter. He is just trying to use the rich resources that can be exchanged for the badge of honor. From this point of view, , that black bronze level illusionist is really a disciple of Blood Ax Heb. Haha, is he voluntarily giving up his qualifications to show weakness and want to reduce the danger of his disciples? If Solomon and Claire get the information, they will really let it go. You guys are just one horse, but I..."

He laughed, with some inexplicable cruelty: "I offended the royal family back then, how could it be so easy to turn over this page? You have to pay a heavy price, old man." Sos turned around suddenly, staring with oppressive eyes. Looking at the middle-aged man: "Find someone to kill that illusionist. Keep an eye on him and do it as soon as he leaves the headquarters..."

"By the way, ask the killer to take the head back, put it in a box and send it to the old man. Let him see his apprentice's last expression before he died..."

"Yes." The middle-aged man responded and walked quickly towards the stairs.

Soth was the only one left in the corridor. He drained his drink in one gulp and walked back to the luxurious box. Soth didn't pay attention to what he just explained. In his opinion, the two opponents that he needs to pay attention to most at this stage are undoubtedly Thorn Solomon and Siren Claire.

At the same time, Feilengcui District 2, the seat of Hongli Council.

A young man in black clothes, black shoes and black trousers is practicing in a secret room. His whole person seems to be integrated with the darkness, deep, profound and strange. There were thorns spreading in the shadows, crawling all over the wall. These thorns eventually completely covered the interior of the chamber, with poisonous thorns growing on the surface.

The leaves emitted poisonous black smoke, corroding the air with a hissing sound.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

There was a knock on the door and Solomon opened his eyes.

Ten minutes later, he re-entered the state of practice. As for the information about Blood Ax Heb just now, Solomon didn't take it to heart at all. The people under my command will handle such a small matter properly. What he needs most now is to adjust his state and meet his two old rivals, Claire and Soth.

Dark hunting organization, headquarters building, and the top-level army commander's office.

A low, magnetic voice sounded, quite majestic.

"Claire, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand...Uncle, you have told me twice, and your ears are getting calluses. Protecting that boy named Bai Kui must not chill the hearts of the non-cliqued and retired old hunters within the organization..."

Claire sat on the sofa in an unladylike manner, rolling her eyes. She is very different from her usual goddess appearance and is extremely unrestrained.

She crossed her legs, her round and plump legs crossed, and her skin was so white that it glowed. He obviously has a rude manner like a man, but with his enchanting eyebrows and plump red lips, he has a different flavor. The curvy figure naturally exudes a sense of charm, making people's eyes involuntarily focus on Claire. This is a passive mental ability.

Like the song of a banshee, it enchants sailors on ships.

"Be more attentive and don't be as lax as before. Your Uncle Herb saved your father's life back then..." The legion commander's voice was slow and rhythmic, giving people a sense of reasonable trust.

"I understand, I understand, I'm leaving first."

Claire felt as uncomfortable as a loach in this serious office. The buttocks were twisting back and forth, as if they were sitting on pins and needles.

"Go away, I really don't know how your mother raised you to have such a lazy character. If you were my subordinate..." Before the commander of the Legion finished speaking, the door closed with a bang. Claire is probably the only person in the entire Dark Hunting Organization headquarters who dares to do this.

In the headquarters building, a beautiful figure returned from the top floor to the bottom floor.

The headquarters staff who passed by him always cast their eyes over involuntarily, with astonishment in their eyes. Even her heart was beating loudly in her chest, as if she had fallen in love at first sight and found true love.

Claire walked quickly under the gazes, her face still maintained a cold and perfect look, but she was already cursing in her heart. She awakened and mastered a kind of spiritual energy called the Siren. Although it has powerful power, it passively attracts the opposite sex. Claire was stared at by those disgusting eyes too much, and she suddenly embarked on an evil path, which is called Goji.

Her mother was almost pissed off to death by Claire because of this. However, the strong can always control their own destiny and freely choose the life they want.

As long as Claire is willing and does not violate the rules of the Dark Hunter Organization, no one can control her thoughts. This is the happiness of the strong, regardless of gender.

Time flies, and it is afternoon.

In the hunter's apartment, Kaxiu, with his upper body naked, is feeling the amplification effect of the second stigma on the Nan Dou boxing. There are some signs of the fusion of the dead tooth force and the echo force, which are more obvious than before.

When Kaxiu sensed it, he had a vague guess. This stigma is the condensed life energy after the body cells are saturated at a certain stage. It has no characteristics, it is just the most basic power node without attributes.

So it can amplify the abilities mastered by the hunter indiscriminately.

It is equivalent to a power amplifier.

When the hunter uses the three source energies, part of the life energy contained in the stigma is consumed as an additional amplification. Although the two Nan Dou boxings mastered by Kaxiu are different, they are of the same origin in concept. When the power was surging, the stigmata overlapped, and there was a feeling of mutual attraction.

However, there were only two stigmata now, and this attraction seemed to be very weak. More stigmata were needed for further changes.

Kaxiu exhaled a breath of hot air and thought of the changes in the past ten days. Because his body had been raised from zero foundation, the magnitude of the increase was too large, and it was easy to collapse without the spirit to suppress and restrain. Therefore, he did not enter the world of disasters frequently, and only went two or three times, and the time was very short. Moreover, the dark creatures in the city of ash had been hunted once, and they had been dormant recently. It was not like the beginning when you could easily meet a group of them on the street.

Therefore, Kaxiu's hunting life vibration energy was not much.

Last night, he entered the world of disasters again and met the ghost who came in for the second time. The ghost asked Kaxiu to meet outside the city of Florence tonight.

He brought some good things from the Black Rain Villa and prepared to give them to Kaxiu.

"It's almost time, half past four. If you take a carriage out of the city, it will be more than six o'clock, so it's time to go." Kaxiu stood up and put on a coat. But he found that Bai Kui's original clothes were too small. He could only tremble all over, his bones crackling, and his body shrank. He turned into a slender young man of about 1.75 meters and put on his coat easily.

Click, the door opened and closed, and Kaxiu left the hunter's apartment.

In the dark corner, the eyes slowly retracted, and the figure followed.

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