Strange Men

Three old men were at the top of a hill, they looked ahead and they were at the end of the forest. There, it can be seen that there are so many tents, there are even thousands of tents that are equipped with lamps and in the middle, there is a large and solid house building.

An unusual sight, of course, there will be a war on a super large scale.

"Damn it! When the five continents with their empires are corrupted and weak, the Demon King will attack!" The old man with a beard and covering his head with a jet black hoodie jacket gripped his hand so hard he could hear his head creaking.

"There is no more time! This is our sacrifice!" The man with long loose hair and a muscular body patted the shoulder of the man who spoke first.

"You're right, Fist Thunder! The demon lord is in hibernation. We're going all out this time. This may be our last night together," the old man wearing a long cane and wearing a long white cloak assured his two companions.

One of them who was nicknamed Fist Thunder raised his fist, and his two companions extended their fists. They nodded at each other.

"Move!"

And that night, something extraordinary happened. History records the battle that night, but the final outcome is confusing. The booming sound of that night was heard throughout the continents of this world. From there, this story begins

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Black Lion Academy

A large and majestic sign can be seen on the inner gate, beautifully carved writings are carved in gold and the surroundings are carved lions with four pillars surrounding it. The sign was the inner sign of the sect, while outside there was an outer gate which was also of an even larger size.

Brak! Kratak! Bruk!

The majestic sign shattered into pieces when the body of a disciple of the Black Lion sect crashed into the sign.

Ahhhh! The man fell among the crushed sign scattered around him. Then the man fainted.

The disciples were shocked, and someone ran toward the Black Lion Sect Elder's room to report the incident. A muscular man, a young man of about 25 years in a typical warrior's outfit. He walked calmly after throwing disciple at the outside smashing the sign.

The man kept walking and was like a warrior victorious against all battles. He walked down the steps after entering the inner gate of the academy. His feet stepped slowly, the door was already open because it was noon and the students were practicing.

Descending the steps, about ten disciples stared at the young man. The disciples were practicing and shocked, some braced themselves and retreated to the back and formed a line. Some of the disciples ranged in age from 10 to 20 years. They watched the movements of the young man who had just arrived and took a stance with both hands.

Step by step the young man descended, each step like a vibration that had a pressure so that the people there seemed to be experiencing pressure within him.

A master who saw this, many of his students were frightened and he became angry.

"Kid! You're looking for death huh!"

The old and muscular man stepped forward. And waiting for this young man down the stairs to the bottom of the steps. The man watched the young man, from head to toe. Her hair swayed back over her shoulders. His stature is solid and sturdy, he is also very calm but still looks innocent like most young men.

Someone ran from outside and went inside, the man was an outer disciple and ran in a hurry. He entered the inner practice altar, but seeing the young man standing opposite the master he was terrified.

"Report the master," the student who had just arrived greeted the master respectfully.

The master nodded and motioned for him to continue his report.

"All the outer disciples and trainers have all fallen!"

The master immediately understood the situation, he had heard that there was a mess outside and he thought the people outside had done enough to fix it.

"Is this young man the culprit!" the master shouted at the trembling disciples outside.

"That's right Master!"

The master immediately put on a cynical face, this one brat can beat the disciples enough? Fair enough, in the mind of the master. The young man was still silent looking at the master and remained calm.

"What do you want, kid!"

The master immediately shouted. The young man has been looking for trouble in the academy. At least, before letting him know himself, he wanted to know what the young man meant.

"Where's the headmaster?"

The master was getting more and more irritated, "I am asking you! What a reckless brat!"

The master's patience has run out. He crossed his fists down, got into a stance, and charged very fast with both punches. The kid now really has to be beaten first before he knows who he is talking to. The master also didn't want his academy to be humiliated, especially by a young man who was still immature.

Wuushh!

The master's punch struck, but after starting to get close to the young man's face, he backed his left fist and charged with a powerful punch of his right hand. It was the original skill of a lion's fist. The black lion academy has martial arts warriors who rely on punches with strong energy and aura.

The blow that was launched this time was a hit that was quite hard and fast, even a tree could break with that blow. Humans can also die if they don't cover with a protective flow of energy.

Empty punch!

The master was shocked, the young man quickly just shook his head to the left as he almost hit him. The sharpness of his eyes for a split second had already monitored the direction of the blow and he dodged it with ease. Her hair was flowing from the wave energy of the blow.

The master was shocked for a moment, and again pulled his punch to the side at least his arm would be enough to hit his head and cause a wound.

Hiatt!

Another missed attack. The master saw the evasive movement of the young man who was now turning his head back so that his punches didn't hit either.

Feeling irritated. The master then smacked his left fist, it didn't hit either. The young man calmly dodged. The master couldn't stand it anymore, he launched attack after attack brutally and relentlessly. The burst of energy seemed to bounce and smash into the surrounding disciples. Anyone there knows that the energy of the master is explosive.

The young man keenly saw all the movements and dodged them. However, a few seconds later as the attacks intensified, the young man's hands retreated back, his elbows pulled. And...

Boom!

The thrust of the man's hand was fast enough and hit the master's jaw. The master didn't notice because of the speed of the attack. Even with just a palm but was able to throw it just like that.