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It was Golem Sect headquarters' open pilgrimage day once again. As usual, the visitors were not ordinary. They were the top ten of the world's current youth division combat tournament. All of them were talented fresh blood chosen from across the world who had a flair for Covert Martial Arts.
This group of young elites, along with their teachers, elders and guides, numbered forty to fifty as they walked by God's Tears Lake toward Holy Fist Mountain.
"This is our Golem Sect's Holy Fist Palace!" A sect disciple introduced proudly, as he went into detail about the mountain's origin and the legendary deeds of each Holy Fist.
The young geniuses gasped in awe. Their eyes never lost their worshipful gleam.
The entourage of various sects looked tense and worried, as Golem Sect was a holy land. Winners of tournaments and countless geniuses swarmed them like a school of fish to join. Hearing the legends of the Holy Fists made their disciples' hearts waver dangerously, since sincere admiration was the surest way to shake one's resolve. They had to guard their own talents well.
"The sect master… What a domineering figure… I wonder how legendary that battle was?" The youth champion paused at the lake with glowing eyes. He'd heard the hero's tale from his parents since his childhood so awe had been carved deep into his heart.
Simple yet shining…
"Huh? The statue's eyes… They're glowing…" The champion suddenly commented,...
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