??Chapter 1081: 468 Am I fighting with Saint Fist?! (4400)_2
Chapter 1081: 468 Am I fighting with Saint Fist?! (4400)_2
Used to amplify the intention behind punches, to collide auras, and to suppress the spirit.
Unless the disparity in realms between the battling parties was vast, like a newly established fighter going up against an ultimate fighter, it would be possible for the aura to briefly suppress soone, as if sealing them away. And yet, he was clearly an ultimate fighter, as was the Demon Idol Sect Master, so how could he be trapped by him!
In fact, this common knowledge was correct. However, Casio had mastered the essence of the Tyrant Fist for over two years, pondering many applications and mysteries of that peak realm, including extensive knowledge about expanding and suppressing auras. Additionally, his Southern Dipper Secret techniques were a combination of three top-tier schools of boxing thods, and included the Magic Golem secret weapon which had already surpassed the limits of top-tier secret martial arts. His boxing thod’s conceptual realm was extraordinary.
Due to multiple overlapping factors, his aura beca this terrifying.
With just one move, even an ultimate fighter could be briefly immobilized!
“Damn it!”
Mid-air, Diaz, like an insect trapped in transparent amber, roared in anger.
Bang!!!
A giant, sinister black fist covered in a steel gauntlet clawed down!
It grabbed hold of the blood-ford figure Diaz had transford into and violently squeezed inward. An explosive force unleashed, and the figure burst with a loud pop!
The thick blood flew out splattering like clumps of jelly.
As it landed on the ground, it reacted like sulphuric acid with a strong corrosive effect, imdiately hissing, with black and white smoke slowly rising. The ground was pocked with holes, quickly filling with cold rainwater.
“Dead… He’s dead!”
Off in the distance, a pale Fog Man with bloodied lips muttered. Not monts ago, Blood Demon Diaz was arrogant and domineering, showing a crushing and condescending attitude before the two. Then in the blink of an eye, the Sect Master appeared, and Blood Demon Diaz was snuffed out like an ant!
This abrupt change left people too shocked to co to their senses.
“No, not dead. But, he must be severely injured!”
Nine Snakes was calr and had a keener insight into the battlefield. She knew that fighters at the extre fighter level had strong survival tactics and were hard to kill in one strike. Sotis what seed like a fatal situation might end with the thought-to-be dead warrior popping back into the fray the next second.
Click, click, click…
The Magic Golem’s five huge fingers loosened, emitting a sour, gritty sound of tal rubbing against each other. Blood flowed between the fingers, yet Diaz’s corpse did not appear in the palm. Instead, there was a clump of blood like jelly.
“He ran away?”
“In that instant, his will shifted away like lightning. Is it so kind of secret technique? Or perhaps a certain innate talent…”
The Magic Idol looked at his blood-stained iron palm, his eyelids drooping. He slowly turned his head, glancing at the continuous downpour of translucent rain.
The rain was heavy, hasty, and swift. Like strands of fine beads connected on a curtain, overlapping and obscuring the view, the visibility was very low.
Raindrops exploded upon hitting the ground, creating a dense and fragnted noise.
“A Qi phantasm? Sinister soul possession?”
The Magic Idol retracted his palm, allowing the rain to wash away the traces of blood. The Qi phantasm and sinister soul possession he ntioned were strange secret techniques Casio had encountered over the past two years. They had extraordinary effects, and of course, extraordinary side effects. For instance, sinister soul possession was similar to the skill where Casio and the Magic Phoenix Saint Fist would inject their Qi into soone else’s acupuncture points. Only, it had a more direct, aggressive, and crazed purpose.
It entailed infecting the target with one’s own Qi, warping or erasing the other person’s personality and will, turning them into an empty vessel. If the secret martial artist practitioner of this technique were to fall, the technique would automatically initiate, seizing the empty vessel’s body, achieving a form of alternative rebirth. However, there lies a core question: after the rebirth, are you still you?
Moreover, such an alternative rebirth wouldn’t last long. Often, just a few months to half a year later, the Qi would be exhausted, like water without a source, with neither replenishnt nor origin, naturally fading away slowly.
Now, Casio seed to have encountered a bottom-line thod similar to these two secret techniques. Under normal circumstances, such thods were unsolvable, even for him. However, Blood Demon Diaz was different…
This fool was too greedy. He actually swallowed the blood and Qi of the Magic Idol Clan mbers. Having ingested the Demon Seed was like applying a fluorescent marker in the darkness. With a slight rotation of Casio’s Magic puppet secret weapon, he would be able to sense the direction.
Blood Demon Diaz couldn’t hide his form at all. Unless he realized this and painstakingly found and purged or expelled each Demon Seed from the massive amount of Qi in his body, he would not be able to escape to the ends of the earth.
“Greed to the extre is a form of stupidity…”
The colossal Magic Idol instantly turned into a phantasm, retracting into Casio’s body. He lightly tapped the ground with his toes, his figure streaking out like lightning.
“Southern Dipper Water Bird, Flight of Steel.”
With a crisp bird chirp, a dense array of steel thorn feathers seed to grow from the area of his scapula on his back and overlapped with his arms. His arms trembled, breaking through the airflow turbulence and rainwater, and the feathers collided like hollow wind pipes, producing a tallic humming sound.
“Boom! Boom!”
Casio’s figure accelerated twice in mid-air, instantly causing the air to expand and roll violently, forming a visibly transparent sphere of air. The rainwater exploded.
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