??Chapter 1128: 570 This is the general trend (4000)_2
Chapter 1128: 570 This is the general trend (4000)_2
Buzz!!!
At that mont, as Amos’s words had just ended, the surroundings instantaneously transford. No longer was there an abandoned park around him, but a flat and vast prairie instead. The wind whisked the grass, herds of cattle and sheep road, and one could even see towering, snow-capped mountains in the distance, where sunlight and waves danced together.
“This… This… This isn’t an illusion!”
Amos felt sothing was terribly amiss, extrely so. Had he been teleported to the suburbs outside of Baichuan City without any awareness?
He first crouched down, removed his gloves, and picked up a blade of grass from the ground. After observing it for a mont, he put it back and donned his gloves. Then he dashed off toward the distance, displaying a speed that rivaled that of top fighters.
In the blink of an eye, he had reached a spot several kiloters away.
His toes touched down, landing on the back of a dairy cow with black and white spots.
“It’s alive…”
Amos continued to dart forward and soon arrived at the foot of the mountain. He beca more and more convinced that he had been moved thousands of miles away by so unknown ans by Casio, rather than so powerful illusion art. So, where was Casio himself?
“Casio! Where are you? Didn’t you say you’d let
take a punch from you?!”
Amos began to shout, trying to coax Casio into appearing.
“I’m up here…”
A voice that kept echoing suddenly appeared.
“On top of the snow mountain?”
Amos murmured to himself and looked up toward the towering summit.
“Is that necessary? To intentionally choose such a high place.” As he spoke, tallic cutting wires sprouted from his hands. The wires drilled into the mountain, swinging and retracting in a cycle, propelling him rapidly into the high altitude.
Suddenly, he reached the steep mountain top platform.
However, there was still no one on the platform.
“Are you tricking , Casio? Are you playing hide and seek with ?”
Amos let his hands hang down, and the tallic lines waved behind him like ribbons, looking like the tendrils of a jellyfish in the water.
“I’m not fooling you, Amos. I’m just up here. Right here…”
The resonant echo exploded in the skies above Amos’s head, booming loudly.
At this very mont, Amos felt as if his head were blowing up, his scalp numbing. His spine tingled as if electrocuted, the sensation spreading throughout his body, every cell and tissue trembling wildly.
He had just looked up fiercely, and what did he see?!
A colossal human face in the sky!
Appearing indistinctly amidst the swirling clouds.
The clouds dispersed, fully revealing the scene in the firmant.
The sky had human features, enlarged countless tis. It covered the entire blue sky, endless at a glance, appearing far more terrifying and oppressive than if a face had suddenly appeared on the moon.
Most importantly, the face was Casio’s!
“Amos, take a punch from , take a punch…”
The giant face in the sky suddenly spoke, word by word.
Take a punch from him, what a joke!!!
Amos felt like his scalp was splitting open. In his tumultuous life of sixty or seventy years, fraught with hardships, he had encountered many strange people and events. But he had never seen anything as horrifying as the sight before him.
“Wait…” His words had barely escaped his lips.
High above the sky, a gigantic fist was already smashing down, thundering as it burst through the clouds. Rolling over the air, it roared toward the majestic snow mountain!
If one were to observe from an extrely distant location, they would find the fist too imnse, making the mountain appear as slender as a toothpick in its presence.
This punch was going to flatten not only Amos but likely the entire snow mountain and the vast prairie, turning them into an abyss that reached straight to the magma!
“Damn!!!”
On top of the snow mountain, Amos, who had been raised with an elite aristocratic education and remained elegant even in his old age, swore rudely for the first ti.
His powerful survival instinct furiously pumped his heart, sending hot blood throughout his body, instantly filling his limbs with strength. With a silent explosion, Amos entered the ultimate state of his Secret Martial Art, the fortieth Realm of Limit—Annihilation! His body fiercely emitted thousands of dense cutting wires, resembling a human-shaped tallic sea urchin. The terrifying cutting wires shattered the air, spreading out wildly.
In an instant, they completely enshrouded and dragged down the snow-covered peak.
But what was the use of that?
Even if Amos’s threads numbered in the tens, the hundreds of thousands, enveloping the entire snow-capped mountain, there was only one outco facing that heavenly fist.
And that was, death!
“Aaaaaahhhhhhh!”
Amos let out a twisted howl as the heavenly fist thundered down.
Boom!!!!!!!
“Huff… Huff… Huff…”
In the abandoned park, by the erald green lake, right at the sa spot.
Amos panted like a wild cow, thousands of tallic cutting wires shooting out uncontrollably, wildly dancing and slicing through the air. The ground, the woods, the lake—all were covered with dense cracks. Yet, the area within one ter of where Casio stood remained unscathed, as if an invisible force field was silently protecting it.
“Casio!!! Gah!!!”
Amos abruptly turned his head, looking toward Casio beside him, and in a flash, he retreated explosively, moving like lightning to another side of the lake. However, just as his feet landed, a black phantasm appeared at the exact distance and in the sa position as before.
Casio’s actions remained unchanged, still watching Amos.
“You! I! I’m not dead? That punch, that punch was so…”
Amos finally ca to his senses, withdrawing his threads bewilderedly.
His lips slightly quivered: “That punch was terrifying.”
“Why am I still alive? Still here in the original park…”
“Was it an illusion?” Amos was visibly shaken.
His lips turned a bit pale, his face ashen, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
“It wasn’t an illusion,” Casio slowly began speaking: “Just so thods you perhaps can’t understand. If you don’t believe , I can demonstrate it again right here… How about another punch in this park?”
“No… no need. You, you scared
to death, old man…”
Amos coughed violently, his black and white steward uniform drenched with cold sweat. His greying hair stuck to his skin in clumps, a result of the overwhelming stress.
“Casio… give
a mont,”
Amos gasped, his voice hoarse.
Casio nodded empathetically, standing quietly to the side.
Sowhat mysteriously, there was a strange sense of docility.
Amos could hardly associate him with the terrifying heavenly punch from before. Ti passed, minute by minute, and about ten minutes later.
“Casio, tell
honestly, what realm has your strength reached?” Amos stared at Casio intently: “Ultimate Fighter?”
Casio shook his head.
“The pinnacle of Ultimate Fighters? The first among the contemporary Secret Martial Arts World?”
Casio shook his head again.
“Saint… Saint Fist!”
With turbulent emotions, Amos uttered these two words.
“Wrong, it is Tyrant Fist,” Casio turned to look at the placid lake surface.
“Transcendence into the Saint, suprely overbearing…” Amos murmured to himself.
He was completely shocked, but soon his thoughts raced again. Casio had just given him a punch, letting him personally experience the might of the Tyrant Fist and revealed he had reached the legendary realm of Tyrant Fist in the way of Secret Martial Art. Clearly, this wasn’t just for showing off nor out of boredom.
It was because of what Amos had overheard outside the door just half an hour earlier.
The objectives that Casio had set for the Magical Golem Sect going forward.
“The Eastern Martial World, the Federation’s Secret Martial Arts World, and even the whole world’s Secret Martial Arts World. From this mont on, they must be within their grasp…”
Amos murmured this sentence to himself.
Casio’s punch was a warning, alerting Amos, the representative of the Federal Governnt’s Supernatural chanism, and the top combat force of the Black chanism. He intended to lead the Magical Golem Sect to conquer the Secret Martial Arts World, and the Black chanism had better not interfere!
Otherwise, with a single punch, all things would be annihilated in an instant…
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