??Chapter 288: 183 This is my greeting gift (6100) (Please follow reading) _3
Chapter 288: 183 This is my greeting gift (6100) (Please follow reading) _3
Casio spoke to himself as if no one else was around, evaluating the strength of the sunglass man. The mbers of the Sand Dust Organization, ard with weapons, sward around him, their silver daggers carving trails in the air. However, their onslaught made no impact.
Casio’s hands blurred with speed, instantly managing to seize the wrists of two closest. The dagger in their hands was forced towards their own throats by an irresistible strength, stabbing directly through.
A few others who had just gotten close had their heads seized by a hand as big as a sandbag, smacked together like two leather balls.
With a dull groan, they passed out, bleeding from their broken heads.
Whew!
There was the sound of air being squeezed from the side.
Casio spun around like lightning, taking a heavy kick from the vest woman directly to his chest. His steel-like dark arms firmly seized her delicate ankle, and then he snapped it down like a scissor!
Crack!
Ahh!!!!!!
The sound of breaking bones and screams happened simultaneously.
The sole of the vest woman’s right foot was completely broken, the sight of her bloody ankle and broken tendons was a shocking scene.
Casio yanked her leg, then slamd a kick into the vest woman, directly booting her away.
She flew back like a broken doll, hitting a tree trunk eight or nine ters away, shaking the tree crown and causing leaves to rustle.
Green leaves fell like rain, covering the body of the vest woman, who curled up like a shrimp. There was a faint whimper from her trembling body.
Casio glanced at the woman’s tender back, shaking his head. This technique was even worse, daring to use a kick attack in front of a powerful enemy. In the Secret Martial Arts World, it was equivalent to courting death.
Once an enemy seizes your leg, your balance is lost.
You’re basically declaring your own death.
And for soone like Casio, he could even forcibly grab a woman’s leg and break it piece by piece with his hand knife.
But he didn’t want to be this bloody and violent for now. It would be unsightly to attend a eting covered in blood.
Casio turned his head again, fixing his gaze on Sunglass Man, who was trembling as he tried to stand up, obviously badly injured. His movents looked sowhat reluctant.
Taking steps forward, Casio approached step by step.
“Stop!”
From a distance behind him ca the voice of the Trench Coat Man.
Casio ignored him, continuing to move forwards.
“I told you to stop!!! Can’t you hear? I am pointing a gun at your companion’s head!” He nearly roared.
Casio finally stopped, glancing back.
The Magician stood calmly, holding Casio’s clothes, next to the sidewalk. The Trench Coat Man, with a hideous expression, held up a gun, the gun muzzle tightly aid at the Magician’s head half a ter away.
“…” Casio looked at the Magician, Bass, with a puzzled expression.
The Trench Coat Man continued to roar: “Keep away from number fifteen and twenty-six, or your companion’s head will be blown off!”
Seeing that Casio seed indifferent, he continued.
“Do you hear that?! Are you deaf? Get away from them imdiately, or I really will shoot on the spot!”
Casio’s gaze still fixed on the Magician, he opened his mouth slowly: “Why not use telekinesis? Is it too depleted?”
“What?” A confused expression appeared on the Trench Coat Man’s face.
A smile appeared on the face of the Magician next to him.
“Didn’t you tell
not to use telekinesis for the ti being?”
Casio raised an eyebrow, giving a thumbs-up. His gesture probably ant ‘impressive reading comprehension’.
“What are you talking about? This is a threat to both of you! Don’t pretend to be calm to scare !”
The expression on the Trench Coat Man’s face beca more and more hideous.
Casio still ignored him, speaking only to Bass.
“Alright then, I command you to use your psychic powers now…”
“To take out this guy pointing a gun at you.”
“Yes, sir.” The Magician turned to look at the black gun muzzle.
“You want to die? Then I will fulfill your wish!” The Trench Coat Man’s pupils were full of rage for being looked down upon, he pulled the trigger directly.
Bang! Flas spouted from the muzzle.
A bullet quickly sped towards Bass’ forehead.
However, a black tal piece appeared from nowhere, suspended mid-air and blocking its path. The bullet whizzed through it, and then through the second, third, fourth…
In front of Bass’ forehead, ten tal plates covered most of his face, obscuring his entire head. Amid the sparks, the bullet stopped on the sixth piece of tal.
It was deford and stuck to it.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Three palm-sized rectangular tal pieces flew out like poker cards, accelerating in the air. One piece flew towards the Trench Coat Man’s wrist with lightning speed, one sliced towards his neck, while the last piece spun at high speed towards his forehead.
Thud, thud, thud….
Blood splattered everywhere, blossoming like fiery red flowers in the air.
Thud. The Trench Coat Man fell to the ground.
He was lying on his back, a piece of tal stuck halfway inside his neck, and another piece impaled in the center of his forehead.
The Sunglass Man could transform in that strange way, but the Trench Coat Man and the Vest Woman couldn’t. Their reaction speed was only slightly faster than normal people, and of course, they couldn’t withstand the Magician’s full-powered three strikes.
Bass looked sowhat pale and sweaty. But his condition wasn’t too bad, his eyes and aura still calm and composed.
Footstep sounds ca from the side.
It was Casio walking over.
“You don’t have to prove your loyalty in this way. Rather than elusive loyalty, I hate stupid people without the ability even more.”
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