??Chapter 342: 205 Grim Reaper, you don’t want to….(4400)_3
Chapter 342: 205 Grim Reaper, you don’t want to….(4400)_3
Once the Devil’s Eye is branded, it cannot be removed. Even if flesh is scraped away, the mark reappears on the flesh underneath.
And even if you would go as deep as scraping to the bones, you’d find the mark.
This is the unmistakable proof of one’s identity in the organization.
Only those with the Devil’s Eye on their shoulder can be called core mbers and truly touch the real inner core of the organization.
The core mbers of the organization and the peripheral mbers are as different as night and day. The core of the organization is extrely rigorous and orderly while the peripheral mbers are quite diverse and akin to an information exchange platform.
The organization rely provides such a platform, and those who co to the platform to exchange information can be called peripheral mbers.
So, this Li Wei in front of him is just a peripheral mber?
Then how does he own shards of the door…?
However, it seems like there’s no rule that only core mbers of the organization can own shards of the door. Amos only concluded that Casio was a core mber because he had contact with the organization and also owns a piece of the door. His imdiate assumption coupled with past grudges, led to a fight breaking out.
But now, he realized he might have jumped to the wrong conclusion.
“Wait!”
Amos suddenly raised his voice, trying to clarify sothing.
But Casio was already rushing over like a shell, with his two hands striking forward and backward like spears.
Boom, boom, boom…
The two silhouettes tangled fiercely before they broke apart in an explosion, with Amos being forced to take five or six steps back to regain his balance.
He opened his mouth: “Wait…”
Whoosh!
A stream of air twisted with red ripples had already rapidly slashed over, forcing Amos to roll away involuntarily.
The arc slamd into the ground, causing an explosion.
The spread-out ripples, looking like an electric arc, grazed Amos’s waist. He let out a muffled grunt, his hands trembling slightly.
“I said, wait…”
Pow!
A fist rapidly enlarged in front of Amos’s eyes.
He didn’t get a chance to block this strike, and was instantly sent flying backward, with blood spraying from his nose.
Casio stood still, lowering his head to look at a thin bloodstained line on his throat. His punch had been just a bit more forceful, and he would have lost half of his throat.
“Ah! Dammit! Why won’t you listen to !”
Pale-faced, Amos quickly scrambled up from the ground. He wiped away the blood from his nose, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably. Unconcealed rage filled his eyes, causing the tal thread around him to vibrate violently.
Yet again, hundreds of tal threads flew out, their vibration force now accompanied by penetrative power.
All the threads, like a giant spider web, pointed at Casio. The sharp killing intent they carried made one shudder.
“Heh heh heh…” Amos chuckled quietly, taking steps towards Casio: “Over the past three years, you’re the first to have managed to hurt , and made
feel pain twice. As a reward, I will fight you with all I’ve got!”
“Tremble, you frog at the bottom of the well… you…”
“I surrender.” said Casio, his aloof personality taking over.
“What?!”
“I said, I surrender, you didn’t an to kill .”
“I…” Blood seed to be stuck in Amos’s throat. Indeed, after realizing that Casio was not a core mber of the Organization, he lost his killing intent. Although, now that the atmosphere had been built up to this point, and now you’re telling
you surrender! Amos was quite unwilling. But if they were to continue fighting, Casio wasn’t without ans to fight back and hurt him.
He definitely had the strength to hurt Amos.
Amos wasn’t afraid of anything, except pain. It was a psychological trauma of his childhood that he has never been able to overco.
Yes, he was a Grim Reaper afraid of pain…
Amos, you don’t really want to continue enduring the pain in the coming fight, do you? That would be utterly pointless…
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