??Chapter 370: 218 Comparable to Veteran Fighter (4200) _2
Chapter 370: 218 Comparable to Veteran Fighter (4200) _2
Casio charged forward with large strides, launching his opponent with a powerful punch. Feng Liusi crashed into two large trees before hitting the ground, but before he could, Casio rushed over again, beating him down like a sledgehamr.
Their rapid clashes morphed into two intertwined shadows.
One by one, gaps appeared on the surrounding tree trunks. In so places, almost half of the tree trunk was eaten away by these holes, from which a shower of light yellow wood chips fell like rain. More devastatingly, so of the trees, which only had a finger-sized hole in their barks, were split apart in all directions. The entire tree was dismbered by an unknown force.
“Bang!”
Casio was forced back by ten-odd ters. Half of the flesh on his robust hands was ripped away, so grotesquely dangling from his skin.
His arms were completely numb, devoid of any sense of pain.
“Cough, cough!” Blood trickled from the corner of Casio’s mouth. However, Feng Liusi was not in a much better state. His body bore countless wound marks, particularly two bloody holes in his neck. In their rapid exchange just two seconds ago, Casio almost impaled him with a jab.
Neither of them had gained the upper hand after almost a hundred rounds of combat. In fact, Casio had effectively reined in Feng Liusi’s Fang of Death Secret Art, minimizing its destructive power.
If a fighter of equal strength to Casio had fought with Feng Liusi, he would probably have been severely injured after a hundred strikes. The unique force of Death’s Fang was exceedingly destructive and threatening to Secret Martial Artists who relied on close combat attacks.
Hoo…
The humid cool breeze swept away the sll of blood in the air.
Feng Liusi’s hands ca together in front of his chest, his indifferent eyes full of focus on Casio. The bloodshot in his eyes had receded by half.
From the mont Feng Liusi entered his Liberated State, he had been using his Fang of Death Secret Art without switching to other moves. But it seed Feng Liusi was about to change tactics now…
A surging red mist enveloped him, forming a vortex that hugged his figure in its center. His feet positioned one in front and one behind, he requested a combat stance like that of a horse stance.
His chin-beard had been soaked red by blood, a droplet falling from its tip. Then, it was instantly crushed by his surging chest, and Feng Liusi’s hands ca together to form a lotus in front of him.
In the next mont, the lotus that seed to have instantly teleported in front of Casio blood. Dozens of palm afterimages wrapped Casio entirely like a violent storm, from all directions and angles, each with different forces and styles. Fast, hard, and ruthless!
Casio, in his Breathless Continuous Strikes state, showcased his own peak form, his striking arms seemingly multiplied to eight. His defense was as impenetrable as a ground coated with liquid rcury.
Incredibly, he resisted the Blood Reflecting Flower Secret Technique.
But, Feng Liusi’s hands swiftly ca together: “Detonate!”
Simultaneously, his palms ford a lotus again.
South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, Secret Technique, Double Blood Reflecting Flower.
The explosion of the internal force that perated his entire body caused Casio to stiffen for a barely perceptible mont. But Feng Liusi’s next Blood Reflecting Flower strike was already right behind it, hamring onto Casio’s body with snapping sounds.
“Detonate!”
The thud!
Casio was ejected diagonally from the dark cloud ford by shadows of punches and kicks, shrouded in dust and fog. His whole body skated across the withered grass, carving out a yellowish-grey tunnel-like trace.
Feng Liusi, on the other hand, leaped up, spreading his wings like a roc.
The blood-red steam spouting from him ford ghastly vulture-like wings on his back, which were seemingly dripping with blood at their tips.
A sudden rush sent Feng Liusi barrelling into the half-person-high withered grass. The next second, with a bang, he was sent flying out.
He made two or three rotations in the air before landing firmly on both feet.
From the grass, a black shadow rushed out quickly. Feng Liusi transford into a blood-red shadow and crashed into the muscular man. The clash between these two muscular n produced a sound reminiscent of striking tal. The ground under their feet trembled from the impact of the Blue Blood Qi Blade and the Blood Spear.
The surrounding trees vibrated rustlingly, and the sandy sound from the tree trunks was like falling rain. The dust on the ground also jittered repeatedly.
Only a third of the bloodshot remained in Feng Liusi’s eyes.
After pushing back Casio with a punch, Feng Liusi assud a posture similar to that of a Unicorn Fairy. It was Fang of Death Secret Art again!
The raging steam rising from his body coiled up, forming a vortex at the top of his head. With a loud collision, a giant beak protruded from the vortex, aligning itself with Feng Liusi’s downward-pressing arms.
Cry! Cry!
Two red arms, like the sharp beaks of a vulture, rushed towards Casio, and in an instant, they burst out at an unimaginable speed.
It’s not Fang of Death, it’s Beak of Death!
A mutation of the Fang of Death Secret Art, which originally channelled a special force into the palm, is now acting on the arm, turning it into a terrifying burst of speed like a turbine transforr.
At this mont, Feng Liusi’s fists were like electric drills. One was aid directly at Casio’s neck, while the other was smashed towards the left chest.
Because the speed was too fast, Casio, who was covered in injuries, couldn’t react in ti. He could only strike in that instant, one fist against Feng Liusi’s left hand, and the other pointing straight at Feng Liusi’s chest, like a mutually destructive move.
The sense of threat and pressure at that mont condensed Casio’s inspiration to the extre. The punch he swung at Feng Liusi inexplicably carried a certain rhythm, different from the killing moves of the Wind Elephant Fist like the Splitting Stream, Wind Owl, Elephant Roaring Sound, Wind Elephant Torrent, etc. Instead, it had the shadow of each killing move, this was an explosive jab!
Boom! Boom!
The huge muffled sound echoed within nearly a hundred ters.
The lakeside seed to quiet down for a mont. There were no birds circling, no leaves rustling, no fluctuations in the airflow. Only the frozen air, and the two people in the frozen air.
Casio’s fist was against Feng Liusi’s shoulder, and there was a deep fist mark of depression on Feng Liusi’s chest. Then a trace of blood extended from the oblique upper part of the fist mark all the way to the shoulder.
Casio didn’t achieve his goal, but Feng Liusi did.
The punch aid at Casio’s neck was blocked, while the other one went straight through the left chest, bursting the heart directly!
No matter how strong the Secret Martial Artist’s life force is, it is absolutely impossible to survive a burst heart. At most, it can linger for about ten seconds.
The sa goes for fighters who master the aura!
This battle, Feng Liusi, won!
Hiss Hiss Hiss~
The blood-red steam on his body dissipated, and Feng Liusi’s eyes regained their clarity. He first glanced at the dense wounds on his body, and felt the exaggerated traces on his neck and chest.
He looked sowhat apprehensively at Casio who stood on the other side.
To be able to battle with
close to the point of exhaustion with the realm of a boxer can no longer be described as talent but a freak, an absolute freak. Even though Casio had reasons to resist Feng Liusi, that was not simply a newly promoted fighter, but a veteran one.
But it’s a pity.
This kind of freak still died under South Dipper’s Red Vulture Fist.
Feng Liusi sucked in a sharp breath and withdrew his arm. Casio’s body slightly swayed, and there was a blurred hole of flesh and blood on his chest. A pair of black eyes stared at Feng Liusi, seemingly lingering before death.
“Young man, you’re strong, very strong. Just a little bit more, and you could have beaten
in my liberation state.” Feng Liusi’s heart was throbbing with dull pain, and his shoulder was equally swollen and dislocated: “I no longer have the strength to fight…” he shook his head regretfully.
“Facing my South Dipper Red Vulture Fist with all the three secret arts, secret skills and even mutated secret skills unleashed, and finally entering liberation state. After all this, only then were you killed. You have already reached the strength level of a veteran fighter.” Feng Liusi’s tone was sowhat regretful: “It’s a pity that you broke my self-seal at the beginning of the fight, forcing
into a state of deviation. Otherwise, you would not have died…”
“I can feel that you and the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist are very compatible, even like a natural pair. If I had taught you the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, your boxing realm would have advanced by leaps and bounds in a short period of ti.” Feng Liusi didn’t hide his love for gifted talents at all, he obviously intended to take Casio as his disciple. But it was just a little too late, and Feng Liusi sighed.
He walked forward a few steps, and looked at Casio, who was still standing firm even after death, shaking his head in regret. He then made eye contact with the deceased whose eyes would not close in death, and shook his head again. Finally, he slowly stretched out the only hand he could move and pressed it towards Casio’s eyes.
Looking like he wanted to close the deceased’s eyes for him.
“I will find you a good grave in Death Valley…”
Splat!
Suddenly a large hand grabbed Feng Liusi’s wrist.
Stopping him from pressing towards the face further.
Feng Liusi’s eyes widened, he incredulously glance at Casio’s black chest hole, and then at his face.
“You…It’s impossible…You…”
“Sorry, I won this battle.”
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