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??Chapter 407: 236 Domain of Domination (4000) _2

Chapter 407: 236 Domain of Domination (4000) _2

Whoosh! Casio’s silhouette disappeared in an instant across the arena.

A flash of brilliance crossed Justin’s eyes as his figure disappeared simultaneously.

“Three Ring Hamr Mark!”

He suddenly appeared alongside Casio in the center of the fighting field. He rotated his right hand swiftly, using his arm as a tal hamr handle, his fist as the hamrhead, and the knuckle of his index finger as the hamr’s tip, slinging it sideways!

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the accelerated fist echoed through the air.

“Are you really going to go all out!? Excellent!” Casio’s mouth raised into a smirk, the corner of his red eyes extending out like the wings of a high-flying feather, carrying a wicked aura.

“Red Mist Finger Gun!”

Seemingly sensing his opponent’s battle intent, he neither dodged nor avoided this attack. His blackish-green hands extended like two pythons, with his fingers acting as the sharp tusks. The sharp tooth point fiercely collided with the blunt hamrhead.

Pfft!

At the point of collision, the rapidly pressured air ford a white arc, a cake-like air arc that was half the size of a fist.

An air wave burst out with a whoosh.

Craack! The crisp sound of a bone fracture resounded.

Who got injured?

No, both of them got injured.

Justin abruptly pulled back, his right-hand muscles involuntarily trembling slightly. The flesh and blood at the joint of his index finger got rubbed open by Casio’s drill-like finger gun, revealing the stark white bone beneath.

Blood flowed non-stop from the exposed wound.

On the other hand, Casio still stood in his place, showing an ambiguous, eerie smile on his face. He raised his just-exhibited right hand, an oddly twisted finger stuck out among all. They were both fighters, and they used the sa attack, finger against fist.

Casio’s finger, of course, was broken, even though his physique was extraordinarily robust. Under normal circumstances, Casio would never do this. But a murderous personality was not exactly normal. Different ways of responding to the sa moves could be called a style.

The Red Vulture Fist took on a bloody and murderous style, and when it was coupled with the murderous personality driving the boxing thod, it naturally beca even more extre in this style. Watching the blood dripping constantly from his finger joints, Casio’s murderous personality’s smile intensified.

Justin felt a chill, didn’t this hurt him?

Whoosh, Casio instantly disappeared from Justin’s sight. Justin’s eyes focused, and he imdiately maximized his aura surrounding his body. All at once, he sensed a high-speed human-shaped object violently charging from his back left side.

The speed was extrely fast, bringing with it a gust of wind.

Justin suddenly turned and swung, chopping furiously with a Hand Knife. Surprisingly, Casio did neither block nor evade and took the blow on his neck. Casio then crashed into Justin like a shell and tilted his body.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Justin felt as if he had collided with a rhino and was sent flying back. As the surrounding beca blurry, he could only see the black silhouette closely following behind him in mid-air. He flew back dozens of ters continuously.

Clang!

Justin hit the iron railing hard behind him, causing the solid iron pillar to protrude outward abruptly. The rivets embedded into the marble floor loosened considerably, and a few even broke off and flew out.

“Cough!”

A bit of fresh blood overflowed from his mouth, and then he forcefully shifted to the left, brushing past the iron railing and twirling to the side.

The next second, a shadow of a fist erged abruptly.

Thud!

An intense explosion echoed throughout the fighting field.

The iron railing, almost ten ters long where Justin had just hit, was suddenly blown away by Casio’s fist. Even the five or six supporting pillars on the railing, like feet, hit against the marble pillars of the fighting field with a clang.

“Holy cow!”

The audience, over twenty ters away and watching the fight, couldn’t help but exclaim, their voices tinted with a hint of fear.

“Shouldn’t we be standing further away…” Elder Lairoel of the Blossom Sword Path stared at the deford steel column, swallowing his saliva, “I have a feeling we might get accidentally injured if we are too close…”

“Yes, it… it is necessary to maintain a safe distance.”

Another elder of a martial arts school responded.

Imdiately, the people from Windsor County’s Secret Martial Arts Schools neatly retreated a dozen ters backwards, fearing they would be affected by the two n’s battle.

Rune, the Gate Master of the Red Vulture Boxing Gate, inexplicably seed sowhat excited and agitated, his fists clenched at his side.

“This is the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, this is my father’s South Dipper Red Vulture Fist! Justin is completely under it!”

On the edge of the railing, a middle-aged man from the Star Ring Fist who was a bit slow to react finally ca to his senses. “Aro, we should back off too…” he said, looking at a large gap in the railing.

“Aro.” “Aro?” “Hmm?”

He turned his head to see Aro, his hands wrapped in bandages, standing as rigid as a puppet. “Has this kid been hit?” the middle-aged man sighed, he was Aro’s uncle. He had accompanied him to Windsor County this ti to challenge various schools.

The middle-aged man thought of so comforting words and stepped forward to put his hand on Aro’s shoulders. Instead, Aro collapsed stiffly. At the sa ti, a blood-stained nail fell on the marble floor with a clatter.

“Damn, he really was hit!” The middle-aged man quickly knelt down and checked Aro’s injuries. Fortunately, the injuries were not serious. There was just a hole in his head, which may leave a scar. He had fainted temporarily and may have a slight concussion.

How could the audience still be in danger while watching a boxing match?

The middle-aged man imdiately dragged Aro behind a large marble load-bearing pillar to prevent any following accidents. The two fighters’ battle was indeed a bit intense and the aftershocks were strong. But his nephew really had bad luck, being affected several tis.

It’s better to hide far away.

In the fighting arena, two silhouettes continued to collide fiercely.

Like two whirlwinds, one black and one white, waves of air fluctuated and dispersed. The center of the battle seed to be decimated by a tornado, constantly sending obstacles in the way of the two fighters flying.

In an instant, the seemingly sturdy circular railing was badly deford and shattered. There was a hole every few ters, and the marble ground was full of twisted columns.

Bang!

Justin threw a straight punch, landing on Casio’s right shoulder like a long spear. Casio, however, didn’t care and threw a hook punch at Justin’s waist, causing him to stagger badly.

Justin thrust out his left leg and ramd back. His cross-mounted elbow collided with Casio’s palm. At this mont, both of their arms were scarred, full of blood. Their clothes were also seriously torn in the fight, like rags.

It’s worth noting that Casio only used moves in the recent fight, and did not use the destructive Deathfang Power. He had also not used it when he previously challenged the two fighters in Windsor County. It’s not that Casio wanted to save strength, but he just wanted to maintain a good reputation, so that he could challenge more fighters. If he used the grip of Deathfang Power to disable others’ limbs, the bloody reputation would scare off potential competitors in the Secret Martial Arts World. As for opponents that Casio was confident of defeating, various moves would do, they could also narrow the gap in strength, serving to polish his skills. Of course, for those he had no confidence in, he would have to use full power.

The intense fight in the center of the arena continued.

“Sinister Hand Knife!”

Justin’s right arm swung towards Casio like a large knife.

“Bloody Reflecting Flower, Thousand Palms!”

The lotus at Casio’s chest suddenly blood, thousands of palms stretched out, leaving afterimages, and covered Justin all around.

In mid-air, a black and a white figure collided.

Boom!

Justin was thrown fiercely, accelerated by the explosion of the Bloody Reflecting Flower, he crossed the railing and hit a marble load-bearing pillar. A muffled sound followed by the sound of falling.

He kneeled on the ground, trembling, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Struggling to lift his head.

Tens of ters away.

Casio stood quietly in the fighting arena, his scarlet eyes staring in this direction, the cross-shaped dent on his forehead glowing with bloody light.

Strangely carrying a trace of inhuman, eerie energy.

“Fear leads to defeat, only unstoppable montum can lead to victory in a tight confrontation. Feng Liusi, I feel sowhat closer to the Domain of Domination you ntioned…”