??Chapter 502: 279 More Violent Approach (4000)_1
Chapter 502: 279 More Violent Approach (4000)_1
At eight o’clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the weather had been clear for the past few days. The oblique light sprinkled through the city, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, it shone on the marble floor of the Tulip Antiques Exhibition Hall. The faintly reflected light made the reflections of a few people by the window sowhat blurred.
This was Hall 09, located at the far end of the main hall to the east.
So, there were only a sparse few people, around five or six in total.
One reason was its peripheral location; another was the impact of yesterday’s incident.
Except for those truly interested in these antiques, at least half the people had cancelled their third day at the antique exhibition.
After all, no one wanted to be inexplicably caught up in an attack that could pose a danger to their personal safety and property.
Therefore, on the third day of the Tulip Antiques Exhibition, the number of visitors visibly dwindled. What was once a bustling hall now seed emptier, other than a few higher profile antiques halls, the rest were sowhat deserted. The lodious classical music echoed in the spacious hall, inexplicably bringing a touch of chill.
“Spiral Eyed Sword…”
In Hall 09, a blond-haired youth murmured to himself.
In front of the wall in the center of the exhibition hall, a longsword hung on the wall, half of it bathed in sunlight, making it clear. Unlike the large knight longsword, the Spiral Eyed Sword was not exaggeratedly 1.5 to 2 ters long, but only 1.2 ters overall.
It presents a cross-like appearance with strange flas like waves on both sides of the blade. The black contours on the edge seem to spiral, creating an illusion at first glance.
The hilt of the sword has a standard ball-shaped ornant to balance the blade. However, this ball-shaped object is shaped like an eyeball, although its contours deep inside are sowhat vague and dim due to erosion over ti, its overall appearance is still visible.
Below the sword hilt, two small branches, each with a blade, extend outward.
The edges seem to have fine serrations.
Combined with the grooves on the blade, it gives a grim and bloody feeling that screams deadly weapon at first glance.
Casio took a careful look, even though he was a boxer, it didn’t prevent him from appreciating the savage beauty of cold weapons. After all, in the last retrospective, he also mastered a skill, Mida’s Cross Sword. If he were to use it, he would be no less proficient than masters who have mastered swordsmanship for decades.
Of course, this only applies to ordinary people.
Secret sword techniques are not considered within this range.
He took another look at the Spiral Eyed Sword and looked down at the text description beside it, which had no information. The information was blank.
Turning his head, Casio walked towards the main hall.
In the center of the hall, so of the most precious antiques were on display, surrounded by security personnel. They were dressed in black, their eyes occasionally sweeping over the visitors.
Casio approached and focused on a pillar.
Inside a glass cover, a palm-sized rectangular box sat in the middle, seeming both golden and wooden. Under the natural light, it emitted a tallic luster.
The surface is exceptionally smooth with no cracks.
This was indeed the Cupan Magic Box that the Blood Spirit Association desired deeply.
Casio narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly sensing the veiled gazes from the crowd around him and the dark and biological aura emanating from the bodies of several mbers of the Blood Spirit Association.
Over ti, although the Blood Spirit Association had suffered nurous setbacks and both deputy leaders had fallen, their target had not changed. The Cupan Magic Box was a must-have. Not only because of its function, but because it was a hidden key.
The association’s leader’s ideas were clear; even if all the Dead Blood in Kula City were to be sacrificed, as long as he could get the Cupan Magic Box, it would be considered a gain. Both for himself and for the entire Dead Blood Clan. As a result, he had made up his mind to use the concentrated Fury Potion, side effects be damned!
The Dead Blood sent in the morning were real death row inmates here to observe the specific situation inside the antique exhibition. Even if they were discovered and killed, there would be no problem. The real fight would be in the afternoon.
Casio didn’t want to pay attention to these small fries; there was no other activity for the whole morning. He occasionally speculated in his heart about Feng Liusi, who was cultivating in the hotel with Cat, and whether he had made a breakthrough.
Sheng Feinan was also at the hotel, and only he ca to the Tulip Antiques Exhibition to investigate the situation. This was mainly to guard against so forces making their move early since the situation was changing rapidly, and no one could tell for sure.
Close to noon, Casio ran into a familiar face.
At the corner of the hallway between the east and west exhibition halls, the two who accidentally t stopped their footsteps. While the Black Peacock had a handso black hair appearance, and he was wearing glasses today, his eyes were very dim and deep.
His gaze fixed on Casio, his aura mysteriously gloomy.
“What, didn’t get enough beating the other day?”
With a faint smile, Casio took the initiative to start the conversation.
The Black Peacock humd coldly: “You’re in the way!”
In a low voice, there was a chill that felt like a autumn breeze cutting through.
“No, you’re in my way.”
Casio stared at the loser in front of him, his gaze quickly cooled. He did not have a good temper for the Organization.
The two are in conflict, their eyes seed to spark fire in the air, even the surrounding air flow seed to freeze.
In a vague sense, it seed as if illusions were erging. Dark currents rolled and revolved, like a dark black peacock spreading its tail. The red aura expanded and tore apart, condensing into a giant Blood Vulture.
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