??Chapter 508: 282 Grand lee (4000)_1
Chapter 508: 282 Grand lee (4000)_1
As the president of the Blood Spirit Association, Lian had previously interacted with the Organization a few tis, therefore he was acquainted with so core mbers. Of these, Ghost Knife Garoro, who frequently appeared in the Federation’s eastern territories, left the most profound impression on him. The mory mostly stemd from his theatrical and top-tier combat prowess, along with the three blades he wielded, each honed to an extre sharpness.
They seemingly could sever anything that stood in the way of his objective.
His strength was undoubtedly formidable.
After taking the berserker potion, Lian’s mind had beco sowhat chaotic. However, even under the relentless attacks aid at his immortality by Feng Liusi and Casio, he still sensed potent danger.
If they continued fighting, he could die…
Therefore, while Lian’s mind still held a shred of clarity, he busted through the enclosure wall at the cost of two gaping holes in his body, hoping to seek other mbers of the Organization for help. Besides, he still had so aces up his sleeve…
He could not simply stand there, accepting his death in the eting hall.
Under the sunlight, on the square, five figures erged, engaged in a wild brawl as they furiously erged from the hall.
Lian’s call for help instantly reached Ghost Knife’s ears.
His mood wasn’t good as one of his blades had broken, but he didn’t have a choice. Given the situation, he had to save his ally.
In Ghost Knife’s eyes, there were three formidable forces on the field. One was a trio that had attacked him in Donghaishi’s temporary Blood Nest. The other was an unexpected alliance between the Steward of the Black chanism and a Yunquan Fist fighter.
Unfortunately, both of these forces harbored so resentnt towards the Organization. If they tead up, their combined force, including mostly veteran fighters, would easily outnumber the three fighters from the Organization.
Therefore, it was crucial to have support from Lian, a veteran fighter and president of the Blood Spirit Association. With his undying resilience, he could easily hold off two fighters of the sa level.
Even though he was currently heavily injured, given enough ti, Lian, as an Indestructible Dead Blood, could quickly recover.
And add substantial combat strength to the fray
“Purple General, let’s go together!!!”
Without any hesitation, Garoro pulled out his sword and advanced. His entire silhouette resembled a sword drawn from its sheath, opening up a path straight ahead. His right hand traced an ambiguous radian around his waist.
A dangerous blue flicker violently shimred in the sunlight.
“Okay.”
The Purple General, normally lazy, had ward up after the rocket grenade incident and was now ready for battle. His white shirt was full of holes, showing signs of being scorched by flas. The underlying solidly built muscle group gleaming under the sun emitted a faint purple glow.
This seed to be the effect of so secret martial art that reinforced the body.
With a ripping sound, his already tattered shirt was torn off. Half-naked Purple General revealed a tattoo completely covering his chest. At the center of his chest, just where his iron plate-like pectoral muscles were, a purple ring the size of a human head appeared, with what seed to be pathways that extended towards every part of his body.
“Ring of the Earth, Thousand-Pound Arms!”
Like a floodgate had been opened, a surge of power flooded out. The glow from the Purple General’s chest ring was intense, and the paths connecting to his arms instantly brightened.
The contours of his muscular arms swelled up, emitting a deep purple-red light, and grew substantially in size. The ferocious veins underneath his skin spread to every corner like tree branches.
Boom, a piece of the marble floor beneath him was instantly pulverized.
Similarly, the Purple General disappeared, following Ghost Knife.
A black and purple silhouette darted out with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, aid straight at the five n chasing each other around in the plaza.
“Stab!”
The blue long knife that Garoro had been holding vanished instantly as a bright teor suddenly appeared in the air.
Carrying a wave of golden-red fla.
Only upon a closer look could one realize that it was actually a knife blade speeding forward. The tip rubbing against the air and moving alarmingly fast, it illustrated the power the knife held when it was launched!
“Screech!”
A raptor scread, overshadowing the humming of the blade.
A crimson figure rushed out. It put its hands into a ferocious posture, preemptively charging towards the knife.
With a flash, claws and the knife clashed.
Ten red fingers, akin to shark teeth, dinged against the blade. An intense wrestling of two powerful forces caused a golden-red spark on the blade.
The sound of tal resonating was utterly teeth-clenching.
“Ghost Knife, hehehe…”
The deep laughter was filled with an abstract mockery.
Feng Liusi tightly gripped the stabbing knife and casually said, “I don’t know how you managed to recover, but I can tell, you have weakened, while I…have grown stronger.” He added confidently, “Today, you may not necessarily win against …”
His words faltered as he seed to notice sothing, “Oh, you lost one of your knives. I’m sorry, you’re dead…”
He straightforwardly announced Garoro’s death sentence, not entertaining any refutation.
“Haha, how ridiculous!!! Even if I can’t use my Three Blade Style, with just my Two-Sword Style I can still defeat and kill you!”
“Sub-par loser…”
In Garoro’s eyes, only coldness and confidence remained.
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