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Chapter 559: 306 Five months (4100)_1

Casio’s movents were slightly immature, but he had at least learned two-thirds of the Essence, Qi, and Spirit. He extended his curved fingers, transforming into the bulky tusks of a python, subtlety consuming the air between his fingertips.

He spread his feet powerfully, lowered his center of gravity, adopting a purely defensive stance rather than showing an offensive montum.

It’s better not to be too arrogant in the face of an Extre Fist.

Casio had learned his lesson the first two tis, and although he now wanted to taste the elder’s Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist, he also understood the specific enemy strength situation. The gap between them could not be bridged with force alone.

He decided to change from motion to calm, and cautiously explored first.

While the thoughts crossed his mind, the white-haired elder had already adopted his stance, like he did the last two tis. It was indeed the starting posture among the combat styles of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist. His left foot was forward, and his right foot was pulled diagonally behind. His waist slightly bent like a bowstring, and his arms slowly crossed in front of his chest.

Next to the pond, in the mist, the old and the young locked eyes deeply.

At this mont, they had a strangely similar temperant. Both exuded a cold chanical sense, devoid of humanity.

Neither side made a move, like two poisonous snakes in a tense standoff before an explosion. The atmosphere in the air gradually solidified.

Whoosh!

In Casio’s chilling gaze, the elder moved! He took a big step forward, entering within the one-ter range.

“Retreat, dodge, rush in, elbow attack…” The Aloof Personality completed the combat calculation in an instant and executed it rigorously.

Casio’s muscles shuddered slightly, retracting his stance instantly. Power erged from the lumbar spine, and his body was ready to dodge silently expecting an in-coming punch. Bang! A striking sound echoed from the left waist.

He winced at the side of his waist and his body instinctively dodged it to the right side.

Just then, a hand knife swiftly tore through the air, like the fierce strike of a swinging python’s tail, fiercely slapped on his right waist! Bang! The tough flesh under the clothes churned, and an Echo Strength violently drilled in.

A feeling of surprise rose in Casio’s heart as he was preemptively anticipated twice in quick succession, his moves and locations. The elder’s fist and knife seed to know exactly where he would be, waiting for him in advance.

Does this an that he has been reckoned?

In the mont of retreat, this Extre Fist calculated his position through his muscles’ movent and his gaze.

No! Even earlier than that.

And it wasn’t passive, but active.

When the elder stepped forward within a ter of Casio, everything that followed was inevitable! He was forcing Casio to make a pre-anticipated next move.

A ter’s distance is neither long nor short.

It just so happens to be on the edge of a threatening category.

Casio judged that he needed to retreat, so he was at a disadvantage.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

On the open ground, two silhouettes collided three tis. Elbow versus fist, knee versus palm, knife versus knife.

The elder’s boxing technique and skill were indeed far beyond Casio, but both used basic moves.

Casio was not so bad as to be unable to defend himself.

Bang!

Once the hands touched, they parted. The blond silhouette took a spinning step to stabilize. “The moves that are blocked don’t get hit with Echo Strength?”

He frowned slightly, the thought struck him instantly, this must be the elder’s test thod. First, the successors must use the basic moves of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist, second, during basic moves sparring, each punch from the elder accumulates an Echo Strength in the body until it reaches a certain level and then bursts it.

Third, the elder would not repeat the basic moves when attacking. Each move was different until the basic moves of Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist were completed. So, the test ti was limited.

A few seconds later.

Boom!

Another collision, mid-air currents seed to explode into a Dense Fog. Casio’s this block resulted in a collapse, and a handprint lightly marked his chest, the force surging into his body.

Boom! Crack!

The tall figure fell back, drawing a straight line over ten ters, and heavily hitting a tree the size of a man’s embrace.

“Cough, cough… eight moves… couldn’t I even hold up ten moves?”

The blond youth clutched his collapsing chest; blood spilt from his mouth like a fountain. The Echo Strength inside his body rolled and boiled like magma, ready to explode, bringing intense secondary damage.

In this final mont, Casio shifted his body back a bit, lifted his back, and chose a more comfortable posture. As soon as he stabilized, his chest burst like an explosion. The internal pressure shattered the blood vessels and skin, and a hundred bright red blood flowers blood.

World of Qi restarted for the third ti, ten minutes later.

A blond corpse rolled over on the ground and jumped up like a fish.

Stretching his limbs slightly, Casio’s pupils looked sowhat darker.

After personally experiencing just now, he had basically noticed the most important characteristics of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist.

Brutal and flawed.

Calculation and anticipation.

Like a precise and calm machine, it’s a static snake. Unlike the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, it doesn’t exhibit a frantic invasion or a sense of domination. All aspects reveal a sense of calm and rationality, leaving multiple ways out when striking.

It didn’t feel like a fight, more like a calculation.

Fists run forward in the middle of a block, hand knives cut points of balance, and footsteps firmly predict the dodge position.

Like a spider weaving its web, driving the prey step by step to the corner, forcing it to make the next move. It won’t make mistakes, won’t give any loopholes, won’t give any chances, it’s cold and ruthless.

“Now I’ve only learned half of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist’s basic boxing thods, which is far from enough. After learning, I’m afraid I still have to improve my proficiency step by step, until I can support it until the end of the ti under the Extre Fist… I don’t know if hundreds of lives will be enough…” For the first ti, a sense of worry arises in Casio’s heart.