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??Chapter 817: 426 Dark Hunt Number Two, Casio (4100)

Chapter 817: 426 Dark Hunt Number Two, Casio (4100)

Whoosh…

It felt as if a viscous fluid was rapidly coursing through Casio’s body, as the massive strength he had always been suppressing briefly unleashed itself, flooding into his limbs and muscles like a surge of air. His entire body suddenly swelled and enlarged, his arms displayed a network of bulging blue veins, twined like black branches.

Bang!

The ground trembled like an earthquake, and in an instant, Casio’s silhouette spanned a distance of five ters, like a sharpened knife tearing through the air. His hefty palm swung fiercely, resembling a siege hamr, and the imnse power exploded into rings of white airwaves mid-air. Not only that, a rich crimson Qi surged and swept in, heavily smashing down!

Louis’s pupils contracted in a flash, becoming pinpricks, his clothes rumpled into waves of folds from the fierce punch wind, rolling wildly like waves.

One of the highest transformations of the Phantom Body, ineffective! Instead of pacifying, it enraged the beast in human skin, driving it to a near madness.

No, perhaps there was a slight effect—it indeed influenced Bai Kui. But this influence was not weakening, it was a terrifying enhancent.

It was as if the cage of a fierce beast had been opened, and bloodshed was imminent.

Whoosh! A deep red arc-shaped cavity was carved out of the air.

The ferocious fist advanced rapidly and then exploded with a bang!

A palm twice the size of a normal person’s interceded in the fist’s path, and at once, the horrific power detonated, air standing still montarily.

Then it burst forth explosively, rings upon rings of white airwaves spun rapidly, carrying along sand and dust to form billowing grey fog.

Louis stumbled backward two steps, his gaze suddenly turned forward. A tall and burly silhouette stood between him and Bai Kui, having taken that punch for him. It was Case, the number one Shadow Hunter Giant Statue.

His formidable stature, a full three ters tall, muscles robust and thick as armor, his broad back was like a wall. Due to the sudden eruption, Case’s clothes were torn into strips by the swollen muscles, now hanging off his shoulders, waving with the wind like a cape.

What Case was now deploying was the Giant Statue powered by seventy Holy Marks to the limit. As the na suggests, it’s a transformation that makes the body huge and powerful, bringing a terrifying enhancent to the physical body. Muscles, epidermis, and even skeleton would beco as hard and powerful as steel.

And with the swelling of his size, his strength also increased proportionally.

Case’s Giant Statue had three stages. At three ters tall, with grey-white skin, it represented the first stage. A subsequent outburst, swelling to four ters, veins bulging, the skin turning to a dark copper color marked the second stage.

Then there was a third stage where the entire skin glowed with faint gold, like a five-ter-tall golden giant, its every move like a tank roaming. Under such an explosive force, Giant Statue Case could even compete with Holy Light Hunter Dilixiati. Even the Chief Inspector of the Black chanism sighed at the boundless potential of the number one Shadow Hunter Giant Statue Case, who had the hope to go further in the future.

With Case blocking in front of him, Louis breathed a sigh of relief, unexpectedly feeling a sense of security. He imdiately realized he had been afraid of Casio’s punch just now; or else he wouldn’t have felt this way.

And with Case stepping in, it also ant that he had lost…

Louis’s mood quickly darkened, and he was about to calm the turbulent remnant Qi boiling inside him. Ssss ssss ssss! Suddenly, a fierce friction sound ca from the front, and looking up, he saw a shocking scene.

Like a pile driver, Giant Statue Case’s feet were nailed into the ground, his legs splitting wide in a stance to withstand the imnse force. Yet, his huge figure was still being pushed backward, his ankles buried into the mud. Like two iron ploughs, they carved out five-ter-long trenches in the hard ground.

Louis clearly saw Case’s lower leg trousers burst apart, revealing stubborn, rugged muscles with thick veins pulsating fiercely.

This was clearly a very serious exertion of strength.

Yet, he was still ruthlessly suppressed by the opponent, unable to stop his montum!

Louis stepped back a great distance, then suddenly saw Giant Statue Case let out a ferocious roar, echoing in the valley. His figure began to swell rapidly, his skin gradually changing from white to black. In the ti it took for one arm-wrestling bout, he was entering the second stage! Such was the imnse pressure he faced.

Crack crack crack… A series of noises ca from the bones being pressed and rubbing against each other.

Case’s stature reached four ters, turning into a small giant with black bronze skin. His whole form was like an Iron Tower, his skin shining with a smooth tallic luster. He suddenly spread his arms apart and thrust out with both fists.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The continuous impact sounded like shells fired in succession, as if thousands of artillery guns were booming in the valley. Amidst the dust, there erged two competing silhouettes, one tall and white, the other short and black, locked in a fistfight!

Their four arms, like engines with springs installed, constantly retracted for compression, then exploded like shells. The trajectories of the fists had turned into a swath of afterimages, like the swift passing of dark clouds.

Directly ahead, two dark clouds collided, becoming indistinguishable. Beside them, massive air waves exploded, like rain fog swept through by a gale. The entire valley’s airflow was stirred up, carrying along whistles and howls. The air spun, cutting like blades.

The onlookers were wildly tossed about, squinting their eyes as if they had weathered an 18-level typhoon, their hair disheveled like weeds. Holy Light Hunter Dilixiati raised his hand, holding down his black wide-brimd hat. The already injured Lion King Soss swayed as if he might be blown down in the next second like a straw. And Solomon, left unattended in the distance, was even unluckier, spinning around like a rolling trash can.