??Chapter 878: 455 Ultimate Insult!!! (4300)
Chapter 878: 455 Ultimate Insult!!! (4300)
The Moon God statue shattered, the disc collapsed, signifying that the chieftain of the Black Moon clan was about to et his death. Just as the broken moonlight returned to annihilation.
On the ground, the ten-ter tall White Jade Statue gradually disintegrated, layers upon layers of fragnts falling. The glimring white dust drifted far away with the night breeze.
Crack!
An Iron Hand suddenly grabbed the edge of the Moon Disc, while the other hand burrowed into the center of the disc like a drill, piercing through with a bang. However, on the other side of the disc, there was no sign of an arm protruding. It was as if there was another space inside the Moon Disc, leading to a mysterious and unnad source of power.
Whirr!
After a sticky pulling sound, Casio’s arm was withdrawn from the center of the Moon Disc. The surface of his palm was still covered with strands of spider web-like, moon-colored sticky substance, which looked like sludge, but in fact, it was a highly concentrated form of energy. As soon as it ca into contact with Air, it collapsed and dispersed.
What was left was a fist-sized piece of blurred flesh which, at that mont, throbbed like a Heart, contracting and expanding. Casio sensed an extrely dangerous Aura on this piece of flesh, albeit very weak. He had felt a similar pressure on the Totem King before, only the Totem King’s was more vibrant, more full of Life force.
This piece of flesh, however, flickered like a candle in the wind, like dead embers on the verge of extinguishing.
“The Moon God very likely is a dark ultimate entity…”
“But why would it lose a piece of flesh?”
“Now, what is the situation with the Moon God?”
Many thoughts flashed through Casio’s mind in an instant, and he realized that the Black Moon clan leader couldn’t die just yet. He had to be thoroughly interrogated first, to be squeezed for all his worth before being dealt with. With that, Casio reached out with a Palm.
Swish!
His arm transford into a black Long Spear, piercing once more into the center of the Moon Disc.
At this mont, however, the Moon Disc on the Moon God Statue accelerated its decomposition. In less than a mont’s ti, only one-tenth of the Area remained. The fragnts slicing through the Air brought with them an extrely sharp and terrifying white light. It seed as if the space inside the Moon Disc was collapsing, cutting through the surroundings.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Two or three fragnts collided with Casio’s sturdy arm, imdiately emitting a teeth-gritting sound of cutting and collision, with sparks flying. The sleeve of his Trench Coat was instantly shredded into pieces, yet the Muscles and skin beneath remained intact with no trace of injury. Only a few shallow white marks appeared, which vanished in the blink of an eye.
The Rock White skin still shone with an indestructible tallic luster.
A Physical Body at the Extre Fighter Level allowed Casio to do many things recklessly, things that regular Ultimate Fighters couldn’t even imagine.
Crack! Whoosh!
With a sudden pull, a silhouette, now a blurring ss of flesh, fell from the Moon Disc. It twitched slightly on the ground, clearly badly injured and near death.
Drip…
Casio’s feet touched the ground, his black boots crushing the Sculpture fragnts.
Crack, crack, crack, crack…
The sound of boots crushing fragnts seed to trigger a chain reaction, as the grand and exquisite Moon God statue behind him completely collapsed. With a thunderous roar, countless fragnts fell, bringing with them dust as if a fluorescent rain had descended.
The Air flow pressed and swept across the ground, like rolling waves.
The hem of the black Trench Coat fluttered and swirled, like a floating, rolling dark cloud. Casio’s Blond Hair swept forward in the air, his gaze indifferently scanning the Battlefield, his majestic and upright figure standing firm amidst the Gale.
His Field of View fixed on a dark spot, his brow slightly furrowed.
Boom, whoosh!
A white-expanding Cavity was left on the spot in the midst of the fluorescent rain Fog, spanning nearly a hundred ters. In an instant, he arrived at the center of the Battlefield where Fog Man and Shadow Demon were entangled.
“Bang!”
A blurry black silhouette like a teor forced its way in, a Fist flying out. The Gale roared, and the Air buzzed together. With his black boots planted on the ground, Casio slowly turned around. Five ters ahead, a large clump of black, pitch-like shadow exploded in mid-air, forming a dynamic, fan-shaped parabola. And beneath the shadow were the legs of the Shadow Demon, still rooted to the ground. Everything above those legs was pulverized by the punch, as Deathfang Power furiously decomposed and tore it apart.
At a distance of ten ters, Fog Man, still in his attacking stance, frozen in place. His abnormally swollen Fog arms stopped mid-air, his eyes reflecting shock. However, upon seeing Casio’s silhouette, the astonishnt dissipated, replaced by a fervent adoration.
An adoration akin to worshipping a God!
Fog Man was utterly convinced that the Clinic Director must be one of the few individuals standing at the very top of the Pyramid, the most powerful in the world! Just the sight of an easygoing punch had killed the undying Shadow Demon he had battled for so long. The gap between them was imasurable.
The Power the Clinic Director held could definitely be described as grand.
Secret Martial Art, yes, that was the na of that power!
Otto, that old man, had already stepped into the Secret Martial Art with the Clinic Director’s help, and he must not fall behind! In a few days, he must seek advice from the Clinic Director, to reach out to this power that truly leads directly to the pinnacle…
Fog Man’s heart surged, and the ring of blood-red Fog around him leaped with his emotions, as if it were a fla fiercely burning. In the distance, a group of Clinic Doctors also approached. They first glanced at the remnants of the powerful Demon Idol, then their fervent gazes turned collectively towards Casio.
“Demon Idol! Demon Idol! Demon Idol!”
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