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Chapter 903: 467 Unlucky with No Solution (4000)

This was the first ti the Blue-eyed Hunter clan’s Wind Knife Elder t Clinic Chief Casio, and he had prepared many words and greetings in his heart beforehand. However, at this mont, Wind Knife’s mind went blank. In his field of vision, everything around seed to blur, dim, and beco unreal rapidly: the horse carriage, the woods, the horses, the road, and even the fog…

Only a single silhouette remained within that emptiness.

That silhouette arrogantly occupied his existence, occupied everything. When you saw him, no matter how many people were around, no matter how many handso n and beautiful won, no matter how many officials with power, your gaze would lock onto him alone. Your magnetic field would have been captured by the colossal magnetic field he emitted. Even deep down, you’d feel reverence and the notion to submit would arise in your heart.

Wind Knife had lived for a good part of his life, and he had never seen anyone with such a formidable aura, as if that person was ant to be the center of the environnt.

By his side, Fog Man and Nine Snakes were also breathing a bit more rapidly, their faces more intensely wearing an attitude of frenzied reverence. The commander seed to have improved during this period, as the domineering aura around him increased day by day. Moreover, this rate of increase was even faster than one could imagine.

In front of the horse carriage, Casio, dressed in a black trench coat, took a slight breath. In an instant, an invisible and transparent Qi Fla explosively contracted and curled back into his body. The next second, his aura was no different from that of an ordinary person. It was only because of his physique, appearance, and temperant that he still stood out conspicuously from the crowd. But it was already possible to interact normally.

On the journey from Florence to Shire County, Casio had been practicing the Southern Dipper Boxing thod and the Magic puppet secret weapon. Both would cause his aura to spread and strengthen significantly, unconsciously affecting others. For example, the path of the Tyrant Fist leading from the South Dou Red Vulture Fist, or the fundantal magnetic field mutation that occurred after the Demon Idol absorbed the flesh and blood of the Moon God. All this would make Casio’s presence like a black hole, drawing everyone’s attention and scrutiny.

The reason for comparing it with a black hole rather than the Sun was that Casio’s aura made people feel more frightened, wary, and even fearful. It was like facing the ultimate villain erging from darkness, not the orthodox leader’s aura reminiscent of a lion or a knight.

But Casio didn’t care about this, he didn’t need people’s praise or respect, nor did he need their worship or followings. A good reputation wouldn’t make Casio any happier. All he wanted was to follow his own path, pursue his own will, and shatter all obstacles.

As for what people thought of him or his Clinic? It didn’t matter. Whether they called them madn, crazies, psychopaths, evil spirits, monsters, it didn’t matter.

Even the doctors at the Clinic might happily accept these exceptionally fierce nicknas upon hearing them, feeling that they match our temperant very well.

Rumble, rumble…

The air vibrated slightly, a massive Qi, and a powerful aura rapidly expanded like an inflating balloon. It quickly cleared the fog within dozens of ters around, making the field of vision clear and pure.

The next second, the Qi and aura reentered Casio’s body. He took a step forward, “Fog Man, Nine Snakes, you two did pretty well on this Task. If you want any reward, just ask for it…”

Fog Man and Nine Snakes glanced at each other, seeing excitent and agitation in each other’s eyes. They said in unison, “Sir, we want the sa reward as Otto, that miraculous secret martial art…”

As they uttered these words, their eyes were drawn to a silhouette quietly approaching from Casio’s left. It was Otto, who had beco younger after practicing the boxing thod. He was handso and scholarly, with neatly combed back dark hair, dressed in a fitted long coat, exuding an air of grace yet strength.

As prisoners from the third underground level of the Wild Beast’s Nest, Otto’s progress in strength was the quickest and most ferocious among the four. Especially after he had mastered the Shadow Moon Fist that Casio transmitted, his combat ability soared. Among the Clinic’s four commanders, Fog Man, who was originally on par with Otto, and Nine Snakes, who was stronger than Otto, were no longer Otto’s match.

Only the Ascetic, originally the strongest of the four, received the greatest benefit as the power boost from the Demon Seed and Demon Idol Totem was precisely about the Physical Body. The Ascetic’s original strength increased the most. This enabled him to contend with Otto, reaching an almost fifty-fifty level during Sparring comparisons.

One could imagine the transformation Shadow Moon Fist brought to Otto.

Naturally, Fog Man and Nine Snakes coveted this.

“Shadow Moon Fist?” Casio quickly understood the two’s request. “However, the Characteristics of this boxing thod do not suit either of you. Well then, after so ti, I will impart two secret boxing thods to each of you that match your individual propensities. When that mont cos, consider whether you still want the reward I offer. If you don’t want it, you can opt for a Demon Seed and Totem…”

Upon hearing this, Fog Man was ecstatic, and even the more composed Nine Snakes showed joy on his face. Both respectfully thanked Casio for his generous rewards.

Actually, whether or not Fog Man and Nine Snakes had rendered any ritorious service, Casio would still have imparted the boxing thods he had just created to them. In the process of Mimicry and creation of the Southern Dipper Boxing thod, Casio was deconstructing the Southern Dipper Secret Transmission. From a creator’s perspective, he analyzed the underlying logic, deepening his Insights.