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??Chapter 963: 493 Respect as if they were God (4000)

Chapter 963: 493 Respect as if they were God (4000)

In the last monts before his consciousness faded, the First King was filled with unwillingness, regret, and rage. Unwilling because he could not fathom dying in such an inexplicable manner, especially when his journey to the Isles of Immortality was about to comnce, and he was on the cusp of fully resolving the side effects of the Blood Soul Secret Box, heralding a period of trendous increase in his strength.

His regret stemd from provoking the Magical Golem Sect, marking its four Fighters as his prey. It turned out that there was an old monster lurking behind these four, waiting in the shadows, like a mantis stalking a cicada. He had unwittingly beco the prey!

The rage was the shout that the First King let out just before his death.

Arlington! Damn Arlington!

If it hadn’t been for his sudden suggestion to take care of the arrogant Magical Golem Sect along the way, how could he have fallen into such a dire situation? Perhaps, conspiratorially thinking, Arlington had intentionally dug a hole for him to fall into.

He and that old monster from the Magical Golem Sect were in cahoots, coveting the information about the Ancient Ruins on the Isles of Immortality and wanting to monopolize the gains! Now that he was dood to die, only the Magic Phoenix Holy Fist remained. Then, everything would be easy to settle. It was even possible that they would plot against the Magic Phoenix Holy Fist next!

All kinds of unwillingness, all kinds of regret, all kinds of anger.

Finally turned into a roar.

“Ar…ling…ton!!!!”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Earth Dragon turned over, throwing up soil, spreading out in a ring like the waves of an ocean. A large expanse of the woods swayed and writhed, with trees toppling down and leaves quivering and scattering. Dense spiderweb-like cracks spread across the earth, with black mud gushing out of the crevices like fountains.

In the center was a massive, seemingly bottomless pit.

Above the pit, a magnificent purplish-red waterfall poured down incessantly, as if trying to cleanse the entire piece of land.

Terrifying force wreaked havoc, with boundless power surging forth.

In mid-air, at the source of the purplish-red waterfall, a black silhouette quietly looked down below. In this mont, Casio finally understood his own strength.

To an ordinary Ultimate Fighter, already seen by the world as a Boxing Master, standing in front of Casio, they were simply not a match. Soone like the First King, who had barely stepped into the realm of an Ultimate Fighter, was no longer a threat to him. Now, Casio only regarded seriously those who had completely cultivated their Qi to its pinnacle and pushed their strength to its limit. That is, having trained a Secret Martial Art Boxing thod to 99.9% or having beco a pioneer, akin to a master of boxing techniques.

As for other Ultimate Fighters, to be honest, Casio was confident of victory. Unbeknownst to himself, he had already grown to such a level of power.

It seed, aside from the ultimate embodint of darkness in the World of Calamities and the mysterious leader of the Door Organization, Xiadu, Casio no longer feared anything.

“Whizz, whizz, whizz, whizz…”

In mid-air, a large palm slowly retracted, and the explosive power within his body, similar to a volcanic eruption, gradually extinguished. Echo Strength and Deathfang Power separated once again, returning to circulate within their respective virtual ridians.

Casio took a deep breath. He could feel a multitude of tiny cracks in so of the blood vessels, muscles, and organs within his body.

This was the side effect of using the Southern Dipper Boxing thod, which, while possessing imnse destructive power externally, also inflicted backlash upon oneself. “Injuring the enemy a thousand, self-harm eight hundred.” Of course, the ratio wasn’t that exaggerated, but the backlash was definite.

However, Casio had managed to minimize this backlash to the lowest level. With a physique comparable to an Ultimate Fighter’s combat strength, he could fully endure days or even half a month of overlimit continuous combat. Coupled with the Life Vibration Energy he absorbed from the holy beetles in the Oyon Ruins recently, which greatly enhanced the strength of his internal organs and blood vessels, the side effect of Southern Dou’s Power was reduced to the lowest. If he used only the Echo Strength or Deathfang Power alone, the backlash could virtually be ignored. Only using Sonic Fang caused a much more noticeable effect.

However, the self-healing ability of the Magic puppet secret weapon was exceptionally strong. Internal minor injuries would heal quickly over ti.

Sotis, Casio thought about those of the Southern Dipper Vein, the Holy Fist, Tyrant Fist, and Polar Fist, who had completely broken through the limits of the Ultimate Fighters and chose to rge their endlessly expanding Qi with special Forces. Perhaps part of the reason was that their physiques could no longer bear it. They couldn’t withstand the power level of the Holy Fist.

Of course, that was his speculation, which might deviate from the truth.

These thoughts rely flashed through Casio’s mind, and he slowly bowed his head as his body freely fell. His black trench coat fluttered towards the sky.

The wind howled past his ears until his hard leather boots hit the ground with a smack.

He glanced at the ssy ground around him where the soil undulated in wave-like patterns, with height differences ranging from one to two ters in the smaller areas to four or five ters in the larger ones. Large swathes of the woods had been destroyed, lying buried under the mud.

And this power akin to the forces of nature was his own doing.

Standing atop one of the large mud waves, Casio looked down at the barren land below with a sowhat vacant gaze. He rembered the fourth ti he reminisced, entering the Roca Mountain Range to pay a visit to Blood Fist, Feng Liusi.

The two of them walked out of Death Valley and encountered an unprecedented heavy rain.

Lightning scread across the sky, with thunder rolling, as if a white and purple Lightning Tree had grown up from the ground. The downpour was heavy, like soybeans.

At that ti, Casio thought to himself how weak human flesh seed to be. In the face of technology like rocket grenades and missiles, and in the face of natural horrors such as massive lightning strikes, Mountain Landslides, tsunamis, and earthquakes, it all appeared so insignificant. Does Secret Martial Art have a limit? How far is the end of the Martial Arts?