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Chapter 977: 499 The Only Overlord (4000)_2

Whoosh whoosh whoosh… Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

The ceaseless fluttering of wings. With each flap, the pupils of the Beak of the Blood Vultures wrestling with the blue whale grew a shade redder and brighter.

All over its body, scales suddenly splayed open, and from the gaps, a savage red Qi fluid erupted violently. It was like missiles propelled by liquid fuel, montarily granting the Beak of the Blood Vultures a terrifying kinetic penetration.

Boom!

Sonic booms erupted in the air, each one louder than the last.

By the ti the final echo faded, the Beak of the Blood Vultures had ended the standoff, hamring down viciously like a nail. Inch by inch, it pierced through the blue whale.

Destroying half of its colossal body, the Qi collapsed into an explosion.

Rumble rumble rumble… Rumble rumble…

All the lake water drawn from Green Lake blasted apart, so evaporating into mist, while the rest exploded into fine droplets and vapor. They flew off towards the entire plain, scattering across every nook and cranny.

For a mont, heavy rain began to fall from the sky, heated to sixty or seventy degrees by the explosion. Whisked away by the gale, it traced visible curves in mid-air. The spectators who had retreated behind the hillside covered their heads and faces, bracing against the onslaught of this storm.

In the center of the battlefield.

Boom! Whoosh… Bang!

The blue whale that Arlington had transford into was flung out, crashing hard against a distant mountain peak. After a deafening noise, the summit of the small mountain was smashed to pieces. Huge rocks, taller than a person, crumbled away.

Rustle rustle rustle…

The gigantic blue whale disintegrated, the Qi subsiding as quickly as ocean tides. Within the collapsed area of the mountain peak, a disheveled blue silhouette lay amidst the rocks, gritting its teeth, with blood seeping through the crevices.

“I… have lost…”

Arlington whispered with a low chuckle, inexplicably tinged with desolation, a wave of gloominess washing over him.

His body was covered in wounds, especially the left half of his torso, which was grotesquely damaged. His left hand along with the shoulder had vanished, and bits of pale rib were visible, exposed to the air. The femur of his left leg was also faintly discernible, with the flesh and blood on the cross-section painfully evident.

Dense teeth constantly bit and decomposed, colliding with the vigorous blue Qi. They steadily consud what remained of Arlington’s strength.

“I have lost.”

Arlington, with his head hung low, repeated his statent, his blood-soaked bangs veiling his eyes. Crack crack crack… a sound of shattering that only Arlington could hear traveled through his body, and sothing had disappeared. It wasn’t strength or ability but rather a will, a path.

A determination and a presence that enabled soone to march fearlessly forward and sweep across everything.

For a Boxing Master, such a thing was more precious, more cherishable than just the tangible strength that t the eye.

“Snap.”

On the ground, a black silhouette landed atop the Tree Crown of a giant tree.

Its toes touched the very end of a branch, quietly hovering amid the green canopy.

Casio slowly looked up at the sky, now dyed in swathes of red. The cloud layer, even the light, seed perated with Qi, controlled by one’s dominant will, as if the world had turned blood-red.

In this mont, he rembered the Extre Fist elder he had encountered at the Oyon Ruins, who had built a world of his own with Qi. So this is what it feels like? Is this that intoxicating sense of doing as one pleases?

It was unforgettable, intoxicating, and one could not help but be imrsed in it.

As if incarnating the sole sovereign, he decisively ruled over all.

For a mont, Casio indulged in closing his eyes. The path in his mind was clearer than ever before, as if it lay right before him, within reach of an outstretched hand. The essence of power, the essence of the Tyrant Fist, aspects that usually required a lot of ti to comprehend, all rushed into his mind.

The aura emanating from his body beca increasingly overbearing and terrifying.

In the sky, strands of blood-stained Qi were extracted from the dense cloud layer; even the Gale stripped away so Qi. They transford into fluttering ribbons of cloth, drawn by a force, converging toward their source. The flowing streams ford a vortex, turning into a winding tornado hundreds of ters long that flew towards Casio.

“Huff…hiss hiss hiss hiss…”

Casio suddenly inhaled sharply, and the end of the crimson tornado poured directly into his nostrils, returning to his robust body. His entire person beca as transparent as a ruby, with magma-like bright red light radiating hotly beneath his skin. The blood vessels were visible like patterns.

Ding! Pop pop pop pop…

A succession of shattering sounds rang out, and four acupuncture points of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist were instantly illuminated. Along with the original forty, there were now forty-four bright and dazzling crimson stars bursting forth on the surface of his body.

The special force, Deathfang Power, Fifth Stage!!!

Screech! Casio seed to hear a piercing yet joyous bird’s cry by his ear.

A sensation of intense pain and itching spread throughout his body, evidently the Fifth Stage of the Deathfang Power having so effect on his organs and tissues, with fine cracks appearing. But soon, they were repaired by his regenerative ability. After a few cycles of this, the pain and itching subsided and gradually he completely adapted to it.

“Is this the advantage of defeating another sovereign existence?”

Casio looked at his crimson hands and murmured, “After so ti to adapt, the Echo Strength will resonate and reach the Fifth Stage as well.”

“What a… generous gift…”

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze spanning hundreds of ters, looking at the collapsed mountainside. There was a figure coughing blood in a sorry state, and another unfamiliar figure. That person had blood-red long hair and a face so beautiful it was androgynous. The eyes were amber-colored and dark gold, eyebrows sharply defined as if arched like arrows stretched into the hair. On the fair skin of the right half of his face was a light red wing-shaped pattern, sowhat like a totem.

Bird? Bird of prey? Phoenix? Magic Phoenix!

The Magic Phoenix Saint Fist! The Vice leader of the Door Organization, the second-in-command!

His figure was tall and straight, dressed in a tight white trench coat, the elongated hem nearly touching the ground. He wore white gloves on his hands, and on the right thumb, there was a golden ring with a pattern of burning flas. His height was around one ter eighty-five, and his body exuded a dangerous air.

White boots stepped on the rubble. The Magic Phoenix Saint Fist stood beside the severely injured Arlington, looking down from a superior position, and then muttered to himself.

“The intelligence from number four was incorrect, number one did not die at the hands of Whale King Arlington, but rather…” He turned slowly, his golden amber eyes eting the gaze of Casio from a distance: “This person’s hands.”

“Tens of days ago, the dark creature Experint Field in Florence was destroyed by a mysterious force. Many core mbers went to investigate and were each killed in turn. Only the North King, grievously injured and on the brink of death, managed to escape, conveying so critical information. But afterward, due to severe injuries, he passed out and died…”

The Magic Phoenix Saint Fist’s narrow eyes narrowed into a golden slit, his dense, curly eyelashes seeming to fla like a fire, with deep red Qi clinging to his eyelids as it flew skyward. He looked deeply at Casio, as if morizing his appearance completely for a ti when he would avenge the death a thousand tis over.

“Next ti we et, I will avenge the first king,” he said.

The Magic Phoenix Saint Fist’s sowhat thin lips parted, speaking to Casio at a distance as if through the shape of his mouth. He grabbed Arlington’s right shoulder, and a rich Qi began to emanate from him, gradually enveloping Arlington’s body.

It was as if the feeling of lightness that could take one to the sky filled every part of the body.

“Hehehe, do you intend to take away my spoils of war?”

Hundreds of ters away, an entire tree shook violently, and Casio turned into a teor in flight, swiftly charging toward the mountain peak. His imnse montum crushed the air inch by inch.

“You cannot detain . Speed is what I excel at the most, and moreover, the aura inside you is currently in disarray. At most, you could only throw one punch at …”

Already a blood-colored silhouette, the Magic Phoenix Saint Fist instantly vanished from the spot, becoming a blood-red teor chasing the Sun, leaping from one mountaintop to another. Each ti his foot launched him into flight, the Qi at his shoulder blades resembled two giant wings, carrying a gliding power.