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Chapter 1042 - 1042 532 Three Fists Coexist (4000)

Chapter 1042: 532 Three Fists Coexist! (4000) Chapter 1042: 532 Three Fists Coexist! (4000) “Look at me, Casio.”

The White Bird Sacred Fist and Casio sat face to face, their knees crossed, slowly bringing their hands together in prayer. In an instant, the whole gaunt form seemed to vanish, merging with the space around, becoming invisible and transparent. Only sixty-six white stars remained, twinkling and connecting, forming an elegant yet savage Demon Bird.

Chirp!

Casio seemed to hear the distant call of a Water Bird by his ear.

In a daze, he blinked, and the heavens and earth had already shifted.

The sun blazed high, the clouds were soft, and the sky was a brilliant blue.

Beneath his feet lay a stretch of soft, fine golden sand, with layers of black reefs in the distance and waves shattering against them continuously. A glance across the sea offered an endless view, with glimmering ripples. The sea breeze met him head-on, gently brushing past, carrying the salty scent of the sea.

Casio’s lone shadow was cast upon the surface of the beach.

“Sight, smell, taste, hearing, all are exquisitely lifelike, indistinguishable from reality…” he slowly raised his hand, pushing it against the oncoming sea breeze, as if trying to grasp the invisible current: “Touch is also real. Is this the World of Qi?”

Casio had once experienced the World of Qi at the fifth level of the Oyon Ruins with the elder of Extreme Fist. But back then, his strength wasn’t at its current realm, and he couldn’t grasp anything substantial, only feeling its mystery. However, now, Casio could sense the terrifying aspect of it. A world unto itself where everything is transformed by Qi – is this still a Boxing Method?

Chirp!

Suddenly, a faint bird call echoed from afar.

He swiftly turned to look.

There, directly ahead on the vast blue sea, a speck was racing towards him. As it drew closer, Casio could finally see clearly. It was a white Water Bird, soaring with fast-moving wings.

His attention focused, he quickly noticed something unusual.

The White Bird’s way of flying was not like any ordinary Water Bird but carried a unique rhythm. When its wings beat, it started soft and slow, but when they extended fully, they suddenly became rigid and forceful, the feathers seemingly like two Metal War Blades, their edges sharp and clear.

Slow and fast, soft and rigid, light and heavy.

Two contradictory rhythms intermingled, forming the distinctive style of the White Bird’s wingbeats. Not only that, but the flight path of the White Bird was also highly unusual, forming a wave-like pattern, as if it were a stone skimming across the sea surface. Rising towards the sky at its peak, then diving towards the sea at its lowest point, continuously repeating the cycle, its claws touching the water and leaving behind ring-shaped ripples. It seemed as if it were running on the water’s leverage.

This pattern curiously reminded Casio of a type of missile from the future that could glide in the atmosphere, the same sort of skimming motion, deemed the mightiest spear. Even an enemy would not be able to predict its path, let alone defend against it.

“How strange, I can’t predict where the White Bird will land in the next second!” Casio’s gaze sharpened, and he instantly felt something odd. In theory, with his current mighty realm and the Heart of the Overlord Fist formed within, he should have easily foreseen the outcome of events. But, no matter how keenly Casio followed with his sharp eyes, he couldn’t determine the White Bird’s landing point. As the White Bird approached, this feeling intensified rapidly.

It gradually evolved into a sense of danger that couldn’t be controlled or predicted.

“If it crashes into me, how should I block? How should I throw a punch?”

A torrent of thoughts raced through Casio’s mind. However, before he could ponder further, the White Bird that had been flying towards him had already reached him.

“Bang!”

His fist swung out ferociously, compressing the air inch by inch. Casio instantly threw a punch towards the White Bird, his concentrated Qi covering the surface of his fist.

Whoosh!

The White Bird, now in close proximity, elegantly dodged with a light and soft maneuver, avoiding the punch in a flash. The next second, its wings stretched to their fullest, instantly turning into steely, sharp spikes. In that split second, they resembled brutal War Blades drenched in the blood of enemies.

With a slicing sound, the Metal War Blade grazed past Casio’s side, and blood spurted out. With a slight tremor of the blade, it transformed back into soft feathers. The wings gently unfolded, tracing an elegant curve in the air before coming to rest on the beach.

In the White Bird Transformation, the glow faded, and an old man slowly turned around.

His hair was gray and somewhat disheveled. His face was lined with wrinkles but carried a certain rugged charm. His features were pronounced, especially the prominent hawk-like nose. His eyes and eyebrows were still sharp, and even in old age, there was an unmistakable sense of sharpness. Of course, that was just his appearance. Overpowering any assessment of his looks was the holy Aura that enveloped the elder.

Merely standing there made one feel as though they were in the presence of a sculpture or a deity. There was an inexplicable urge to worship, to heed his teachings.

He was from the Southern Dipper Vein, the founder of the Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist, the White Bird Sacred Fist.

The White Bird Sacred Fist turned to face Casio’s burly figure. On his waist, the fabric was already torn open, revealing a long, narrow wound. There was no jagged flesh, only a smooth recess inward. Blood dripped from the edges, falling to the ground and forming a small pit like Lead Mercury.

“Did you feel it? The Secret Skill of the Water Bird?” the old man spoke slowly.

Casio turned around, his eyes contemplative. He knew that the White Bird Sacred Fist had just demonstrated the essence of the Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist. Starting with an impressive demonstration that injured him was merely a teaching method. Casio had experienced this method with the elder of Extreme Fist as well. For five or six months, he had been beaten day after day.