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Chapter 1080 - 1080 468 Am I fighting with Saint Fist (4400)

Chapter 1080: 468 Am I fighting with Saint Fist?! (4400) Chapter 1080: 468 Am I fighting with Saint Fist?! (4400) “Air, air, air, air, air, air…”

A terrifying echo resonated slowly in mid-air, as if some strange, enormous machine were silently operating, causing the surrounding environment to warp and change. The ground of Nanfei City, almost completely ruined, saw pebbles and dust slowly levitating, seized by some unfathomable force.

Above the sky, huge swaths of clouds were also tainted by a faint dark aura. Pulled over by a magnet-like force, they stacked heavily upon one another. Thick and gloomy, they blocked the sunlight of the afternoon.

Under the shadow of these clouds, a monstrous Armored Giant, towering over a hundred meters tall, stood upon the ruins, like a massive mountain peak.

Above the head of the Armored Giant, a circular moon disc cast down a scarlet glow, lighting up the vast expanse of rocks and dust suspended in the air behind it. From a distance, it seemed almost like a cloak of dark red haze.

This made the Armored Giant appear as if it were a demon god from ancient times.

It exuded an aura of wild antiquity, solemn grandeur, and ferocious majesty!

Click, click, click, click…

The previously motionless Armored Giant, like a religious knight’s sculpture, slowly lowered its head, the sound of metal grinding against bone vibrating through it. Its face, like a snake-belly Metal Helmet, was pointed directly at Blood Demon Diaz.

Hum! Two points of red light lit up, as if two scarlet suns.

“The life field tells me you are a nice dessert,” boomed the Golem with a voice as deep as a Grand Bell, resonating with the air. The vibration caused nearby teetering buildings to collapse outright.

Boom, boom, whish, whish, whish…

Blue-white lightning streaked across the sky at great speeds, gathering in the thick clouds that suddenly let down a torrential rain, dense and fog-like. Gale-force winds blew fiercely, making the transparent rainwater that fell like silk in the air create a tumultuous, undulating pattern.

The fearsome aura of the Kashiou Golem’s body attracted these climatic changes within a small range. This was a signature trait of the Holy Fist Realm, the ability to influence nature with human power, and even replace the natural climate of any place they went to. Clearly, this meant Casio was extremely close to that realm, whether in terms of physical Qi or spiritual will.

“Demon Figure Gate Master!!!”

Blood Demon Diaz’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. When he left the Door Organization’s stronghold, he had already been entrusted with a lot of information and intelligence by the seventh king, including the events of the past two or three years. However, the side effect of the Necromancy Ceremony continued to linger, causing Diaz to forget some important matters apart from the purpose of his current mission.

Moreover, once he started feeding and entered a frenzied state, unless something threatening his life appeared, he would outright ignore some crucial information that needed contemplation. For instance, how could top fighters like Nine snakes and Fog Man appear simultaneously in a small country? And what about their last-resort protective Qi manifesting a golem’s phantasm? Did that suggest there was a peak master behind them? Yet, all this was suppressed by the desire to feed.

After the Necromancy Ceremony, Blood Demon Diaz, showing traits of Dark Biological Transformation, was actually controlled by the instincts of dark creatures.

In truth, if he had just taken some time to adjust, this issue could have been resolved. But unfortunately, Diaz had been a bit too hasty in his actions this time.

That had led to the series of events that just unfolded.

It wasn’t until the golem that Casio had become locked onto him with a terrifying presence that the sense of danger screamed from every cell in his body, replacing the hunger.

Only then did Blood Demon Diaz sober up from his instincts and sensed that something was terribly wrong.

But it seemed that realizing something was amiss now was a bit too late.

“Retreat quickly! This man cannot be contended with by force!”

This was the immediate response in the depths of his heart upon their first confrontation, a subconscious comparison of strength.

Blood Demon Diaz, the seventy-second generation vice leader of the Door Organization, felt that he was no match for this golem! If he fought against it, he would only be defeated!

“Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!”

Around the enormous blood figure that Diaz had become, a vast expanse of dark red Qi, like plasma, churned and roared. It seemed to struggle with countless horrific faces protruding and screaming in rage. This formed an area akin to a human hell, surging directly towards the back.

There, were Nine snakes and Fog Man, two Great Elders who had been badly beaten.

“You two are the best hostages!”

Diaz lunged forward, the terrifying Qi of an Extreme Fighter level bursting forth, overwhelming and pressing down on the two Puppet Gate Elders with pale complexions. His crazed, ferocious eyes glowed with a terrifying red!

A gigantic blood hand reached towards the two silhouettes on the ground.

“Hum!”

Suddenly, an impossibly heavy and massive pressure pierced through layers of air, impacting Blood Demon Diaz! From all around, a focused consolidating force squeezed inward, locking him in place!

“This is!!! A Fighter’s Aura! Impossible, this aura could actually suppress with such a terrifying effect! Could it be that I am fighting with a Saint Fist right now!!!” Blood Demon Diaz’s fierce expression froze involuntarily, then his face shifted abruptly to one of panic.

Indeed, as he realized, it was the Fighter’s Aura affecting his body. But the effects were terrifying like never before. Normally, a Fighter’s Aura was merely a combat aid for fighters.