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Chapter 1169 - 1169 588 use every method to defeat me (4000)_2

Chapter 1169: 588 use every method to defeat me (4000)_2 Chapter 1169: 588 use every method to defeat me (4000)_2 At this moment, the Demon Figure Gate Master, situated at the convergence point of three strikes, remained as still as a statue, seemingly quite obtuse, unaware of the imminent danger. He could only wait for the next second to be violently battered into a pulp.

Whoosh!

A shock flashed through the Evil Heart Holy Fist’s mind. In the static state of his evil spiritual realm, the Demon Figure Gate Master had inexplicably turned his head to meet his gaze. In the next instant, like a frame frozen in animation, the Demon Figure Gate Master suddenly appeared in mid-air. His entire form, brimming with tension, hurled a punch towards the left.

Bang!!!

The fist wrapped in white air streams collided with the silver palm. There was no standstill, just crushing defeat, almost oppressively destroying any resistance. A faint but clear chirp echoed through the air.

Cheep!

A white bird’s silhouette instantly emerged on the right. Bang!

The Vice leader, wielding a beheading knife, widened his eyes in fury, his entire black robe frantically billowed out, as if in an instant turning into a black sphere.

Wah! Wah!

The evil spiritual realm ended, and two silhouettes spat out fresh blood as they shot away.

They spun and tumbled, crashing heavily into the nearby cluster of buildings. Enclosure walls collapsed, bricks fell, and their imposing aura crumbled away bit by bit.

On the Church Plaza facing the east passageway.

Evil Heart Holy Fist hovered in mid-air, one hand poised as if to slash downward. Under his palm, a longsword formed from the gathering black cracks.

The sharpest point of the sword was lightly pinched between two fingers.

Crackle… Crackle…

The black cracks on the sword’s tip, like dense roots, attempted to spread into the surrounding air. Blocked by two fingers, they could neither expand nor cut, as if facing two insurmountable alloy steel walls. Only a grating friction sound, sharp and feeble, could be heard.

“A rather creative move,”

Casio slowly lifted his head, his face steaming with a white mist forming a profound contour, as if it were a mask with both avian features and a human visage. The mask’s mouth moved as it spoke, opening and closing, “Compared to the other vice leaders of your Door Organization, you do have a bit of talent and perception. Unfortunately, it’s been squandered, unable to achieve anything significant…”

Crack!

Two fingers applied slight pressure, like a steel beak of a water bird snapping inward. The black crack sword condensed by the Evil Heart Holy Fist instantly collapsed, as if a vital node had been destroyed, brittle like a cookie.

Ting! Bang!

Among the flurry of black fragments, a palm pushed upwards, meeting the punch thrown by Evil Heart Holy Fist. After the resounding impact, a black figure, too, flew wildly out, smashing into the cluster of buildings while spitting blood.

At the spot, Casio slightly withdrew his palm, resting it by his side, his face expressionless. At this moment, the strength he could wield had indeed fallen from the Tyrant Fist realm, lacking the ability to kill the three men with a single overwhelming blow.

What Casio had just displayed was actually the Ultimate Fighter’s realm, much like the Evil Heart Holy Fist and the others. However, driven by a wholly different level of boxing theory and technique, it resulted in a terrifying burst of power.

“With my original strength, I could have killed them with one punch,”

At the Baptism Church Plaza.

Casio looked down at his well-defined fist. White vapor covered and flowed over it, with a faint chirping sound in his ears, exuding a sense of sanctity. His dominant thoughts gradually faded from his mind, no longer lamenting the failure to kill the trio of Evil Heart Holy Fist with a single punch. A sense of divinity spontaneously arose.

Cheep!

Casio suddenly turned around and hurled a punch at the giant sculpture figure rushing from the south. A water bird, flapping its wings, glided out.

Crumble!!!

The water bird’s wings of steel, carrying monstrous brute force, met the Moon God statue’s twelve arms reaching out, desperately clutching the edge of the wings, fiercely wrestling.

A squeaking noise accompanied by golden-red sparks shot out.

“The centipede dies but never falls,” Casio narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had already felt the will of the Moon Goddess within the statue. It was a fragmented thought with a strong desire to revive. Without a doubt, the Moon Goddess was headed towards Black Rain Villa, seeking to gain tremendous benefits.

Unfortunately for her, Casio also got involved in the affairs of the villa. This meant that the Moon Goddess’s plans were about to be thwarted, even at the cost of losing both her figurative wife and soldiers. The three hard-won statues of the Moon Goddess were likely to be destroyed here.

Chiou!

The white water bird suddenly flapped its wings with force, each wing slicing through the air like a steel blade.

The giant arms of the Moon Goddess statue instantly shattered in mid-air, the entire form staggering crazily backward, plowing a trench into the ground.

Roar!!!

Suddenly, a roar and a massive wind came from behind Casio.

He snorted coldly, raising his arm and slowly stretching it outward. His movements were graceful, his demeanor composed, yet the power contained within was brutally lethal.

Bang bang bang bang bang…

The arc traced by Casio’s right hand was smooth, exploding like firecrackers wherever it passed. Threads and strands of illusory feathers overlapped to form an armor.

Boom!

The bat-faced monster slammed into the Barbed Feather Armor, causing Casio’s footsteps to falter slightly. The ground to the east cracked, spider-web patterns spreading out for a hundred meters, with black mud spurting forth.

“Roar!!!”

A deafening roar emanated from the gaping maw as a torrent of fresh blood gushed forth, forming a dreadful corrosive field that spread out in all directions. It was as though to trap Casio in a strange realm.

“True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah? Have you escaped from your prison cage?”

Casio stomped on the ground, and a phantasm of a white bird swept around him, devouring and evaporating all the corrosive blood. The Barbed Feather Energy was truly the most terrifying ultimate existence in this regard, rendering the so-called extreme blood completely insignificant.

Bang bang bang bang…

Blood splattered, air waves scattered, and the ground vibrated violently dozens of times.

Casio slowly retracted his fist in mid-air, placing it beside himself.

In the air before him, the monstrous bat face was riddled with dozens of holes, pulverizing its entire form. Its angry, roaring expression froze, and in the next second, it crumbled to the ground.

Drip…

Black boots stepped slowly, grinding into a pool of blood.

The blood revealed half a pained bat face, contorting and moving towards the distance to gather. Over there, the longevity blood was re-forming into a physical body.

“Come at me together, you weak monsters, top forces from all around the world, come defeat me. Use all methods and means to injure me, to draw my blood. That is, if you can… heh heh…”

Casio’s words were clearly mocking, yet his face was expressionless. His tone was sharp and sarcastic, yet his posture was graceful and composed. A strange contradiction permeated the scene, yet it carried a grand and sacred aura.

The Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist needed a vast amount of nutrients, and the heart of the Saint Fist could only grow by absorbing them. Casio’s current condition was actually just right; he could defeat an opponent with a single blow but not kill them outright. He could crush a single force on his own, but the combined effort of three forces could still make him feel some pressure. It was in this phase that boxing was most exhilarating; any stronger and it would be a mindless crush, any weaker and there would be the risk of being overpowered. Just right, and within reason.

“Chiou…”

The solitary figure clad in white stood aloof on the Church Plaza, his well-defined hands hanging lightly at his sides, with the silhouette of a water bird unfolding its wings behind him.

“Hehehe…” Waves of laughter spread through the air.

Amidst this laughter, from three directions around the Baptism Church, the ground exploded and shook violently. The figures of the three Vice leaders of the Door Organization turned into a series of afterimages, bursting out of the ruins and hurling themselves unhesitatingly towards Casio. The remaining ten arms of the Moon Goddess sculpture slammed onto the ground, the giant form propelled upward by the recoil, crashing down like a massive meteorite. The globular moonlight above shone like a constant star, dazzlingly bright. The colossal bat face on the ground soared into the sky, instantly shattering into a series of contorted faces, forming a river of blood that surged forward!

Boom! The air distorted, the ground vibrated, and danger arrived in an instant.

Only one person stood quietly in the plaza, murmuring to himself.

“It seems you all can’t manage to make me bleed…”