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Chapter 206 - 206 148 Big Hanging Case Small Hanging (4100)_2

Chapter 206: 148 Big Hanging Case Small Hanging (4100)_2 Chapter 206: 148 Big Hanging Case Small Hanging (4100)_2 He was a man with cheat skills, and that was thrilling!

“Ah…”

Moaning sounds echoed from the ground scattered with rocks.

Casio snapped back to his senses and immediately threatened and intimidated. Five minutes later, only one wimpy Blood Clan youth was left. The other three were all taken down by him.

The progress bar of the Wisdom Rune increased a bit.

Casio was somewhat curious. He thought that the Disaster Essence was the Dark Source after he killed the Alpha’s Direct Bloodline and obtained the Disaster Essence, but it now seemed not to be the case.

Black Rain Villa issued missions, targeting the organs of various dark creatures that were most abundant with Dark Source. The hearts of the Blood Clan had the most Dark Source. Casio had just experimented and found that the Disaster Essence had nothing to do with the heart.

These two substances existed in parallel and were unrelated for now.

In the tunnel, Casio half squatted on the ground, weighing the heavy heart in his hand, then stuffed it back into the bloody chest of a corpse. Afterwards, he surprisingly cleanly wiped the fresh blood on his hand onto the cloth of the corpse, leaving a red bloody handprint.

Next to him, a Blood Clan youth watched the whole process with a pale face. Not only was the man in front of him strong, he was also extremely perverse! After killing people, he played with the internal organs of their corpses with an emotionless expression, almost like an inquisitive scholar.

The sight of his comrade’s body being dissected and studied greatly shocked the young man. He even felt a phantom pain. This man was absolutely a demon in the flesh.

As for Casio, he was unaware that what he was doing would terrify his captive. He just wanted to experiment with the source of the Disaster Essence, which was a natural curiosity.

The more he understood his cheat skills, the more he could gain an advantage in subsequent developments. A clear plan promised a brighter future.

Suddenly.

“Hisssss…”

Casio swiftly turned his head upon hearing this familiar sound, but thankfully, it was not the army of White Beetles he feared. It was just a lone and wounded beetle on the ground.

Ten minutes later, in the dry greyish-white tunnel.

A tall silhouette flashed across the ground.

Casio was wrapped in a grey cloak, zipping through the tunnel at incredible speeds, his cloak flapping like a rolling dark cloud.

It was garment taken from one of the Blood Clan youths.

The Blood Clan of this world were generally not afraid of light, but they all disliked it. Especially the members of Alpha’s Direct Bloodline living in the Alfama Mountains. Unlike ordinary Blood Clan members who hid among humans and had social networks, they had to go out during the day.

Therefore, the members of Alpha’s Direct Bloodline detested light more than the average Blood Clan member. Some would wear a cloak, as it made themselves feel more comfortable.

Casio approved of this preference of Alpha’s Direct Bloodline.

He too liked cloaks. They were less likely to be torn apart.

In the tunnel, a series of footsteps rushed toward the end. Casio, holding the Blood Clan youth in his right hand, was both vigilant and calm.

“Which way at the intersection up ahead?” he asked.

“To the right.” The Blood Clan youth answered truthfully.

“Good.”

Casio didn’t say a word and immediately turned.

Whoosh!

A strong arm pressed down from the corner, and the power and speed created a whooshing sound in the air.

“An expert?!”

Casio reacted swiftly. He immediately tossed the burden behind him. Then, he charged forward and threw a punch.

Bang!

Their arms collided and both recoiled.

Casio’s eyes locked on, and a web of blood veins rapidly filled his pupils. Heat radiated from his body, and the working muscles lent him formidable strength.

Finish the fight quickly!

Bam! He stomped his foot on the ground, cracking the hard stone bricks. His body then shot forward covering several meters in a curve around the corner and threw punches like a spearing javelin.

Meanwhile, the tall silhouette on the other side seemed to burst into action in an instant, violently swinging its arms, producing a black afterimage in mid-air, as if ready to burst the very air!

Bam, bam! Their punches collided.

A straight punch and a swing punch met, releasing an eruptive force.

Casio’s muscles contracted, his hands closed together and his arms, like pythons, lashed out.

Smack! A sharp elbow hit the joint directly.

Casio’s arm shuddered, and his strength was reduced by a third.

He immediately stepped back and saw the man’s face. Both of them stopped and asked in confusion, “Is it you?”

“How did you get in here?” Casio asked first.

“Heavy fog, shadow…”

Standing opposite Casio was a figure equally tall and muscular, his face handsome and his body well-built, his blond hair shining.

It was Duomeng who had fought against Casio in the beginning.

“What about you?” Duomeng responded.

“Fog, shadows…” Casio shrugged, “Luckily I pulled my punch earlier, or you’d only be able to talk to me while lying down…”

He was obviously annoyed with Duomeng for suddenly startling him.

“Hehe.” Duomeng shook his head mockingly.

Swoosh!

Whoosh!

Duomeng’s formidable lion’s claw stopped in front of Casio’s chest, the fierce palm wind stirred his black cloak, rolling ripples in the fabric like the waves on a river surface.

“What’s the name of that move? It was very fast,” Casio asked, his voice calm and his eyes slightly lowered.

“Burning Lion Seal,” Duomeng enunciated slowly, “Also, your speed isn’t bad either. What’s your move called?”

Mid-air, a centimetre away from his forehead, a large vein-wrapped iron fist abruptly came to a halt.

“Elephant Roaring Sound…”

As Casio replied, both of them withdrew their fists at the same time, giving off a strangely harmonious vibe.

“Your Burning Lion Seal is indeed fast, but speed is useless. I can sense the power within your move can only barely cause me slight injuries…” Casio chatted as if he was conversing with a friend, “And my punch, if you had taken it,”

Duomeng’s pupils constricted, he didn’t refute.

Instead, he asked, “Have you trained in Hard Qigong?”

“Yes,” Casio admitted generously.

Across a two-meter distance, they eyed each other for a moment. Duomeng suddenly smiled, extending his hand and introducing himself, “Let’s get to know each other again, Duomeng of the Three-eyed Mad Lion Style.”

Casio narrowed his eyes slightly, also reaching out his hand.

“Wind Elephant Gate, Casio. It’s not a bad introduction to throw some punches together…”

Shaking hands with Duomeng, a plan that Casio had been considering for a while started to fall into place. He was about to speak when,

From a branching path nearby, fast approaching footsteps and sporadic conversations were heard.

“There are people fighting up ahead!”

“Let’s go have a look…”

Casio raised an eyebrow and gave a faint smile. He glanced at Duomeng, “I have something important to discuss with you, but before then, we need a quiet environment…”

Duomeng narrowed his eyes and replied, “Of course.”

Boom! Boom!

In an instant, their figures disappeared at the branching path. Two black afterimages rushed into the tunnel.

“Who’s there?!”

“They are two ordinary human males.”

“How did they get in?”

“Regardless, kill them!”

The voices of the Blood Clan echoed through the tunnel.

Then, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, the two figures charged in. Screams, collision sounds, moans echoed back and forth. Large patches of blood splattered across the ground, ceiling, and walls.

“I am a noble direct descendant, how dare you, this mere mortal…”

Thud!

The fist flashed and disappeared, the blood-covered ugly head exploded directly. Black scalp and white brain matter were scattered everywhere.

Casio shook his right hand. He had been a bit lenient with his punch to this Blood Clan’s head earlier, so it hadn’t killed him instantly, at most causing a concussion. He didn’t expect the other party to start babbling nonsensically while disoriented.

Shouting, yelling, threatening to tear him apart.

Casio found it annoying, so he gave him another punch.

Raising his head, he saw at least seven or eight Blood Clan corpses lying in the tunnel. Duomeng, his hands dripping with blood, slowly walked towards him.

Casio glanced at the progress bar in the upper right corner, which had increased.

“It’s quiet now. You can speak,” noticing Casio seemed a little distracted, Duomeng took the initiative to prompt him.

Casio blinked, then organized his thoughts. Under Duomeng’s gaze, he slowly said,

“Do you know about the Power of the Secret Soul?”