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Chapter 271 - 271 176 Accident Gain (6400)_3

Chapter 271: 176 Accident Gain (6400)_3 Chapter 271: 176 Accident Gain (6400)_3 “The Hell Puppet… its function seems similar to that of the Decayed Knight, or rather, an enhanced version of the Decayed Knight. It does pose a certain threat to me, but it’s not enough to put my life at risk. In other words, the strength of this puppet is at most equivalent to the major accomplishment level of a boxing practitioner…”

Casio engages in rapid thought, his face expressionless.

“If our strengths are comparable, there’s really nothing to fear…”

“It all comes down to individual ability.”

“It can pose a threat to me, but I can also threaten it. If it can beat me to death, I can do the same to it.”

Casio shifts his gaze slightly, “Let’s test its teleportation range.”

With light and quick footwork on the surface, he quickly darts away from the Hell Puppet, creating a considerable distance between them in a short time. Five meters, seven meters, nine meters, and then at ten meters!

The gigantic silhouette of the Hell Puppet in the distance suddenly vanishes.

Casio feels an air wave pushing from behind, much like when a balloon is submerged in water, naturally causing ripples around it.

Boom!

The clenched fist engulfed in grey-black fog slams downwards.

Casio swiftly dodges the attack by turning and moving quickly to the side. The Hell Puppet’s fist slightly changes direction, swinging like a sledgehammer.

Rumble!

The concrete enclosure wall of a nearby building is broken in half as the fist violently penetrates it without any resistance.

Crumbling stones fly about, creating a small pit in the ground.

“Such immense strength, it’s at least equivalent to 80% of my full strength with my blood circulation working at three times its normal speed!” Casio’s eyes narrow in realization.

He doesn’t feel overwhelmed, it’s normal for an opponent who can make himself feel threatened to have such strength. What Casio finds strange is the change after Black Rain Villa disappeared.

Is the Puppet one of the monsters from the original trajectory of the dusk? Casio has never seen it at Black Rain Villa.

“I was in need of a punching bag, let’s consider this a boredom-busting fight…”

Casio cracks his neck, making a series of clicking sounds.

He watches the Hell Puppet as it continues to charge towards him, the muscles in his upper body tense, his whole figure enlarging dramatically within a split second as his eyes turn a bloody red.

The bulges of his rock-white muscles are terrifyingly majestic.

He usually appears rather large, but due to muscle compression, he generally maintains a streamlined figure. However, once he enters combat, Casio goes all out. The three blood nodes in his body accelerate furiously, which instantly restores his muscles to their original state, transforming him into a miniature giant within half a second.

“With my current strength, I’m indeed lacking punching bags that can withstand it, you’ve arrived just in time…” He lifts his head to look at the Hell Puppet, his teeth glinting eerily in a grin.

As he steps, his shoes crunch against the crushed pebbles on the ground, muffled sounds of crushing fill the air.

“Azure Wind Stream! Wind Owl!”

The incredibly swift hand knife, accompanied by a stream of air, cuts a white line in the air, causing a shrill whistling sound as the air is torn apart.

This strike is neither swift nor brutal, the angle of attack is extremely tricky.

The Hell Puppet doesn’t have time to react, its left limb that had just been raised is caught in the white line of the attack. A spurt of fog explodes from the part where the white line made contact, issuing an audible hissing sound.

Thud! The massive metal hand collapses onto the ground.

“That was a bit laborious…”

After giving an evaluation, Casio immediately turns around. One foot in the back and one in the front, his body adopts a bow stance. His hands are lifted to both sides of his head at right angles, reminiscent of a boxer.

An influx of white air envelops his fists, appearing like rising smoke.

“Hum, hum, hum…”

The Hell Puppet, unable to speak, only emits furious puffs of steam from the crevices of its body. It lifts its maimed arm, from which a metallic pipe extends with a series of clicks, restoring itself to its original shape within a few breaths.

Whoosh!

The puppet suddenly vanishes!

Casio swiftly senses the air pressure from behind.

“I’m within its ten-meter range, the Hell Puppet can actually teleport proactively, it’s teleportation isn’t just passive.”

Thud!

A fist about a quarter the size of a normal person brutally slams into Casio’s back, sending him flying like a javelin, to skid across the ground, leaving behind a long black skid mark.

Smack, a palm forcefully strikes the ground.

Casio spins in mid-air, executing two consecutive 360-degree spins before landing back on his feet.

Though he was at a slight disadvantage, it’s not a major issue.

He chuckles, wiping off the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Opening his arms, as if spreading bat wings, he stretches his chest. His back muscles expand and contract with the movement, the skin over them appearing as though twisted steel bars are crisscrossing beneath it.

He had reached the third level, Rock Armor, of Hard Qigong.

Casio’s tolerance for mistake in combat is much higher than most martial artists at his level.

“Stone Armor Skill: Rock Armor Minor Accomplishment (three levels total)”

Skin Hardening Level 3: Due to the cultivation of Hard Qigong, the body’s surface muscles are extraordinarily tenacious, the hardness of the skin is astounding. Defense ability and resistance to physical attacks massively increase, able to resist sharp attacks such as bullets, as well as the pounding of blunt heavy objects!

The force from the Hell Puppet’s punch had been dispersed across the surface of his skin, reaching every part of his body.

By increasing the area of impact, the pressure exerted on each section of his skin and muscles was reduced, effectively slowing down the force of the powerful blow.

“Huh…”

Casio exhales a breath laced with the metallic scent of blood, a difficult-to-imagine body heat radiates from his exposed skin. A deep resonance emanates from his chest, much like the vibration of a bowstring.