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Chapter 299 - 299 187 Ninth (4400) Testimonial_3

Chapter 299: 187 Ninth (4400) + Testimonial_3 Chapter 299: 187 Ninth (4400) + Testimonial_3 A ruthless smirk appeared on his face, and his silver earring, still slightly stained with blood, swung slightly.

“So, it really was you lot!”

A surge of fury and fear welled up in Casio’s heart towards the Sand Dust Organization. The uncannily realistic illusion from earlier was their doing. He had fallen for it before he could even react, a testament to the Sand Dust’s power not to be underestimated.

Clenching his fists slightly, he resolved to unleash all his power in a single instance to kill his opponent. He wanted to prevent the reoccurrence of such an illusion during the heat of the battle, which could put him in a precarious situation.

“Heh, you’ve got quite some spirit. You must be from the higher ups of the Black Spade Assassination Department. I, No.8, would be delighted to test your abilities…”

He flicked his hands, and a pair of brown leather fist guards had somehow appeared on them. The surface of the fist guards was studded with conical iron pieces, designed to increase punch lethality.

“Elephant Roaring Sound!”

Casio charged forward at full force, his muscles bulking out all at once, making his loose clothing tight. A daunting momentum burst out of him, his right arm swelled twice its size.

Amidst a shrill sound that resembled the scream of an elephant, his fist quickly thrust forward.

“What?!”

The earring man suddenly lost sight of Casio. He quickly activated his Black Blood Seal Liberation State, instantly transforming into a small giant with bulging muscles. His fist, as big as a sandbag, also smashed towards the front vigorously.

Boom! Bang!

The two muffled sounds echoed in the alleyway.

Casio looked down, at the black fist lodged against his chest. His clothing at the chest area had already been reduced to shreds.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Red-eye coughed, his eyes filled with blood, and he too looked downwards. A rock white fist as thick as half his chest, had pierced through him like an iron bar, the fresh blood oozing out of the hole.

“I…I… No.5 will… avenge me! Cough. It takes him just a few seconds to rush here from the church… wait for your descent into…”

With a swish, Casio pulled out his blood-stained hand.

The man with the earring collapsed onto the ground, his eyes filled with resentment.

With his left hand clutching his chest, which felt uncomfortably constrained by something hard, Casio had sustained minor injuries from Punch No.8. Flicking his hand, Casio let out a sigh of relief.

Before his eyes, the scene suddenly turned into night.

In the blink of an eye, it returned to day.

“I’m still being affected by the illusion. It was the right thing to go all out and attack just now. If the same situation had occurred in the middle of the battle, I would have been severely wounded if not killed. The gap between victory and defeat in a expert’s battle only lies in a split second…”

Casio looked towards the distant church. If he is not wrong, it might be the antiques transport hub of the Sand Dust Organization. Perhaps, the antique is in the basement.

Half a minute later, Casio stood at the entrance of the church. This was a huge white archway, engraved with religious carvings.

Not far from the archway is the main door of the Mensa Church, which surprisingly wasn’t shut, but left slightly ajar. Those with keen vision could see what was happening inside.

Casio cautiously took a peek inside.

The hall was in a state of chaos, with black and red liquid and solids strewn about like splatters of blood. Were there remnants of limbs too? From his angle, he could see two or three people lying on the ground, one of them with their right hand flat on the ground.

Fresh blood flowed from the fingertips and kept spreading.

On the back of the hand, the figure “5” was faintly visible.

Casio remembered the last words of No.8 not long ago, but now No.5 from Sand Dust was dead, so who did this?

The sound of someone’s footsteps echoed inside the church.

Casio turned his attention towards the sound again.

In the middle of the scattered limbs and severed arms, an old man cloaked in black revealed his aged hands, blood dripping from his fingertips.

He was mercilessly finishing off each fallen individual, and every time his right hand flickered, a member of the Sand Dust Organization was beheaded, splattering blood around. The scene was gruesomely bloody in an instant.

ps: It seems like quite a few book friends don’t really like the recent storyline. It’s my fault, as my writing skills are not sufficient. The suspense might have significantly fallen, and the disconnection might also be quite serious.

Approximately, half of the readers have dropped off.

I’ll try to condense the storyline. Perhaps, we’ll delve directly into the next retrospection the day after tomorrow, wrapping up the third stage of the Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant. Once it’s over, it will be a success. That’s it…