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Chapter 301 - 301 188 Mysterious Fighter Peacock (4200)_2

Chapter 301: 188 Mysterious Fighter Peacock (4200)_2 Chapter 301: 188 Mysterious Fighter Peacock (4200)_2 “A fragment of the Gate? What is that…”

The man in the white suit kept coughing up blood, feeling his life force gradually fading away, his body temperature dropping.

“Haha, you don’t even know what a fragment of the Gate is, yet you’re still foolishly working for that bastard in Xiadu? Do you honestly think the Gate is merely an organization collecting mythical antiques and ancient treasures? If it were just that, how could it possibly attract so many skilled people from around the world to join? That’s why… you’ve never been part of the senior level of the organization; you’re just a spy planted by Xiadu beside me. It’s time for you to die peacefully…”

The man in the black robe flung his right hand, sending the man in the white suit tumbling to the ground, blood and fragments of internal organs gushing out of his chest cavity.

He convulsed on the ground, his shoulders trembling incessantly. The light in his eyes gradually faded, just like the blood spilling out from his wounds.

The man in the black robe shook his right hand, scattering the droplets of blood. Heslowly took off his hood, revealing a head with gray hair.

It was clear the Peacock was aging, his face covered in wrinkles like bark, and his eyes were turbid and gloomy.

Yet at this moment, he seemed to have regained his youthful vitality. He stooped down to take a compass from the corpse of the man in the white suit. Its design was much like that of a nautical compass.

A triumphant smile surfaced on the Peacock’s face; it was apparent he could barely contain his delight.

“Hm?”

He looked down at the compass, uttering a puzzled sound.

The black pointer did point towards the frame in his hand, but the ruby in the center did not light up. This implied that there wasn’t a fragment of the Gate on this Mirror of Illusion, but only the aura of the Gate.

“Impossible! The compass clearly lit up before!”

The smile froze on the Peacock’s aged face.

He lightly tapped the compass, even wondering if it had broken. However, no matter how many times he tried, the result remained the same.

Turning, the Peacock narrowed down his eyebrows.

“Who is there?!”

A glint flashed in his eyes, and his whole figure instantly moved to the window. His old right hand clenched like a claw, swinging swiftly towards it. The window shattered into pieces with a crisp sound.

Thump!

It seemed like the sound of fists colliding passed through the fragments.

The Peacock stomped his foot, and with a swift motion, he dashed out of the window.

In a field filled with overgrown weeds, a tall man stood still, in an instant switching from a standing posture to a fighting stance. He stepped one foot forward and one foot back. His hands extended outwards, raised to either side of his head, like the horns of a bull.

He appeared incredibly steady just by looking at him.

“Oh? A representative from the Southern Mystery Martial World?”

The Peacock seemed a little surprised, but his expression quickly returned to calmness, “No matter who you are, since you’ve seen what happened just now, you must die.” The old man’s eyelids drooped, his lips trembled.

“Northern Mystery Martial World, the sole successor of the Peacock style, Jay.”

The moment he finished his sentence, his frail bow-backed figure expanded like it was inflated, revealing an abundance of muscles on his chest.

His stooped back slowly straightened up.

His once intimidating elderly face unexpectedly became distinct with an absolute aura of self-confidence.

He spread his feet apart, lowering his center of gravity. His arms flapped like an eagle spreading its wings, twirled in the air twice before finally settling down.

His hands clenched inward as if grasping a steel ball.

With a quick glance, Casio felt as if an aggressive bird of prey was confronting him. In a trance, it seemed like a white peacock taking flight.

“He is a fighter!”

He had experienced this feeling before, the first time he met Hadi, the fighter who practiced the Winged Snake Fist in the Era of Retrospection. He was pressured by the combined aura, momentum and killing intent emanating from him.

Without a doubt, the old man in front of him is also a fighter.

“Southern Mystery Martial World, wind elephant gate, Casio…”

Casio also introduced himself.

Facing a powerful opponent, he dared not be presumptuous. He had already entered his strongest state in a split second. His stature straightened up like an iron tower, and his marble-white muscles bulged like an armor.

The blue veins on the back of his hands stretched out like a tree fork.

Casio’s eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, glaring red. The sound of breathing echoed in a continuous loop, sounding as powerful as a trumpet.

“A major accomplished boxer…” The Peacock’s pupil contracted. “Judging by your appearance, you’re in your twenties, aren’t you? To achieve this level at such a young age, you are indeed a martial arts genius.”

His gaze lingered on Casio’s sturdy body, “A young body is indeed full of vitality, it’s a pity that I’m already old…”

“However, even being aged doesn’t make you a worthy opponent!”

As soon as Peacock finished speaking, his body vanished high-speed into a streak of black lightning, the weeds on the ground bending to one side beneath him.

Screech!!!

A sharp bird call resounded next to Casio’s right ear.

Peacock abruptly materialized beside Casio, his left hand clenching into a bird beak shape, and fiercely jabbed toward Casio’s ear.

Swish!

At the last moment, Casio swiftly dodged to one side. Instead of hitting the ear, Peacock’s blow landed on his sturdy shoulder.

With a thud, he only felt numbness and pain on his right side.

Hard Qigong was broken and blood was trickling down his shoulder. His joint was also shocked, which affected Casio’s output of power.

“Intense piercing attack… If this hits my critical area, it’ll cause massive damage! I can’t let him strike my critical area!” Thoughts sped through Casio’s mind.

His left foot heavily stomped backward, exploding with force and propelling himself forward. His large left hand clenched into a fist, as if gathering all the surrounding air into his palm. Then, he thrust his arm forward, his fist moving downward in a ferocious strike.

This move is called Wind Elephant Torrent, a mighty swing punch!

It’s the most fierce attack among the top four deadly moves.

“So you’re attacking me head-on? There’s a mountain of difference between a boxer and a fighter. Even though I’m old and can’t muster much strength, you cannot…” Peacock’s raised fist made contact with Casio’s Wind Elephant Torrent and his complexion immediately changed.

Both feet shuddered and he was forced to retreat several steps.

With this receding move, he only took seventy percent of the force. Peacock shook his numb fist and his expression gradually became serious: “Remarkable strength and defense, at least Hard Qigong of great achievement level. However, the speed and skill are still somewhat lacking…”

“I’m still superior in overall strength, as long as I rely on my agility and the instantaneous force of Peacock’s combat techniques to hit his critical points…”

As Peacock was assessing the situation, Casio pulled out a dark object from his outfit and Peacock’s pupils immediately contracted. He rolled several times on the spot.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets hit the ground, causing clots of mud to fly up.

On the side of the church, Peacock grimaced: “A gun? You think I don’t have one?” He felt his waist area. I don’t.

The gun was still with the man in the white suit.

Bang, bang! Another two shots were fired.

The gunfire ceased, seemingly out of ammunition.

Peacock stepped forward, lunging like a bird of prey swooping from high altitude. He swiftly approached Casio and rapidly jabbed his fingers forward and backward.

Halfway through the strike, it was as if springs got attached to his arms, they accelerated once again, thrusting out with greater force.

Once Casio was out of bullets, he threw the gun aside. His hands were wrapped in a white aura, chopping out in a hand knife posture.

The pulsating blood made his arm muscles twitch.

Pat pat pat pat pat!

A series of firecracker-like noises rang out in the air. It was the sound of their hands colliding rapidly, alternating between fists, knife hands, claws, and even elbows. Various techniques struck, forces crazily offsetting each other, and their sleeves got shattered.

Casio made a swift sidestep and executed a roundhouse kick, turning into a shadowy figure.

Peacock countered with a knee to block it. His right hand slapped down to catch the kick, his fingers rapidly tapping three times on Casio’s calf, carrying a gloomy force with them.

The moment they touched and separated, Casio’s right leg went limp and he almost lost his balance. Seizing this opportunity, Peacock went on the offensive with his claw-like hands, striking with enough force to tear walls apart.

Casio grunted, blood trails appeared on his chest and collarbone area, his clothes also torn to pieces. His situation was quite bad. No matter how old Peacock was, he was a fighter with sophisticated experience and brutal combat skills, and he had gained the upper hand. His techniques connected too quickly.

Besides, Peacock’s moves were exquisite. Escaping would be challenging.

“Kid, you’re still too inexperienced…”

A cold light flashed through Peacock’s eyes. He quickly stepped forward, his fist smashing out like a shell. Casio’s robust arms blocked it, but mid-way, the fist became a knife hand, shooting down the defense. Finally, it transformed into a palm and brutally slapped out.

Thud!

Casio felt a sharp pain in his chest, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and he stumbled backward several steps. Just as Peacock was about to capitalise on his advantage.

With a whoosh, the sky imperceptibly turned into night without any warning!