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Chapter 303 - 303 189 Fourth Retrospection (6200)_2

Chapter 303: 189 Fourth Retrospection (6200)_2 Chapter 303: 189 Fourth Retrospection (6200)_2 At his side, the peacock pecked twice with both hands. Each hit heavily on the area stretching from Casio’s armpit to his ribs, tearing through the thick skin, drawing blood, and numbing the tough muscles.

Casio spun around and struck out with an explosive Splitting Stream hand knife. The strong wind caused the peacock’s clothes to flap and ripple, the fabric tearing as it was ripped apart. There was a bloody mark on its chest, but it was only a skin trauma.

“Kid, your destructive power is indeed good, but the technique is only effective if it hits the person. Your posture is too obvious and there are quite a few flaws in your technique transitions. You haven’t yet perfected your Secret Martial Art Boxing … ” The peacock said while punching,” To truly master a boxing technique, you need to integrate all the techniques such as straight fists, swaying fists, hand knives, elbows, whip legs, knee tops, etc. One moment it’s a straight fist, the next it might be a whip leg, one moment a hand knife, the next a knee top. Switching your techniques at whim, making it appear effortless…”

He didn’t know why he was talking so much right now, perhaps it was a vent of excitement, or maybe he wanted to confuse Casio with his words.

“…”

Casio remained silent all the time. There were many injury traces on his body, and at least three of them affected muscle joint movement. The peacock’s battle experience was indeed much richer than his.

Swoosh! Suddenly, his face changed once again, from night to day. Then, just a second later, day turned back to night. The night time was getting longer.

With this flicker at play,

The Peacock and Casio were once again colliding. This time the two seemed serious. Roaring, eyes red. When their fists collided, it produced a dull sound like a drum.

Half a street was pulled apart by both sides’ brute force, causing a large part of the gray enclosure wall to collapse. Many patrol teams with torches surrounded the area.

The heated battle showed no signs of stopping. The two blurry figures continued to fight while viciously bashing through the street. Any villagers obstructing the path were knocked flying or crushed against the wall like pancakes. Blood and torches filled the broken road.

“Useless! What good is hard Qigong? You’re just a punching bag!” The peacock punches out with a resounding yell.

Upon collision with Casio’s Iron Fist, both were shaken.

The peacock lunged forward, directly toppling Casio’s towering figure into the enclosure wall, tumbling to the ground with a bang.

In the midst of dust and sand,

The peacock’s face turned purple and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with a trembling hand and regained his composure.

As the dust and sand dispersed, the peacock looked towards the broken hole.

This was unmistakably an elliptical square, with many white stone columns, fire flickering on top of the columns. The square was filled with many people. There were almost a thousand villagers from Mansa Village.

All the villagers were kneeling on the ground with their heads down. Their hands were crossed over their left and right shoulders like embracing a giant hourglass.

At the very center of all the villagers, the giant snake statue looked lifelike. It was a vicious-looking python opening its mouth to swallow the sky.

A thin old man wearing only a grass skirt and nothing else was dancing around the bonfire. A wooden scepter was in his hand, a tooth pendant was hung around his neck, and black snake tattoos covered his body, densely packed like a swarm of locusts.

The old man kept muttering in some unintelligible dialect, with a strange rhythm.

“Kusasi!”

He roared, raising the scepter in his hand.

All the villagers raised their heads and shouted in unison: “Kusasi!”

Then, everyone turned their gaze towards Casio, who had just climbed up from the ground and accidentally stumbled into the plaza. Casio also felt the malice behind him.

Just when he was about to rush out of the square with all his strength, he was again hit in the chest by a shadow and was pushed backward.

Wow!

Casio spat out a mouthful of blood, looking at the peacock who was scrutinizing the plaza with a compass.

“There’s no mistake… The Shard of the Gate is in that snake statue.” The peacock’s eyes flickered. “I can feel the danger from there. Let this kid help me scout it out.”

“Sss… Sss…”

The injured Casio, who had just steadied his footing, faintly heard the sound from around the square that sounded like a snake’s crawl.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!

Sure enough, on the square floor, there were about a dozen black snakes moving quickly towards him. But their heads are bizarrely grotesque. They were not thin snake heads, but plump human heads!

Every face was filled with an expression of fear and pain.

They were unmistakably the villagers who were affected by the conflict between Casio and the Peacock earlier!

All the human-headed snakes rushed towards Casio, their coiled bodies bouncing off the ground like springs and pouncing one by one.

Bang, bang, bang…

Casio’s fists moved rapidly, exploding each of the flying heads. The broken snake bodies fell helplessly to the ground like seaweed.

“Kusasi!”

Another cry came from the center of the square, the strange word seemed to be something similar to ‘Hallelujah.’

The meaning was likely: Praise the great spirit, praise the giant snake.

All of the villagers on the square raised their heads, revealing weird, lightless smiles on their faces. They started lifting their hands to their heads and with a twist, ripped their heads off. Sss sounds like a wasp nest resounding.