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Chapter 340 - 340 205 Grim Reaper you dont want to....(4400)_1

Chapter 340: 205 Grim Reaper, you don’t want to….(4400)_1 Chapter 340: 205 Grim Reaper, you don’t want to….(4400)_1 Clang!

A dense metallic explosion rang out in the air, the chilling sound of fifty metal threads trembling and cutting through the air.

Thump!

Casio’s foot fiercely stomped the ground. His heel was raised while walking, and there was a moderate distance between his tiptoes and the ground – a distance that allowed power to burst out within a split moment.

Thus, he could quickly react and avoid any threats.

The square floor was directly shattered by the impact of his stepping, and Casio quickly retreated backward. His feet brushed the ground like a dragonfly touching water, but each step sank the ground tile.

Using this reactionary force, he rapidly retreated backward.

Crash! Bang!

Dense metal threads swung from the sky towards the ground, and for a moment the azure sky appeared to be divided into numerous grids.

These threads bore astonishing destructive power, seemingly infused with a strong penetrating force that could cut through all things. Like a wide net flung on the ground, they instantly sliced the gray road into pieces.

Centred around Amos, within a diameter of ten meters and a forward range of ninety degrees, all the ground was segmented by the metal threads. This created a radial fan-shaped crack, and stone dust floated in the air.

In the middle of this fan-shaped crack, five or six gaps appeared. These threads caught up with the retreating Casio and were repelled by his rapidly launched finger gun.

Therefore, they did not create any destruction on the ground.

Ten meters away, Casio looked at the back of his hand. On the back of his five pale fingers, traces of blood from cut skin appeared.

“What a terrifying cutting force, what kind of secret martial art is this?”

He squinted his eyes at Amos, his right chest’s heart throbbed, and thick blood instantly accelerated through his body.

It had only taken a short while for the blood to reach his arm.

The wounds on his five fingers healed rapidly.

This was the effect of the Demon Idol’s secret martial art. This kind of skin trauma could heal in a few seconds.

If there was a master at a similar level to Casio who wanted a prolonged fight, they would certainly be slowly exhausted by him.

Clang!

All the threads deeply embedded in the ground were pulled back by Amos. They floated around him in circles, like a small asteroid belt slowly revolving around a planet.

Amos flicked the ash off his cigarette and held it again.

“Your physique is quite good. Despite your seemingly weak appearance, you are indeed very deceptive. Being able to handle my Gale Silk head-on is something you should be proud of,” he said, smoke swirling at the corner of his mouth, “Now, let’s see the Vortex Disk…”

Buzz…Buzz…Buzz…

It was like an entire beehive had gone into a Bee Riot.

The metal threads began to curl and rotate, vortex-like, forming a disk hovering in mid-air.

Amos stepped forward fiercely, and tens of rotating discs flew out from behind him. Each disc followed a different path, drawing deadly arcs.

The final target was every corner of Casio’s body.

Under such an attack, even a tough-skinned rhino or elephant would be sliced into mince meat in an instant.

Naturally, the targeted Casio also felt the danger.

His face darkened, cold as a steel slab, his eyes calm and indifferent as an abyss. He naturally entered the Rational State of Indifferent Personality, a cold aura hovering between his eyebrows.

“Huff! Hiss!”

He exhaled sharply, Casio performed a three-stage breath stroke.

The two hearts in his left and right chest started beating at different frequencies, oxygen-rich blood spread throughout his body.

Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump!

He moved as if time had sped up, his hands swinging out phantom punches, his steps shifting flawlessly. Each fist seamlessly connected to the next, as if he had landed two punches in the time it took for one. This was the horrifying state of Breathless Continuous Strikes.

Every metallic vortex disc flying towards him was blocked and repelled. Some were even shattered out of their vortex state.

But Casio did not retreat, he pressed forward, his feet stepped on the ground. His slender figure shot forward like a sword, pointing towards the enemy in the distance.

His hands hung down, his sleeves had been sliced into pieces in the previous collision, revealing a pair of arms spotted with blood on the white and tender skin. In a split second, his skin trauma healed rapidly.

By the time Casio reached a step away from Amos, the ten-plus cut wounds on his hands had miraculously healed.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Seven or eight metal threads were shot towards Casio by Amos.

But they were either lightly deflected by his fingertips, blocked by the back of his hand, or dodged by his body. Despite the tricky angles, none of them hit the target. The rational personality state of Casio was incredibly analytical. He could quickly decipher trajectories in a fight and form inconceivable reactions in an instant.

It was even better when combined with the Magic Eye’s secret technique.

Although both were currently in their early, immature stages, they had already displayed their tremendous potential in the earlier combat.

Casio’s figure sank, and a force surged up from the soles of his feet, passing through his tailbone and waist, reaching his arm joints. He flung out a punch, its force rumbling through the air.

This punch flew forward like a javelin.

Clang!

Amos’s face stayed expressionless, a smirk playing on his lips, and grey smoke obscured half of his face.

Threads extended from his back and side, eventually reaching his own chest in the pathway of Casio’s punch. They formed a square sheet of metal woven in an instant, ten threads on the sides and ten on the bottom, extremely sturdy.