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Chapter 341 - 341 205 Grim Reaper you dont want to....(4400)_2

Chapter 341: 205 Grim Reaper, you don’t want to….(4400)_2 Chapter 341: 205 Grim Reaper, you don’t want to….(4400)_2 Moreover, the power contained in Casio’s punch did not apply to Amos. Instead, it was dispersed among each of the fifty surrounding metal threads, whether rooted in the ground, twisted around tree trunks, or on sculptures.

The power transmission only caused damage to the environment.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Casio’s attack had no effect, but in his aloof personality state, he would not feel any discouragement at all.

In an instant, he launched a close-up offensive, enshrouding Amos completely with dense shadows of his fists. Casio still used the Wind Elephant Fist Style, only seamlessly smoother. Swing punch, straight fist, fist swing, and hand knife, these four basic combinations were exceptionally compact, the offense was like mercury pouring onto the ground.

This series of inconceivable smooth continuous attacks directly forced Amos back. A square small shield was formed as webbing continued to weave around every part of his body.

You could almost see the shields had a bloody, viscous fresh blood on the surface. While Amos was constantly retreating, his eyes were firmly fixed on Casio’s hands: “Doesn’t this man feel pain?”

Swish!

He swung another punch, with a red airflow wrapped around it. It was the gale containing the bloodthirsty ripple.

Clang! The fist and a shield collided.

Sss…

The bloodthirsty ripple was instantly transmitted along the metal thread, crackling all the way down a length of ten meters, returning to its origin.

Which was on Amos’ body.

“Damn it!”

Amos’s face changed, who looked quite relaxed originally.

He gritted his teeth, almost biting off the cigarette in his mouth. His face turned visibly pale, with droplets of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Amos suddenly clasped both hands, and dozens of metal wires wound together, like a whip, they lashed upward from below.

Ground was directly whipped and a ten meter long crack appeared, and Casio was forced to retreat, standing aside with his hands bleeding heavily.

“It appears that, you’re quite afraid of pain…”

“If that’s the case, you shouldn’t be my match.”

Casio, returning to his main personality, glanced at his hands and then at Amos. He was not particularly afraid of pain in either personality, as the cultivation of the Elephant Soul Secret Technique grew in pain.

The aloof personality in the previous fight even more so, it completely blocked out the sensation of pain, and pain wasn’t even an emotion to consider.

“Shut up!”

Amos took a deep breath, seemingly recalling some shadows of the past. He spat the cigarette onto the ground.

He extended his leather shoes and stomped hard on it.

Then he opened his hands, and one by one, the metal threads jumped out from the surface of his gloves, joining the metal threads from the previous battle. In a short period, the number of metal threads doubled to a hundred and continued to increase without pause.

And Amos himself also began to change. From the original pre-teen cute appearance, he slowly grew up. His face became distinctly angular, his eyes filled with a strong aura.

“Gale Tsunami’s three large limits, the first limit Gale, can manipulate a metal thread, instilling the power to cut. The second limit Steel, can manipulate a hundred threads, infusing the power to cut and penetrate. The third limit Absolute, can manipulate a thousand threads, instilling the ultimate destructive power…”

“I spent fifteen years and reached the second limit Steel…”

Amos took a step forward, at this moment he had completely transformed into a young man in his twenties. His clothes were tight and delineated a strong and athletic figure. His hair was long, but it was pulled back and tied into a black ponytail.

The band used was a metal thread.

Amos took out a pack of cigarettes from his bosom, and with a gentle spring of his fingers, a cigarette, spinning, was held in his mouth.

“Killing you is only going to take half a minute!”

Next to a collapsed sculpture fountain, Casio slowly raised his hands, the skin had again become delicate and fair. His body started to emit a muffled sound, one after another.

Those were two heartbeats with completely different frequencies.

One of them was like a drum.

Casio locked eyes with Amos, still with a cold face: “You don’t think you’re the only one with a hidden card, do you?”

The sentence only had twelve words, but it shifted between three voices in an instant, just like three completely differently styled people mixed together. Steady and grand, cold and indifferent, ferocious and blood-thirsty.

Amos seemed to see, three faces overlapping on Casio’s face, crazy calm, bloodthirsty peaceful, arrogant yet indifferent.

A number of contradictions coexisted while bizarrely switching quickly.

One behind the other, one left, one right. Two formidable auras radiated centered on themselves, causing the surrounding leaves to rustle.

“What is this move you’re doing?” Amos narrowed his eyes, he could also feel the threat emanating from Casio.

“Just a rudimentary self-created boxing technique…”

Casio turned into an indifferent posture and charged forward. The next second, he turned into a murderous personality, and the corners of his mouth drew a wild laugh.

“Hahaha, but, it’s enough to kill you!”

“I think you have a split personality!” Amos instantly pulled all the threads, also charging furiously towards Casio.

The two parties turned into two shadows, approaching at great speed.

Amos in his young form had a reflective mirror surface, exuding a killing intent. Suddenly, his gaze drifted to Casio’s shoulders, there were no logos. All core members of the Organization have the Devil’s Eye logo on their right shoulders, they were left by some special strange power.