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Chapter 368: 217 Death Fang (4000)_2 Chapter 368: 217 Death Fang (4000)_2 Boom, boom, boom!

Dust was flying all over the wilderness, both their footsteps creating a dozen or so deep pits in the ground around them. The clash of fists stirred up the dust, creating ripples of shock waves in the air.

“Show me your kill shot! This is nothing! If the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist is only at this level, then what kind of Blood Fist is it?”

Casio, in his killer persona, was irritable and frantic. With this state and temporal negation of Feng Liusi’s fighter’s aura through the demon idol’s life field, he managed to speedily recover most of his chest injuries with his exceptional regenerative abilities.

The situation had return to a stalemate of continued blows.

The already arrogant killer persona of Casio became even more haughty.

Feng Liusi was somewhat surprised when Casio neutralised the effect of his aura, and now, even more so when facing the killer persona of Casio. He faintly discerned a familiar scent but didn’t voice out anything. Like a ringing alarm clock, Feng Liusi resoundingly warned, “20 seconds left…”

Boom!

An pit exploded under Feng Liusi’s feet, his body carved a crimson arc in the air, he rapidly closed in on Casio with a tricky angle.

“As you wish!”

“South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, Secret Skill, Blood Reflecting Flower…”

In Casio’s eyes, Feng Liusi’s hands, positioned on his chest, seemed to suddenly blossom. Morphing into hundreds of crimson arms reaching out, with afterimages of countless palms forming a lotus flower.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap…

Countless smacks resonated throughout Casio’s body. The tricky blows came like a storm, one after another, relentless like raindrops. He could feel an eerie force penetrating every punch or palm that landed on his body, subsequently burying into his muscles like needles.

Thud! The final blow landed on Casio’s chest.

He was sent flying and crashed into a tree.

Amid the flying wood fragments, Feng Liusi’s spread arms came together again, forming a crimson lotus in front of his chest and declared, “Detonate!”

Crackle crackle!

Casio shuddered, leaning against the tree trunk. Nearly a hundred forces that were drilled into his body detonated simultaneously, making a sound akin to frying beans under his skin. Some blood vessels and muscle fibres burst, and blood began to seep from his ears and nose.

Casio’s face was a grim sight, but he still raised his head to look at Feng Liusi, not far in the distance. In the face of bewildered gaze, he showed a grim smile.

“Very good, very good! A move purely for attack, I can feel the screams of every soul that died under this move!”

“Splendid…”

Casio seemed a bit intoxicated as he took a deep breath.

His tongue licked the scarlet blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

“…” Feng Liusi frowned, he felt an inexplicable sense that the youth in front of him was even more insane than he was. Feng Liusi felt deeply uneasy about this sense of familiarity.

Next moment, he suddenly appeared at Casio’s side. A powerful roundhouse kick sent him flying, with incredible force. Casio, in mid-air, brutally collided with three trees.

Finally stabilising his posture, he adjusted and landed on the ground. His exquisite face dyed with a morbid flush, murmuring to himself.

“This is the feeling… Yes, that’s right… ”

Casio’s right hand lightly traced the air, with a few flips, it actually formed a trajectory similar to that of the ‘Blood Reflecting Flower.’

Feng Liusi’s voice drew nearer compellingly. His feet sprinted across the ground, his eyes becoming redder with each second. “Secret Skill, Deep Red Waterfall Burst!” Whoosh! A large cluster of red mist extended from Feng Liusi’s arm, continuously swirling around his weakened fist.

Eventually, it seemed to form an enormous red arm, enveloping the original one. With a swift swing of his right hand,

The red giant hand shot out like eagle claw, ripping apart a robust human-figure-sized tree trunk with a squelching sound. The part of the tree grasped turned into mud.

Casio aggressively lunged forward, ceaselessly attempting to counterattack Feng Liusi. The two of them rolled and dodged about in the sparse forest, causing thick tree trunks to be snapped. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed like muffled thunder.

Boom!

By the lake, in a deep pit, the two of them confronted each other, locked in a standoff. Feng Liusi pressed down with one claw, his arm wreathed in red mist. Casio crossed his arms, like an impenetrable barricade, with a white stream of energy swirling around, occasionally flashing with red ripples.

“Five seconds to go!” Feng Liusi’s eyes were almost completely filled with bloodshot streaks; his entire face was distorted with ferocity.

He pushed forward with one palm, the huge red arm covering his real one detached, as if powered on its own, and forced Casio to retreat.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

With each of Casio’s footfalls, a downward chasm would form, the sound similar to that of a pile driver.

“Azure Blood Ripple Finger Gun!”

He fiercely spread his five fingers, each one striking the red arm that was pressing down on him. After about twenty strikes, it finally collapsed.

However, a figure that had been ready to pounce came seamlessly swooping in: “Red Vulture Fist, Secret Technique, Wicked Spear!”

Feng Liusi spread his hands, and under the sunlight, they were like two sharp spears radiating red light, swirling his arms in one swift motion.

His firm forearm pointed directly at Casio’s throat and the space between his eyebrows. His other thumb tightly gripped, with only his middle and index fingers stretching out like spear tips. The tips of his fingers, like spikes, traced a bloody arc in the air.

Casio tilted his head, and with his body to one side, he dodged the two strikes at the very last possible distance. When he turned around and raised his head, the corner of his eye had been scratched, forming a sharp and alluring curve.

“Again! Here we go, again!”

He swung his hands, his left arm sloping down, his right arm sloping up, forming a parallel equal sign about five centimeters from his chest. His hands fused into a knife shape, with white energy gushing from the surface.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

By the lakeside, the shadowy figures of Casio and Feng Liusi crazily clashed. White and red collided, fists and spears met. It was like a sparring match between two masters wielding cold weapons, their combat power and physical strength pushed to the limit.

Thud! Thud!

The red palm hit Casio’s chest, the white fist imprinted on Feng Liusi’s shoulder. The two men both retreated with a rhythmic cadence.

Feng Liusi stepped into the lake one step at a time, the water almost submerging half of his body. His eyes retained only a trace of clarity.

A hoarse voice once again resonated, pointing directly at Casio.

“Young man! You are the first and the only one to fight me to this point without a fighter’s realm! So I plan to give you a final warning: once there is a deviation, I will automatically switch into the ultimate form of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist: Liberation.”

“At that time, all types of explosive techniques, various secret techniques, and even the secret skill Death Fang, can be released freely and at will, as if the physical limits are completely lifted…”

Feng Liusi’s voice became increasingly hoarse and low, finally turning into a low rumble like stones rubbing against each other. At this moment, Casio also felt an unprecedented threat, his sensitive senses throughout his body issued warnings, this was absolute danger!

Feng Liusi was exuding an unlike any human, an aura of absolute indifference towards life. Casio had to push himself, igniting every ounce of his strength within him.

He took a deep breath; his Demon Idol Secret Martial Art was pushed to its limit. This was a prototype of a new move Casio thought of in his recent state of inspiration. Continuously amplifying the frequency vibrations of the Demon Idol’s life field until it covered the human life field within the body.

Using a stronger field to control his own power, stoking the potential in his muscles. Casio clapped his hands together and the heartbeat of the Idol’s heart spread throughout his body. The terrifying muscles he had long been without exploded all over his body, and his blood vessels crawled and twisted like small blackish-green serpents.

At two meters tall, his face indifferent, Casio swung open his hands. Due to the fast speed, it initially seemed like he had eight arms on his body, alternatively spread open, fisted, or in the shape of a blade.

This was the terrifying breathless continuous strikes brought on by the third segment of Exhale.

Casio’s power was pushed to its limit at this moment.

Screech!

Separated by more than ten meters, a brutal bird-like screech soared. Feng Liusi’s body burst out into clusters of blood-red steam, his human figure obscured. The steam ascended from his arms, shoulders, top of his head into the sky, forming a pair of enormous and ferocious wings.

“Secret Skill, Death Fang…”