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Chapter 387 - 387 227 Saint Fist Tyrant Fist Extreme Fist (4000)_1

Chapter 387: 227 Saint Fist, Tyrant Fist, Extreme Fist (4000)_1 Chapter 387: 227 Saint Fist, Tyrant Fist, Extreme Fist (4000)_1 Feng Liusi shook his head with a soft smile.

He instinctively reached out to stroke his beard, only realizing then that the thick beard on his chin had been shaved off. Feng Liusi took a slight breath, and his heightened body temperature caused by his strenuous sprint cooled down, returning to normal.

“The Roca Mountain Range enters an irritable period each year from July to September. We descended the mountain a bit early and are now at the tail end of that irritable period. Had we delayed the descent by about a week, obstacles would have been much smaller,” Feng Liusi remarked, glancing at the dense surrounding woods. Various animals and poisonous insects occasionally crawled through the dense shrubbery. With some focus, one could even hear the howling of wolves and growling of bears during the daytime.

“I suspect it might have something to do with the poisonous fog that lingers in the depths of the Roca Mountain Range. The fog frequently appears from July to September…”

As he spoke, Feng Liusi handed over a clean cloth to Casio. “The path out of the Death Valley is more rugged than we imagined, so we probably will have to spend the night in the woods. The fog is more pronounced in the early mornings and it might be poisonous. If necessary, soak the cloth in the river, wet it, and cover your mouth and nose when the fog sets in.”

Casio reached out to take the cloth and nodded.

The two went on with their journey.

The route out of the Death Valley through the Roca Mountain Range is known for its danger despite its mere fifty kilometers. Ferocious beasts, mutated giant beasts, and a variety of eerily exotic poisonous bugs and snakes mark the path. Now, being in the irritable period, the danger is even more impending. The two fighters, Casio and Feng Liusi, banded together for the trip.

Even for them, the journey out of the Roca Mountain Range would take more than a day.

They traveled from the afternoon till dusk.

They advanced over a dozen kilometers, encountering five violent beast attacks along the way. Then there was the relentless altercation with a mutated crow flock. The birds had poisonous claws, acted in harmony, and were numerous. The crows chased Casio and Feng Liusi for several kilometers until about a thousand of them had been killed before the rest gave up.

The most dangerous encounter, however, was with the deadly noxious fog.

Casio had experienced the noxious fog when he first arrived at Death Valley. Just breathing the air led to a burning sensation, and eventually, blood seeped from his physique.

The fog encountered this time was more powerful than the previous. The air inhaled not only incited a burning feeling, but simply the contact of skin with the air led to an irritably hot itch on the skin. In no time at all, rashes would appear.

If they had stayed a little longer, hundreds of blisters would have developed.

Casio spotted a bear corpse in the fog. The bear was covered in massive rotting blisters with an eerie semi-transparent red color, each as big as an eyeball, making it seem like the bear was covered in red eyes. It hadn’t been dead for long, and its blood blisters were still erupting with a popping sound. Drops of pus splattered on the ground causing a hissing sound as it corroded the mud.

The two sprinted through the foggy patch of woods, and once they reached normal air, the rash on their skin, which had started to bubble, returned to normal. Casio caught a mutated monkey and used its life field to heal himself and Feng Liusi. This little setback, however, brought the darkness of night more quickly.

The two of them chose a clearing to set a fire. They didn’t need any tools. Striking a hand knife on a rock would cause sparks. If they wanted a wooden house, they could build one on the spot.

Casio replaced manual labor with a gust of wind. His hands turned into a chainsaw of sorts and quickly felled several trees. He then shaved the logs into wood suitable for a simple shelter to shield them from the wind and rain. The weather in the afternoon hadn’t been promising, and there was a chance of rain at night.

So, he drew out about ten branches and wedged the ends of each branch into the trunks of two neighboring trees to create a hanging bed. He easily made two of them.

Feng Liusi caught two wild chickens and roasted them on the fire. After a simple dinner, it started raining as they had expected.

In the pitch-black clouds, the dull sound of thunder echoed like the roaring of heavy artillery, making hearts palpitate at the veiled might of nature.

A streak of white lightning tinged purple streaked across the sky, striking a corner of the Roca Mountain Range with a crack. It looked like a lightning tree growing from the ground with its branches stretched towards the sky. Casio’s hair stood on ends and he felt a tingling all over.

The more one knows, the more one has to fear, especially with the increasing realm of martial arts that makes one more sensitive to elements. The rapidly developing steel machinery, the terror of natural forces, and the boundless cosmos make the human flesh seem so insignificant.

“At my level, even among fighters, I am certainly not weak. I can withstand handguns, machine guns, and artillery guns. But what about explosive rockets? Missiles? It seems I am helpless against them…” Casio looked up at the dark sky, feelings stirring within him.

“This is just human technology, but what about the terrifying strike of natural lightning, landslides, tsunamis, earthquakes…” He murmured, and a thought rose in his mind: “How far is the end of martial arts? And where lies the pinnacle of secret martial arts?”

Casio did not know; he could not answer these questions.

Rolling thunder once again crossed the sky as if two massive iron balls were colliding above them.

Then, a heavy downpour struck, the pouring rain droplets, as large as beans, hit the tree crowns, ground, and river surface continuously, and the burst droplets form a blurry veil of water.