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Chapter 392 - 392 229 Bloodhand Fist Flame Python (4100)_2

Chapter 392: 229 Bloodhand Fist: Flame Python (4100)_2 Chapter 392: 229 Bloodhand Fist: Flame Python (4100)_2 The crowd around the martial arts field, men and women alike, were discussing. They were all secret martial artists, with strength usually equivalent to that of a boxing master.

After all, they are the stationed masters of various martial arts school branches, and without some strength, the headquarters of the secret martial arts school would not send them to maintain order.

In the center of the field, Casio’s eyes were under the shadow of his hat.

He quietly stared at his opponent ten meters away.

The master of the Bloodhand Fist, Diaz, stepped into the realm of the fighter five years ago and is now fifty-five. Nicknamed Flame Python, his aggressive attack approach and the bloodhand secret art he cultivated made him quite threatening.

He was dressed in long trousers and a long shirt, with white hair. He looked about thirty years old, with an extraordinary appearance. However, he was missing a small part on the lobe of his right ear, which seemed to be a remnant of a healed injury.

Casio’s attention was not elsewhere, but on Diaz’s two hands. This pair of palms was noticeably larger than an average person’s but didn’t show signs like wide joints or calluses which could have resulted from cultivation. Instead, they were slender and shiny, perfect. Like a pianist who has been practicing for many years.

However, Casio’s sharp gaze still noticed the unusual features on these hands. There was a red dot on Diaz’s fingernails, and starting from the red dot, a faint line extended up to the back of his hand. It looked like the meridians, and a bit like the surface of the bones, slowly extending to the wrist.

On the wrist, the red lines formed a closed circle.

“Just like what Feng Liusi said, the Bloodhand Secret Art focuses on the five fingers. His entire martial art skills should be all in his palm.”

Casio was certain, then he raised his head and met Diaz’s gaze. It seemed as if gunpowder was being ignited in the air.

“You don’t seem to be from Windsor County, right? I wonder which county you are from? So, I can visit you later…”

Diaz said word by word, although his tone had no emotional fluctuations, it actually had a touch of gunpowder.

This stranger fighter who came to challenge their gym acted in a style quite different from other fighters of secret martial arts schools. Instead, he carried a sharp force as if he was a sword tip aiming at your eyes directly, giving people a very uncomfortable metallic sharpness.

“No need to visit, there’s only me in my school,” Casio squinted his eyes, instantly adopted the beginning stance of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist.

“Just you?” Diaz opened his mouth to speak.

Suddenly, a heavy killing intent like a ripple spread in the air, causing the airflow to visibly distort.

“Stop babbling! I came to Windsor County for a fight, your fighting desire is not strong enough…”

“Then let me force you a bit!”

Casio’s eyes turned crimson, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. As he entered his killer personality, he became much more arrogant than his primary persona.

Bang!

Gravel exploded from a small pit.

A silhouette rushed forward rapidly in the sand and dust. His arms were spread out, appearing as agile as a bird soaring in the sky.

“What strong killing intent!”

A glint flashed in Diaz’s eyes. Since the opponent had taken the initiative, he could not fall behind either. He immediately adopted the fighting posture of the Bloodhand Fist, contracted his body and then surged forward.

Both of them were impossibly fast. Their steps on the ground stirred up a gust of sand and dust. Two swift black lines on the martial arts field quickly closing in.

“They started!”

It was then that the spectators near the greenery reacted.

Casio’s footstep quaked again, at the peak of his accelerated speed, he suddenly threw a punch, leaving a distorted afterimage in the air. Diaz wasn’t falling behind either, he flared his five fingers on his right hand, and the tips of his nails shone with five sharp red lights.

Squeak! Hiss!

A sudden cry of a bird of prey and a python’s hiss filled the air.

Bang! Thud thud thud thud thud!

Their four arms clashed rapidly, using basic moves from their secret martial arts, each simple punch meeting another.

What is at stake is the force and speed of their fists!

Bang!

Casio tilted his body backward as his fist swung out like a spring. Diaz, as if hit by a hammer, trembled and stumbled back three steps.

“Our speed is almost the same, but his strength is far greater!”

He narrowed his eyes seriously. The Red Hand Fist was known for speed, and the strength wasn’t weak either. But in the first exchange with the opponent, his two strong points were temporarily suppressed.

Although it was merely basic moves, which can’t represent the true strength of both sides, it could still reveal a lot.

Diaz took a deep breath, his hands suddenly lit up, and ten blood dots appeared on his fingernails. His body shot forward like a black line, using his ten fingers as attack points, he launched his offensive relentlessly.

Whir Whir Whir Whir Whir…

A series of grinding sounds rang out from Casio’s body as Diaz’s ten fingers, sharp as a knife, swiftly slashed across his skin.

The fabric was torn, exposing the white skin underneath. A spark erupted as the fingers scraped across, leaving a faint trace of blood.

Diaz swiftly retracted his move and retreated, narrowly escaping the punch swung by Casio. His eyes were firmly fixed on the wound, his gaze heavy.

“Such thick skin. I originally thought that given his slender appearances, his physique wouldn’t be particularly strong, possibly inclined towards agility and skill-based fighters. To my surprise, not only his speed but also his power and defense are strong! Did he practice any powerful external skill secret art like Hard Qigong? My fingers almost got worn out…”

Diaz perceived his attack just now to have been against a rock coated with ceramic tiles, merely scraping a bit of skin.

“No weaknesses, for now!”

He widened his stance; his muscles quickly adjusted, his hands slightly trembling, entering a peculiar state of exertion.

A stretched black shadow was already rushing towards him rapidly.

Whoosh!

A slender arm wrapped in a white current of energy forcefully smashed the air below. Diaz initially attempted to punch but seeing this, he side-stepped to dodge.

The fist landed on the sandy surface with a thump.

A large amount of mud was blasted outward from the tremor released, disintegrating into dust that engulfed Casio.

Swoosh!

Amongst the rain of dirt, a kick as powerful as a battle axe swung around. Diaz leaned back and braced himself with one hand on the ground, then rolled sideways, spinning to elbow punch the incoming enemy.

His elbow collided with another punch from Casio.

In the distance, swish!

The few people watching the fight heard a swooshing sound in their ears.

A piece of rock, accidentally kicked up, whizzed past their ears like a bullet and violently crashed into a wall.

The middle-aged woman who had been speaking abruptly shut her mouth.

Turning around, she saw a large hole in the wall.

Returning her gaze to the field, the two figures in the middle had disappeared, shrouded in the upturned dust. They could only vaguely see two silhouettes swiftly rolling and maneuvering with flying fists and feet. The sound of intense and loud collisions continued to echo.

The ground beneath their feet was also shaking, with tiny ripples of force causing unsteadiness. The feet of the observers felt numb.

Swoosh!

A white-haired figure burst backward out of the dust cloud, leaving a nearly ten-meter-long black skid mark on the floor after a firm step.

Following closely, Casio came out of the dust. His golden hair appeared exceptionally dazzling in the sunlight. He was looking at Diaz.

“Feng Liusi told me that the few fighters in Windsor County aren’t worth paying attention to. I didn’t believe it at first, but I do now.” A manic grin spread across Casio’s face.

His red eyes seemed to become even more intense.

Just like a pair of purely beautiful rubies.

“You’ve been holding back the entire time. It’s boring. Aren’t you going to use your trump card, the Bloodhand Fist? If you don’t use it now, you may not get another chance…”

Casio had a delicate face, but his grin was incredibly hideous. The corners of his eyes, which resembled a fox’s, seemed to emit a red gleam.

“South Dipper Red Vulture Fist!”

Whoosh, a formidable fighter’s aura suddenly burst forth.

One after another, red steam started rising from Casio’s body.

He meant business now.

Seeing this, Diaz took a deep breath.

Since you’re so aggressive, I’ll have to use the full force of my Bloodhand Fist. Don’t blame me if you get hurt or killed!

He suddenly shouted, and his surging aura exploded out, clashing with Casio’s own force field.

Ps: Eager for monthly tickets…(˘̩̩̩ε˘̩ƪ), I have to go to a relative’s house for dinner tomorrow. Let me see if I can write a bit more while sitting in the car after the meal. Aargh, I don’t want to run around, I just want to stay at home.