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Chapter 394 - 394 230 Finger Knife vs Finger Gun (4000)_2

Chapter 394: 230 Finger Knife vs Finger Gun (4000)_2 Chapter 394: 230 Finger Knife vs Finger Gun (4000)_2 Right now, it’s just a prototype, or perhaps it can be called a half-move. Casio has yet to perfect it, and it has a sizable flaws.

It should not have been used in a sparring match at the ranks of fighters, but Casio, entrenched in a murderous personality, was naturally arrogant and audacious, and utterly fearless. Coupled with the previous bout of contact with this murderous persona, he felt that his opponent was not as strong as he is.

Thus, he used his half-formed move directly in battle.

The best way to test whether a killing move and secret technique are useful or not is through combat, which can instantly reveal any shortcomings.

Casio dared to do what others didn’t dare to do due to his extraordinary healing abilities provided by the Secret Martial Art of the Demon Idol.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Sounds like an air wheel being driven emanated from Casio’s arms. His muscles expanded and flexed. At this moment, they were as tight as a taut steel wire, until his combined palms suddenly exploded.

The bud bloomed, and hundreds of arms grew out from it!

Countless overlapping hands, perhaps a shadow left in the air meant that Casio had struck ten times. Punches and palm strikes piled up into a wave, overtaking Diaz in an open and honest manner!

“!!!”

Diaz’s eyes widened. The two arms he extended bit like pythons, boasting formidable power. The python swallow is a fierce grappling technique; no matter if it hits the opponent’s joints or catches their limbs, all five fingers can pierce into their skin.

It’s like a sharp knife, cutting and biting.

Causing destruction to muscle fibers and even bones.

But now, he felt it wasn’t the opponent getting bitten, but himself. The two extended arms were instantly covered by a myriad of attacks, and the massive force of the punches and palm strikes smashed his flesh, bruising his arms and breaking his skin open.

It was like placing his bare hands into a meat grinder.

There were no special techniques or tricky angles of attack. Just speed, and sheer number! Even though there was a large amount of aimless attacks seemingly hitting nothing due to lack of control, the remaining attacks were still enough to envelop Diaz.

Sharp pain coursed through his arms, turning numb almost instantaneously. Diaz violently retreated, but it was too late. He was hit in the chest by a flurry of punches.

Diaz gave a muffled grunt, feeling a surge of nausea almost welling up from his stomach. But he suppressed it and used the force of the punches to leap back several tens of meters.

His feet tore into the ground, forming two deep pits.

The veins in Diaz’s neck bulged, and his twitching arms seemed as if they were shaking uncontrollably. He took a deep breath, as if he had invoked a certain secret technique, and then quickly raised his hands.

His arms were extremely red, with spots of blue.

The veins under his skin looked as if they were about to explode.

Looking at Casio, who was still charging towards him, Diaz abruptly drew three large circles in the air with his arms. His muscle fibres returned to their original state. He spread his fingers wide and slowly slid them in the air, leaving behind a trail of red light as he moved.

“Ten Flames!”

Whoosh! The faint orange aura across his body violently receded, returning into his body. This was a fighter’s symbol of concentrating all their strength into a single point – going all out.

Diaz suddenly leapt up, taking a step forward.

“Finger Blade!!!”

Unflinching, Casio planted his feet and threw a punch!

“You have a finger blade, I have a finger gun! We’ll see whether your sorry blade is faster, or my machine gun is more formidable!” He swung both hands abruptly, pouring incredible continuous power into every joint of his body, including his palms and fingers.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sound of a raptor’s cry echoed in the air, a sound made by two arms, like long spears, tearing through the air.

The area around his palm blurred as a cluster of air was fiercely forced forward. It eventually collided with Diaz’s Ten Flame Finger Blade.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The dense sounds of collision echoed like fireworks.

Their fingers collided abruptly many times in the air.

With each powerful collision, white air streamed from the tips of the two thumbs, briefly hanging in mid-air like a bubble. Bubbles like these were everywhere, as two forces clashed in a rapid, ongoing confrontation.

From a distance, a group of Secret Martial Artists who were watching the fight fell silent at this moment, staring intently at the place where the two had fiercely collided.

The air wave hitting their faces like a sea wave, one layer after another, was enough to demonstrate the terrifying power of the two fighters’ moves. Among the spectators, there probably wouldn’t be a single person who could withstand any one of the countless finger attacks happening at the moment, those which held such formidable force. The repeated shadow of fingers fluttered into a black cloud.

In the middle of the martial arts field, a surge of red steam rose and hovered in mid-air. Gradually, it solidified and formed into a phantom of a vicious bird.

This was a bloody vulture filled with a murderous aura!

As the battle intensified, the blood vulture became more and more condensed.

Eventually, it seemed to come alive, its ferocious wings suddenly extended with a flourish, and its vicious beak gaped open.

Squawk!!!

The sonic wave exploded like a thunderous roar, sweeping across the entire area.

Not only the martial arts field, but every person in the Red Hand Fist Dojo also shuddered, their hearts skipping a beat. For a second, it was as if their brains went blank, their bodies frozen in place.

Bang!

A blonde figure was abruptly knocked away, crashing through the wall like a flying cloud, landing amidst the rubble of bricks and tiles.

“Gate Master!”

Among the spectators, a disciple of the Red Hand Fist exclaimed, the disheveled figure emerging from the rubble was none other than their master!

“Cough…Cough…Cough!” Diaz was coughing violently, his chest heaving. Eventually, he couldn’t help but cough up a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Diaz has lost!” The leaders of the other martial arts halls, who had come to watch the battle, exchanged glances. They were shocked as they turned their heads back to see in the center of the martial arts field, a blonde figure standing in the deep crater caused by a powerful blow, his hands placed together at his chest.

Splat!

Casio swiftly opened his eyes, and the red steam in the air was quickly withdrawn. He could feel something breaking inside his body. No doubt about it; it was his sixth acupuncture point.

Gurgle, gurgle…

There was a sound of flowing water inside his body, which was actually not water, nor blood, but the Deathfang Power. The thick Deathfang Power was naturally generated and rushed into the acupuncture points.

Quickly filling up that natural storage space.

His hands slightly parted, and there was suddenly a crackle heard from between his palms. The air in the center of his palm was incessantly pierced back and forth by the transparent force, making the sound of breaking airflow.

“Indeed, the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, an assassination fist with inherent lethality, should grow through fighting. The more you fight, the more you struggle with life and death, the faster you progress…”

Casio murmured to himself. Perhaps Feng Liusi’s title of Blood Fist had come from this, as the characteristic of the boxing method was to battle.

Otherwise, why call it Assassination Fist?

He slowly relaxed his hands and glanced at Diaz who was getting up in the distance. Casio didn’t kill him. Diaz just had several fractures on his body; not considered a serious injury for a fighter.

From a long way off, Casio folded his hands in front of him.

“Master Diaz, thank you for your mercy.”

He didn’t care about the shocked spectators near him or the complicated expressions Diaz was giving. He just picked up his hat from the ground by himself.

After giving it a bit of a blow and a pat, he put it back on his head.

With a flick of his index finger on the brim, Casio turned and left.

All along the way, not one of the many disciples or instructors from the Red Hand Fist Dojo dared to block his path. They all moved to the side.

Just the murderous aura and momentum that Casio had left behind from his battle with a top-ranking fighter were not something an ordinary person could approach.

Not to mention that he intentionally released his aura, directly pressuring the ordinary Secret Martial Artists around him, to the point where they were speechless, with cold sweat covering their backs. It was only until Casio left the Red Hand Fist Dojo that this imposing aura gradually disappeared. No one spoke for the next three minutes.

Out on the street outside the dojo, he looked up at the sun.

“There’s still time. Maybe I can challenge another top-ranked fighter at Extreme Softness Way tonight, and then directly go to Evil Eye Fist tomorrow.”