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Chapter 410: 238 Eye of Darkness (4300)_1 Chapter 410: 238 Eye of Darkness (4300)_1 Hiss…

Crackle, crackle, crackle …

Casio holds his hands horizontally in front of him, continually shattering the air between his palms with special force, producing a distorted air flow effect.

The moment Deathfang Power is released, it instantly merges with the aura field of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, creating an excellent effect where one plus one is greater than two. If it could be said that Casio’s aura field was somewhat stagnant before, now it has been revitalized.

A suffocating terror killing intensity is released from the centre of Casio, the faint red bloody smell merging into the air, presenting an undulating wave. Just a glance at this by the Star Ring Fist’s Aro, who was already severely injured on the side, causes him to experience a strong mental shock, as if a tide of blood is surging over him.

The overlapping scarlet blood waves are more than ten meters high.

In his blurred vision, Aro feels as if he is immersed in a red world, where the nauseating bloody smell almost suffocates him. He is now completely out of breath.

Tch!

Aro is hurriedly pulled outwards by a pair of hands for a distance of more than ten meters, finally leaning against a marble load-bearing pillar. A middle-aged man fiercely slaps Aro’s face.

With a pop, he temporarily snaps him out of it.

Aro shudders violently, feeling a little dizzy and the burning slap mark on his cheek. He begins to gasp heavily. Thankfully his uncle managed to bring him back to his senses.

Otherwise, he, who was already mentally unguarded, might have been oppressed by that terrifying killing intent until he collapsed. The worst-case scenario is that he could have become completely ruined, and at the least, his momentum from challenging a county of boxing practitioners would be completely broken. Aro has seen people like that before, who were originally proud sons of heaven, but were unexpectedly crushed by pressure. And for the next decade or so, they didn’t progress at all.

“Phew… that was terrifying…”

Aro is still shaking, his back is covered in sweat and one hand is on his chest, feeling the wildly pounding heart.

The ground on the edge of the fighting field is unexpectedly clean and smooth.

All the stone powder fragments have been blown away by the gale caused by the collision of the two auras, and the whistling sound of the wind can be faintly heard.

In the centre of the turbulent airflow, two blurred figures are observing each other. The Great Elder of the Evil Eye Fist squints at Casio. He can feel that the realm of his opponent’s aura and Qi is not as good as his own, and the will of his boxing technique has not fully manifested.

But Casio possesses a strong killing intent that makes people’s hearts palpitate. This is not empty posturing, but the murderous aura accumulated from the actual deaths of his opponents. This is almost solidified in their auric field.

This blond youth in front of him is not as delicate and elegant as he appears but is indeed, a butcher!

This level of killing intent, the Great Elder of the Evil Eye Fist has never seen on Blood Fist. Just imagine how many people this youth named Casio has killed? How much blood has he relished?

Did he start learning to kill from the womb?!

The Great Elder Buck of the Evil Eye Fist is cautious. The opponent’s momentarily unleashed killing intent propelled his aura, temporarily holding his own. He is not an opponent to be underestimated.

He lifts up his old hand slightly and adjusts his glasses. The reflection on the glasses makes it impossible to see his eyes. The Great Elder Buck stomps his right foot on the ground and the surrounding area shakes. He positions himself in an instant, assuming a special combat stance.

His right leg stretches forward, toes pointing diagonally down. The weight of his body is shifted backward, supported by his steadily planted left leg. His aged arms are raised horizontally in front of his chest, assuming a defensive stance.

The black airflow around him quickly converges towards him like a vortex, and the Evil Eye in the air also gradually descends to his head.

Directly opposite.

Casio is especially excited. He himself doesn’t know why he is so worked up all of a sudden, but he just feels inexplicably excited in the collision just now and has entered a special state. It’s a bit like the Southern Dipper state, but also a bit different. To put it simply, excitement is constantly overflowing from his heart, and his limbs and palms are itching and hot.

Rustle…

A sound like water flowing in his body faintly echoes.

Having just broken through nine acupuncture points, these dangerous Deathfang Powers are advancing towards the next acupuncture point. The force of separation and decomposition continuously touches the tenth acupuncture point, as if it’s eager to try.

Casio has a faint feeling of emptiness in his heart, but it’s quickly obscured by the surging desire to fight. His hands rotate and slide across the space in front of his chest, his palm encompassed by the Deathfang Power keeps perforating the air, leaving a faint red trailing flame.

“Come on, boy! Show me how much the fighter who defeated Justin weighs!” The Great Elder Buck pounces forward fiercely. His hands open wide, drawing two massive arcs in mid-air, eventually forming claws, biting from both sides.

“You will find out very soon!”

A glint of sternness flashes in Casio’s eyes as his hands instantly fling open. He throws a punch with his left hand, props up a palm with his right, seemingly predicting his position. In mid-air, he simultaneously intercepts Buck’s attack route.

Two pops.

Casio’s body suddenly thrusts forward, then his hands swing forward in one smooth motion, his fingertips tracing a red arc in mid-air.

Two lines of blood-colored afterimages seem to be left on the retina.

Buck steps back and glances at his chest. His clothes have been torn, along with the aged skin on his shoulders. Two straight and narrow blood lines seem to be constantly expanding.