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Chapter 411 - 411 238 Eye of Darkness (4300)_2

Chapter 411: 238 Eye of Darkness (4300)_2 Chapter 411: 238 Eye of Darkness (4300)_2 At the same time, he also felt pain searing through his palms. Two forces of tearing decomposition were wreaking havoc there. Buck’s eyes bulged, he looked at Casio quizzically, and the next second he confirmed, “Red Vulture Fist! Blood Fist Feng Liusi?”

“How could it be…”

Buck murmured to himself, his shoulders shuddered, and the skin that was in the process of being torn, incredibly, briefly gathered together. His fist trembled slightly, a drop of fresh blood fell from the wound, and when it hit the marble ground, it exploded, leaving a trace of tearing.

He forcibly pushed out the Deathfang Power with his internal Qi.

“Didn’t that old guy Feng Liusi deviate into madness three years ago? He’s been hiding in the Roca Mountain Range. Nobody in the Red Eagle Boxing Gate has inherited his unique Red Vulture Fist…”

“Could it be a disciple nurtured by Feng Liusi in secret?!”

Buck looked at Casio uncertainly, hesitating to attack first. But when Buck did not make a move, Casio did.

A blood-red shadow forcibly squeezed into the aura.

Casio’s body was like rubber, his feet shrank and sprang on the ground, flinging himself forward at breakneck speed. His arm swung, and in a flash, it twitched.

In mid-air, his fingertips wrapped in spinning red air, like a burning meteor, ruthlessly pierced towards Buck. Red Mist Finger Gun!

Yes, his fractured finger from the fight with Justin not long ago had already healed under the effect of recovery.

This was his real hidden card from the continuous challenges.

Demon Idol Secret Martial Art had always been Casio’s firmest support.

Even more important than the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist.

Buck saw Casio attack him and wanted to counterattack quickly. But he sensed a trace of danger and changed his course mid-way. He dodged this move with a swift slide on his side.

The Finger Gun barely missed his shoulder, leaving a small piece of flesh torn off by the raging force, and finally impaled ferociously on a marble pillar.

The angle was slightly skewed, and his finger slid past with a sound.

Suddenly, half of the marble pillar wound up evenly cleaved, revealing a smooth gap as wide as a finger.

If this hit a human, their internal organs would probably spill out, and the sturdy bone structure would be shattered.

Though his strike did not hit the mark, Casio’s excitement only increased. When Buck’s blood spilled onto his face, Casio immediately came under the attack of the impending silhouette. A black and a red shadow flickered on the ground.

For the onlookers around them, the duration of contact on their retinas was very brief. Like dropped frames, they would appear at different locations with each frame. The robust physique and fierce battle skill of the veteran fighters burst forth, with punches, kicks, elbow strikes being thrown relentlessly.

Whoo!

A red fist, like a huge swing hammer, tore through afterimages, and landed on a marble pillar. A human-sized hole appeared on the surface of the pillar, and stone chips flowed down like powder.

Bam!

A black fist retracted and broke free, barely grazing the opponent’s blond hair. The pendulum-shaped arm swung, and the knuckles on the index finger protruded like a hammer. With a swish sound, they jabbed into the wall.

Suddenly, a spider-web crack of nearly half a person’s area spread out. A few specks of red blood sprinkled on the white wall.

During this period, the two of them collided countless times. Casio just felt the flame in his heart burning more and more fiercely, and suddenly a crackling sound rang in his ear.

In a flurry, the Deathfang Power burst into the tenth acupuncture point!

“Another breakthrough?”

He was just about to carefully sense it when a looming leg shadow rushed from the side. Casio hurriedly stretched his right arm, quickly clashed with the instep. A strong force pushed him five meters away.

His soles fiercely rubbed against the marble ground.

“His boxing method is indeed the special style of Justin’s Red Vulture Fist, but his secret techniques and other moves differ greatly. He has plentiful combat experience, but his mastery of linking techniques is lacking; his physique is strong, but his instant-burst lethality is insufficient. His overall strength is roughly at the level of a normal veteran fighter, not comparable to those who can fight desperately at full power…”

As Buck fought with Casio, he also tested him. He roughly estimated his opponent’s strength. The manifestation of boxing method and will is generally a marker to distinguish ordinary fighters and veteran fighters.

Presently, Casio hadn’t reached that level. Even if he had the rudiments, it was only the rudiments. He couldn’t add will to his boxing method when fighting at full strength, filling each punch and kick with a terrifying and powerful aura.

“I can’t drag this out any longer. Even though he seems to be out of tricks, if the fight continues my old bones…”

Thoughts raced through Buck’s mind. His fighting style was just like that. He would force out the enemy’s full strength, formulate a plan in his mind and then suddenly burst into action, defeating his opponent.

Watching the slender blonde figure who constantly wielded his arms, Buck was slightly surprised by Casio’s muscle density. But his surprise was only slight. When one reaches the level of a veteran fighter, physique is no longer the most influential factor in determining one’s strength. True, the opponent’s strength and speed were formidable, but they were not yet significant enough to sway the outcome of the battle.

Years of practicing the Evil Eye Fist made Buck, in addition to mastering the deadly techniques in the centuries-old tradition, create a technique in the last ten years that perfectly fit his martial arts.