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Chapter 414 - 414 239 Blood Fist Returns (4000)_2

Chapter 414: 239 Blood Fist Returns (4000)_2 Chapter 414: 239 Blood Fist Returns (4000)_2 With a snap, his five senses came back into focus.

Casio, who was a dozen meters away, stopped his reckless flailing. After coming out of the Eye of Darkness state, he quickly located Buck. Casio casually tossed away the broken column, punched hard on the massive column next to him, and pulled out a new one.

Buck deeply inhaled. At this moment, his inner tension was at its peak, pressing his palms together in front of his chest. His exaggerated muscular arm lines bulged, with veins popping and twisting beneath.

Releasing his aura to the extreme, he prepared to catch the opponent’s every move. His physical body was on standby, ready to make any quick responses.

Looking towards the muscular giant not far away, the glimmer in Buck’s half-lens glasses flickered. He roared in his heart, “Bring it on, let’s see how long your secret techniques can last! Although I am already old, I can still endure for ten seconds or so…”

Bang!

Before Buck could finish his inner monologue, a sudden huge shadow appeared before him, sending him flying.

Spewing a mouthful of blood mid-air, he was flung headlong towards the entrance of the tunnel, and then, hit the ground hard.

Cough, cough, cough!

Buck spat out another mouthful of blood, but saw a dark shadow enveloping him from above. A circular column weighing several tons was crashing down, squeezing the air into a white mist.

Whoosh!

A sharp scream suddenly came from the entrance of the fighting field.

It was like a cry of a proud eagle.

Whoosh!

An air wave spread across the fighting field in all directions, with Buck’s position at the center.

The surrounding area fell silent, with the atmosphere congealing as if the air had stilled. The marble column hung in mid-air, underneath was a support of the clenched fist. Its surface was releasing a cluster of red vapor…

Underneath the stone column, Buck’s eyes widened in shock. The familiar sound of a punch, the familiar aura, could it be?

He looked back.

Who are you?!

The newcomer was a handsome middle-aged man in his forties, with a high and straight nose bridge, and eyebrows as strong as seagull wings. His black hair hung down in disarray, partly covering his brows and one eye, which inexplicably carried a wild aura.

Just by seeing him block Casio’s attack with a punch, one could tell that this person was a formidable fighter!

But, who are you?

Buck was a bit confused. Judging by the familiar sensation earlier, he thought it was Blood Fist Feng Liusi. But apart from the aura, there was nothing similar to Feng Liusi in the middle-aged man before him. Both Blood Fist and himself were old men with long beards.

There was absolutely no comparison between this middle-aged man and them.

Could it be…

A terrifying thought suddenly struck Buck.

Blood Fist Feng Liusi, the middle-aged man before him, and the blond youth Casio – all of them were from the same hidden school!

He had once learned that the Red Vulture Fist executed by Feng Liusi vastly differed from the Red Vulture Secret Martial Art of the Red Vulture Boxing Gate. According to some traces, it was very likely a top-tier Secret Martial Art.

However, he didn’t quite understand why Feng Liusi, who possessed such top-tier Secret Martial Art, wouldn’t teach his disciples from the Red Vulture Boxing Gate. But now, he somewhat understood that Feng Liusi’s Red Vulture Fist probably originated from another sect – a hidden sect with top-tier Secret Martial Art.

Just as Buck was thinking this, a low voice sounded from above, “Get out of there fast. Do you want to be killed by the column…”

Immediately, regardless of his pride, Buck rolled away as soon as he came to his senses.

At the entrance to the fighting field, Feng Liusi, now bearing the appearance of a middle-aged man, slapped upwards forcefully, and the Deathfang Power was instantly imbued into the column.

Crackle, the energy of decomposition and fission began to spread rapidly.

The three-meter-long marble was being broken into powder inch by inch by that special force, peeling and cracking along the fissures.

Feng Liusi glanced at Casio in the state of a demon idol, as well as the chaotic and disordered aura that was in contact with his own.

He realized in an instant that Casio was now in a state of deviation.

His condition resembled his own during his seclusion in Death Valley several months ago, but there seemed to be some differences. Feng Liusi didn’t know what the differences were, but the solution was the same.

He merely needed to exhaust all of Casio’s Deathfang Power.

He could entirely make use of his own Deathfang Power to counteract and deplete Casio’s, achieving optimal results. Feng Liusi estimated that it would only take him about a minute or two to completely nullify the Deathfang Power in Casio’s five or six acupuncture points.

No sooner said than done.

Feng Liusi spread out his hands, and the Deathfang Power from the acupuncture points in his body flowed through his muscles and skeletal system to his palms like water.

Then with a strong slap, it collided with the fist that Casio had swung over. At the moment of contact, Feng Liusi’s calm expression changed. He abruptly stepped back, instantly unfolding the Blood Reflecting Flower. Casio was sent flying by the layered cascading shadows of his fists.

“The second stage of Red Vulture Fist! Eleven acupuncture points!”

“No wonder, no wonder…” Feng Liusi clenched his fist, a tearing sound was heard from the surrounding air as he squeezed out Casio’s Deathfang Power that had intruded into his hand, and there was a slight prickling sensation on his skin.

No wonder Casio was deviating; he originally thought that it was a problem with his cultivation practice like his own, caused by impatience. But he didn’t expect it was due to rapid progress! Casio had broken through six acupuncture points since leaving the Roca Mountain Range; his advancement was as simple as eating and drinking.

The rapidly increasing amount of Deathfang Power, plus the quality enhanced by reaching the second stage, will significantly affect the cultivator’s emotional state in a short time. The South Dipper Red Vulture Fist requires a cultivator with a matching temperament; it is also a boxing method that can affect the user’s emotions and personality. So it’s not surprising that Casio, who made quick progress, was affected by it.

But in actuality, there were deeper reasons for Casio’s outburst.

The rapid breakthrough of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist had not affected him to this extent, and Casio’s will could entirely withstand it. The problem was not with the Red Vulture Fist but the three primary mental methods of the Secret Martial Art of the Demon Idol.

Simply put.

The original balance among Casio’s three personalities was disrupted.

The murderous personality, which was originally suppressed by the primary personality and restrained by the aloof personality, had forcefully carved out a crack. The South Dipper Red Vulture Fist is a boxing method mastered by the murderous personality, as well as an ancient assassination fist that greatly complements the murderous personality. They complement each other.

The Qi that Casio mastered was the red steam unique to the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist. Qi is the aggregate of essence, Qi, and spirit, which in turn, would also influence the secret martial artist. With all these factors interacting,

During the previous high-intensity battle, his murderous personality broke through the limitations and temporarily overpowered his primary personality. Hence, Casio was not exactly deviating but was in a terrible state of frenzy. Of course, this has both pros and cons.

A frenzied Casio was indeed on the path of pure dominance. If he could wake up from this state, his subsequent insights into the realm of Tyrant Fist may be beneficial to him as a fighter, thus defining his path earlier.

Fighting field.

A dark shadow struck again at lightning speed.

Feng Liusi grappled with it, continuously using his Deathfang Power to collide with and drain Casio’s. The two of them crushed their way through the corridor as fast as the wind, leaving traces and footprints all over the walls and the ground. With a bang, a gale wrapped around the two silhouettes and flew out of the entrance of the fighting field, revealing them instantly under the sunlight.

Bang! Their palms clashed!

Boom! Their fists collided again!

Surrounding the two people confronting each other on the open ground, stormy gales erupted. The Evil Eye Fist patrolling disciples who had rushed over hearing the commotion didn’t dare to approach. They were terrified enough by the horrific battle scene.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, from the left backside of Feng Liusi, a slender silhouette emerged from nowhere. His old white hair was braided behind him, revealing a delicate young face.

With a hint of femininity, the aura was somewhat vicissitudinous.

“What’s wrong?” A hoarse voice came from the newcomer.

Feng Liusi’s expression suddenly changed as he said, “Sheng Feinan, you’re just in time, quickly use your Ten Thousand Cold Saint Ice True Skill to give me a hand…”