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Chapter 424 - 424 244 Magic Power (4000) of Southern Dipper Fist

Chapter 424: 244 Magic Power (4000) of Southern Dipper Fist Method_2 Chapter 424: 244 Magic Power (4000) of Southern Dipper Fist Method_2 Several mangled arms hung from the branches of a tree, the sharp green leaves tilting downwards, a drop of viscous blood falling with a “ploop”.

In mid-air, a fiery red glow swept across a large arc before remaining by one’s side. Five drooping fingers dripped continuously with fresh blood, contrasting sharply with the fair skin.

Casio glanced at the three or four corpses around him. This was a corridor-like white courtyard. Past this was the Red Vulture Fist’s Central Area, where the gate’s master and elders usually stayed.

The courtyard, originally clean and tidy, was now covered with blood. He suppressed the intoxicating feeling brought about by the Southern Dipper Red Vulture Fist and stepped over a corpse of a martial artist in a combat suit.

Three seconds later, he walked out of the faintly white archway of the courtyard.

“Fire!!!”

Boom boom boom… tatt tatt tatt… whizz whizz whizz…

A series of gunshots exploded simultaneously, and more than ten gunmen aimed their firearms in this direction, their gun muzzles aiming at Casio.

Various types of bullets formed a bullet chain, almost covering a large area around the archway.

There was no escape.

Bullets hit the turf, stirring up the mud. Hitting the stone archway, shards fly. Hitting the wall, white dust scatters.

But when they hit the target, there was no sound.

After passing through the fabric, those metal bullet heads seemed to have been completely swallowed up, without even a trace of noise.

The arms in front of his face spread out, revealing a face covered in bloody steam, like a red mask.

One can’t see under the steam, he is either expressionless, extremely excited, or showing disdain for the weak…

Boom!

A violent stomping sound is heard, causing the ground around to shake violently. All the gunmen felt like they were being shocked under their feet.

A shadow, like a raptor in flight, came rushing in violently.

The gun muzzles concentrated their fire, with machine gun bullets shooting non-stop.

Ding ding ding ding!

This time there was a sound, the crisp sound of iron being struck!

Directly coming into the red silhouette, he braced himself against the bullets rushing in, his toes leaping off the ground twice. Like a ghost, he flew into the crowd of gunmen and struck the machine gunner with a punch.

Whoosh!

Boom!

The head exploded like a watermelon, with the red and white mixture of solid and liquid inside forming a fan shape, spraying violently towards the back.

Several gunmen at the rear were immediately splattered in the face.

Before they could express their despair and terror…

They saw a bloody hand reaching over like it was squeezing a balloon, rapidly enlarging in front of their eyes. With a plop.

The head with a tough skull was squeezed to explode just like that.

Two people died almost within half a second.

A gunman on the left reacted, hurriedly raising his gun and turned around. Deciding upon a red-colored spear that was lunging in, his right arm in a hand-knife posture pierced through his entire left chest.

Most of the ribs were fractured, and the critical part, the heart, had no chance to escape. This central blood supply organ was instantly minced into pieces.

Three people died, then the fourth, and fifth.

When Casio broke into their formation, the ending was already decided. This elite gunmen squad may be able to hold its own against a powerful Secret Martial Artist from a distance, but once they let a fighter come close, they basically only have one way to go: complete annihilation. After all, though they are elite, they are also ordinary people.

In the blink of an eye, only half of the dozens of gunmen were left. Certainly, these gunmen have received more professional training, and their spirits have always been above ordinary people. However, facing a monster who isn’t afraid of bullets, whose killing methods are bloody, and radiates oppressive power, all the gunmen begin to feel fear and terror in their hearts. A few have already broken down and turned to flee.

Boom!

A palm press on a skull, the tremendous force contained in the palm directly exploded it like a watermelon. A gunman witnessing the death of his companion beside him, his widened eyes saw the whole process. The entire person collapsed in an instant, with fear trembling his shoulders, and his nose and eyes streaming.

The trigger of the firearm that was originally aimed at Casio, was pressed halfway but no more. The finger felt limp, devoid of any strength. A terrifying shadow cast over his mind, he muttered with a somewhat dull expression on his face, “Kill me, just kill me…”

“Ah!”

“Monster!”

“Run…”

The sounds of gunfire and shouts that were once around gradually quieted down, for the people who made these noises were all killed.

The sole surviving gunner stood in place like a pole. From behind him came a series of receding footsteps, the sound of boot soles stepping on sticky fresh blood.

A breeze carrying the scent of blood blew by.

The hollow-eyed gunman fell to his knees, his eyes seemingly replaying the scene of red blood flowing through the air. His head hung low as tears streamed down his face. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his handgun.

Lifting his head, aiming at his chin, he pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A silhouette fell to the ground.

In the distant alley, Casio heard the gunshot from behind and stopped in his tracks. The magic of Southern Dipper Red Vulture Fist was once again demonstrated. He could feel that the gunner’s spirit had been completely shattered.

Infected by the will of the boxing method, he had despaired and committed suicide.

The Southern Dipper Red Vulture Fist not only affects the user’s temperament but also infects the spectators whose will and personality are not firm.

Heading forward, Casio swiftly moved past the entire corridor.

Suddenly, there were a few holes on the walls on both sides, either fingerprints, fist prints, or claw marks. The next second, there was a sound of someone falling to the ground outside the walls. The aura of a fighter can easily sense the specific location of an enemy within a certain range and even predict their next move. Casio’s sharp senses could even detect killing intentions from a considerable distance.

Unless someone has hidden their aura very well, he can easily detect them and prepare for battle far in advance.

Pat!

Halting his steps, Casio gazed forward with an indifferent expression.

Before him, an old man with a goatee led a group of martial artists in tight combat suits blocking his path. Around the spacious sides, there were faint figures in black cloaks flashing by. Casio could feel many gun muzzles pointed at him.

“I don’t know who you are, why you want to meddle with the internal affairs of Red Vulture Fist,” the old man emanated a dignified and formidable martial artist aura, glaring at Casio with hostility.

“We have a cooperative relationship with the East Nine Gates. You’ve killed your way here with impressive strength, but have you considered the revenge from East Nine Gates? The entire eastern secret martial arts world will put out a warrant for you!”

“Moreover, you may not necessarily gain an advantage under my hand, under the muzzles of guns. No matter who you are commissioned by, who you are replacing and which school you belong to. Kid, don’t overestimate yourself!”

Three minutes later.

In the middle of the scene, strewn with limbs, Casio held the Great Elder Dyson’s neck with one hand, easily lifting him into mid-air.

Dyson could do nothing but struggle futilely with his fists and feet. He couldn’t even speak, his face growing redder and even turning purple, suffocating under Casio’s grip on his neck.

“Not much talent, but a strong will to survive…”

“Futile struggle.”

Casio lowered his eyes indifferently.

Snap!

A body with a twisted neck fell to the ground with a thud.

He glanced at the bloody scene around him, then set his sights on the last area. Stepping over with his boots stained with blood, he walked over.

A small dormitory building in light yellow.

All the remaining martial artists from the three or four buildings were gathered in this building, the last force of rebels other than the captives. Among them were three elders, and Feng Liusi’s granddaughter Niv, all on the first floor.

In the living room, Niv looked somewhat pale and worried.

The skinny old man with white hair next to her, Second Elder Charles, looked out the window. A few minutes ago, it seemed something had happened outside the building. The forces who were besieging the last area were withdrawn one after another, nowhere to be seen. From a distance, he could vaguely hear screams and sounds of fighting.

It seemed another battle had broken out outside the Red Vulture Fist dojo.

He wondered what was going on…

Charles turned his head and looked at Niv, whose face was pale. He comforted, “Niv, don’t be afraid. It’s okay. Dyson and the others won’t dare to come over for a while, he’s afraid I’ll fight him to the death…”

As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on his face.