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Chapter 426 - 426 245 Gradually Mutating Kidneys (4100)_2

Chapter 426: 245 Gradually Mutating Kidneys (4100)_2 Chapter 426: 245 Gradually Mutating Kidneys (4100)_2 The Second Elder, Charles, continued giving orders, with dozens of people divided into several teams following behind him and heading in different directions.

Only Casio and the other two were left on this road, who made their way to the central area where the gate master and elder usually work. As soon as they turned the corner, a strong smell of blood rushed over. Niv looked forward, her face ashen, and she immediately turned her head and vomited on the spot.

Charles also felt a bit uncomfortable, but he had experienced many killings, so he still looked ahead. It was a scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with bodies lying all around in pools of red and black blood, limbs severed, their manner of death was incredibly tragic.

Flies buzzed as they sat on the gruesome severed limbs, hopping between the black gun barrels and the red muscle fibers.

Two minutes later.

The Second Elder Charles found his long-standing mortal enemy, the Great Elder Dyson of the Red Vulture Fist, a dead body of an old man with his neck broken, without any trace of combat struggle. Just a lethal wound on the neck.

This was even more terrifying than the tragic death scene, it represented that his opponent had no tricks, no probes. Just a clean, lethal blow, Dyson didn’t have any chance to resist. A master martial artist of the Major Accomplishment level just died like this.

Charles glanced at Casio, who was standing beside him with a blank expression.

Even though he was one of his own, he inexplicably felt that beneath that fine and delicate youthful face, seemed to hide a fearsome inner being like a demon, likely to jump out and devour people at any moment.

This thought made him shudder involuntarily.

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A few kilometers away, on the outskirts of Mia City.

A manor with a simple design was built in the middle of a dense forest, surrounded by lush green trees.

Branches that extended too far leaned against the top of the two-meter high white walls, rustling gently in the breeze.

Birds occasionally chirped in the forest.

Ah!

A shadow suddenly flew over the wall and heavily smashed the tree branch landing on the ground with a thud. After struggling for a while and rolling a few times, he finally coughed up blood and died.

Inside the wall, in the manor.

Swoosh!

A crystal blue whip, flashing with a semi-transparent luster under the sun, like lightning it wound around a gunman’s neck. With a slight upward pull, the whip near the handle hardened.

Like fishing, he casually picked him up.

“It was you who shot me from behind just now, wasn’t it…”

Saint Feinan, who looked elegant and cultured, had a faint smile on his face, without any sign of anger. The gunman hanging in the air struggled even more fiercely, with both frost-covered hands tightly grasping the whip, his lower body kicking like a frog.

“Oh? admirable. No answer, then you can go to hell.”

Saint Feinan raised an eyebrow, and the whip in his hand retracted like a snake. With a tear, a head was decapitated.

He flicked the whip, and the blood sprayed out. Then he paced forward to hunt down the remaining guards in the manor.

In the open space, more than a dozen gunmen’s bodies lay haphazardly all over the place. Some were covered with frost, some had their necks broken, some died with their eyes wide open, and some were thrown and hanged on the tree.

In the middle position, a freshly severed head was neatly placed on the belly of the headless corpse. The corpse’s hands were slightly inwardly curved, as if holding its own head. The eyes of the severed head were wide open, with thick bitterness remaining from before death.

The facts prove.

A common man can’t speak when his throat is entangled by a rope or a whip, they can only make unintelligible noises.

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The commotion in the morning hadn’t subsided for a while.

In the mountains behind the manor, quite far from the main building, an intense fight seemed to break out. A large swath of trees was knocked down by both fighting parties, leaving a blank area on the lush green carpet as seen from above. The result of this conflict was quickly decided.

Five minutes passed.

Justin, the gate master of the Evil Eye Fist Sect who was currently recovering from his injuries, saw the miserable Great Elder Buck. Buck had only sustained minor injuries in the fight this morning, but now he was in a terrible state. Not only was there a deep, bone-visible crack in his chest, but his left arm was also gone, leaving only a gruesome severed limb.

Buck performed some sort of secret technique, temporarily stopping the bleeding from his arm. His face grim, he said to Justin, “Starting from today, the Evil Eye Fist Sect forces will retract in full, with the Eastern Alliance plan also being put on hold for a while. We mustn’t make any reckless moves…”

Buck took a deep breath: “Also, I’m afraid it’s going to take me at least half a year to recover from this injury. In this half-year time, if any outsiders ask about my condition, just say I’m in seclusion. Especially the other factions of the East Nine Gates, they mustn’t find out about my severed arm!”

“Understood.”

At the same time, outside the headquarters of Evil Eye Fist Sect Manor. A silhouette made its way along a quiet road, carrying a blood-drenched arm. Halfway through, he abruptly tossed it up.

He threw the severed arm directly into the babbling brook nearby.

Watching as it disappeared into the water, swiftly being swept away from sight.

Two days later, the third of September.

The storm of the first of September had already passed, and due to the collusion with the traitors, the Red Vulture Fist had suffered severe losses. At least one-third of the traitors had been killed, and many disciples had been injured. As a consequence, some personnel from other branches were recalled back to Mia City to replenish the forces, while the damaged buildings of the dojo were restored one by one.

Everything was slowly making a turn for the better.

In the dojo, a pale, wooden fighting field.

Casio was standing bare-chested in the middle of the arena. His youth body that had gone through a rebirth was growing anew. His arms, which used to be frail and soft, were gradually showing hints of muscular definition. Of course, since not much time had passed, the changes weren’t very noticeable. His figure still looked quite slender from afar.

He didn’t look at all like a martial artist who practices physique training.

However, only the few Red Vulture Fist disciples who were sparring with him knew the terror hidden within this thin physique.

Over the course of two days, they had used all sorts of weapons to attack Casio. From sharp long spears and broadswords to mace and flails. Whether it was a sharp weapon or a blunt weapon, they had no effect whatsoever on this body.

At most, they left a few faint white spots on him.

Yesterday evening, these sparring partners had tried rushing at Casio with a long spear, but to no avail. Casio emerged unscathed, while the all-metal spear was bent forcefully. The spearhead swiveled to the left by sixty degrees, almost making the entire thing resemble a question mark.

What’s more, he didn’t move an inch even when several strong men charged at him. His thin figure stood as steadfast as a mountain.

Just like tree roots underneath his feet, planted firmly in the ground.

Perhaps they had grown tired of cold weapons, today Casio had them use firearms for sparring. From handguns all the way up to heavy machine guns, he seemed to be testing his physique.

In the middle of the arena.

Casio pointed towards the first strong man on his left, signaling him to go first. The strong man nodded with uncertainty and raised his handgun.

He aimed at the chest, pulled the trigger, and bang.

Sparks flickered across the surface of the skin, but had no effect.

Casio nodded toward the second strong man.

A submachine gun was aimed at him.

Clack Clack Clack! Clack Clack Clack! Clack Clack Clack!

Bullets left white streaks, but there was no significant effect, and the ground was littered with hot shell casings.

Casio looked at the third man.

A heavy machine gun fired off, a barrage of high-power bullets hitting his body. Casio’s fair and translucent skin exuded a translucent jade-like texture, acting like a hard outer shell. Even the machine-gun bullets couldn’t puncture it completely.

After being showered with bullets from different angles, Casio, covered in the smell of gunpowder, signaled them to cease fire.

“The epidermis’ defense is continually getting stronger, much like cultivated Hard Qigong techniques achieving a major accomplishment. But it’s not that, this is as a result of the gradual deepening of the body’s golemization through the practice of the demon idol secret martial arts. The initial basic golemization characteristics, were the three elements cultivated in the demon idol secret martial arts. Breathing Golemization, Full Body Circulation Golemization, and Heart Golemization. And now, Demon Idol secret martial arts seem to be developing towards a fourth characteristic. My kidneys are starting to feel hot…”

Casio pressed his hands on his kidneys, feeling a burning sensation significantly different from their regular state.

He suddenly had an unpleasant guess.

“I hope I won’t start growing a third and fourth kidney anytime soon…”