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Chapter 438 - 438 Nemesis of Immortality (4000)_2

Chapter 438: Nemesis of Immortality (4000)_2 Chapter 438: Nemesis of Immortality (4000)_2 At the same time, the security personnel in black clothes in the surrounding corridors noticed Casio and his companions and quickly surrounded them.

Also, some of the audience reversed against the crowd and moved upwards. Just now, two members of the Blood Spirit Association were blown away mid-air!

Looking at the suddenly bustling scene, Casio’s expression remained unchanged. This was just the first step.

On the corridor edge, five or six black-clothed bodyguards rushed over. They reached for their waists and pulled out black handguns.

The gun muzzles aimed at Casio, continually shooting with a bang, bang, bang, bang.

Bullets were flying through the gun smoke, the nearby wooden seats were shot into holes, and there were many bullet marks on the walls and the floor.

In the thickest part of the bullet barrage, a silhouette was still striding like nothing was happening, without any hindrance.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers forming the shape of a handgun.

His middle finger and index finger, acting as the gun barrel, slightly aimed at the group of black-clothed bodyguards, and he suddenly spat out a word from his mouth.

“Bang.”

Sss…

The sound of a howling current rang out, a combined bullet of a torrid air flux and a bloodthirsty ripple streaked across the air, pulling a red trace.

It instantly hit the head of a man. The charred hole on his forehead was as large as a ping pong ball. The next second, the balance of that man’s head was disrupted by the explosion force from inside. A blood-red lightning-like ripple covered the surrounding area of several meters, and two nearby gunners went straight into a coma, their bodies trembling.

Casio walked straight past these gunners, charging at the members of the Blood Spirit Association who were charging at him. The five or six black-clothed bodyguards were lying on the corridor in a scattered fashion without making a sound.

Meanwhile, on the vast road outside the Green District.

A black car was parked in the shadow by the roadside.

You An was peering towards the not-so-far distance. There was a place called the White Ocean Bar, its neon lights dazzling.

Just now, he saw with his own eyes those three gangsters walk in.

On the driver’s seat, the steward sighed slightly, turned his head to look at the somewhat disappointed You An in the darkness. ‘Master, should we go back? These three people should be here for food, drinks and recreation. After all, they are gangsters who live on the edge of the blade. They need to vent at night…’

His old fingers tapping the black leather of the steering wheel.

Inwardly he cursed the three men.

Behaving like gangsters, not focusing on their business.

Making him and the young master come here for nothing.

The master’s daily meditation hasn’t been completed yet…

Internally muttering that he had lost out, the steward was about to start the car. Suddenly, a few people, with panic written on their faces, rushed hurriedly out of the entrance of the bar. The atmosphere was full of panic.

The next second, even more people ran out. They were coming out of the bar’s main entrance and from both sides of the alley.

Gentlemen in suits and leather shoes panicking, their previously slicked hair now messed up. In their haste, they even lost their leather shoes.

An exposed woman was knocked to the ground, revealing a full snowy white chest. Covering her ankle in pain, her face caked with thick makeup was pitiful. But no one around helped her up, only running away as fast as they could.

So as not to be stepped on, the woman had to let tears roll in her eyes. She forced herself to stand up with the help of the wall, limping away.

“What’s happening!?”

You An turned his head left and right in curiosity.

The noise from the emerging crowd was loud, people immediately realized something had happened in the underground boxing ring. Soon, some people in black clothes moved against the flow of the crowd towards the direction of the underground boxing ring.

Their demeanor was frigid, bulging waists suggesting concealed guns.

One look and you could tell they weren’t ordinary people.

Not only that, the members of the Blood Spirit Association in the temporary blood nest of Green District were also alerted, with some quickly rushing over to this side.

“Steward! The gangsters, those gangsters really have started fighting!”

You An’s look of disappointment was instantly replaced by excitement. He could see the distinct silhouettes in the crowd, obviously gunners who had noticed the trouble at the boxing ring.

“I see it.”

The steward nodded, and then took the initiative to speak to You An.

“Young Master, do you want to go and see the scene of the firefight?”

The underground boxing ring, this building was filled with an air of bloodshed.

Mix of chaotic noises, screams, as the audience gradually left.

Only continuous gunshots and the sound of fists and feet colliding remained.

Three figures each fighting on their own, surrounded by a dozen or so rapidly moving individuals. A fierce battle broke out between the two groups.

Casio, thoroughly encircled, showed no signs of panic. The index fingers of his slightly raised hands glowed red, as bright as burning candles. After officially clashing with these members of the Blood Spirit Association, Casio confirmed the characteristics of the Dead Blood. The most noticeable was their healing ability, even wounds from severed limbs could be healed.

Apart from their heads being chopped off and hearts being blown up, they basically had no weaknesses. Plus, the physical enhancements beyond human capacity conferred by the parasitism of Dead Blood, and their ability to transform blood into weapons.

Dead Blood was truly troublesome among the creatures of darkness.

If they cooperate well and position themselves correctly, they can completely use a larger number of lower-level fighters to overwhelm a higher-level opponent. This was exactly what happened during the Sect Destruction War.

Such immortality is terrifying. If this is the case for living humans parasitized by Dead Blood, what about corpses completely controlled by Dead Blood?

The performance would probably be even more exaggerated.

Most members of the Blood Spirit Association were living humans parasitized by Dead Blood, and in this gathering, they seemed to play the role of cannon fodder and thugs. The full form of Dead Blood has yet to appear.

For a fighter, the ordinary members of the Blood Spirit Association were naturally not a threat. You just needed to focus on those two vital areas. That’s what Sheng Feinan did, swinging his whip to take off their heads. But Casio quickly confirmed his original guess, just like conducting an experiment, repeatedly delivering the Deathfang Power into the attackers.

In a short while, those Blood Spirit Association members who had accumulated a certain concentration of Deathfang Power in their bodies suddenly found that their immortality was rapidly diminishing. Wounds that could be healed in the blink of an eye were now healing so slowly it was like a tortoise crawl. Even worse, the torn wounds were not healing at all.

They were thrown into panic. What made the members of the Blood Spirit Association so uninhibited was not superior physical quality beyond human limits, but this terrifying healing ability.

Without this ability, they too would die if they got hurt!

Severe injuries, organ damage, unstoppable bleeding. These common human fears, they now had to start worrying about. The Blood Spirits inside them were powerless.

That strange special force was not an energy. In their bodies, especially in their flesh and blood, it moved like a fish swimming in water.

Wherever it passed, muscles torn, blood vessels ruptured, bones trembled. This seemed like a power specifically targeted at flesh!

“One twentieth of an acupuncture point, recovery and Deathfang Power are balanced.” Casio withdrew his hands, finally reaching a conclusion.

To make the healing power granted by Dead Blood to these members of the Blood Spirit Association disappear, on average, one twentieth of an acupuncture point of Deathfang Power was needed. The Deathfang Power within Casio now was enough to deprive more than two hundred Blood Spirit Association members of their healing ability.

The South Dipper Red Vulture Fist against the Death Blood showed a rare restraint. Perhaps this special tearing force that is specifically targeted at flesh and blood is particularly effective against these immortal dark creatures! Is this a common occurrence or an exception?

This still needed further verification from Casio.

Because of the experiment, not many of the Blood Spirit Association members in front of him had been injured, only three or four had died.

On the other hand, at Feng Liusi’s location half a field away, the scene was much bloodier. There were dismembered limbs everywhere, bodies torn brutally and white bones scattered about.

The Blood Spirit Association members who surrounded him were already dead. Feng Liusi had encompassed Sheng Feinan’s enemies and was on a bloody rampage. With over forty acupuncture points and the terrifying Deathfang Power of the fifth stage quality, it was dreadfully condensed. Just like the previous Blood Fist, a wave of his hand, a touch on the enemy’s body, and skin and flesh fell off automatically, leaving behind a white skeleton.

The Death Fang, the nemesis of immortality!