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Chapter 453 - 453 Fighter with three times the muscle density

Chapter 453: Fighter with three times the muscle density (6000)_1 Chapter 453: Fighter with three times the muscle density (6000)_1 He held one decapitation knife in his hand, and there were two more at his waist.

He had one eye, one arm, and a concentrated black airflow enveloped his entire body like a rope, continuously circling his joints.

Feng Liusi recognized the man at a glance: “Ghost Knife!”

His eyes were grave, and in an instant, his hands formed the attack position of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist. His ten fingers cut through the air, lurching forward. Brusquely, he hit the side of the knife light continuously.

It emitted a series of clashing metallic sounds.

Ding!

At the touch of the red index finger at the end, the refined knife light that flew over finally collapsed, falling like a shower of stars.

Feng Liusi waved his hands and returned them to his side. Casio and Sheng Feinan immediately realized this was the Ghost Knife, Garoro, Feng Liusi said had defeated him ten years ago.

Ignoring why this man would appear in Donghai City. Casio heard from Feng Liusi that with the state of forty acupuncture points of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, and simultaneously initiating the Final Liberation State, even a full effort could barely make a draw three to seven with the Ghost Knife.

Three for Feng Liusi, seven for the Ghost Knife.

The two clashed in the relics, and Feng Liusi quickly sustained injuries all over his body, narrowly escaping death under the knife. A mysterious old man who suddenly appeared saved his life, and this old man was the only existence above a fighter that Feng Liusi had seen. According to his guess, it was likely the Tyrant Fist or Saint Fist.

Feng Liusi escaped from the Eternal Main Island, and soon there was a terrifying explosion over there, turning the sky red. He initially thought that the Ghost Knife had died there, but later discovered his whereabouts. The Ghost Knife escaped with his life, but lost his left arm.

Limb damage severely impacts strength.

Even if it didn’t make him regress, he probably could only tread water.

But Feng Liusi wasn’t much better, after a narrow escape from death ten years ago, his injuries took a long time to heal. Five years ago, he deviated, depleting his Qi and blood. Casio now has only pulled him back to his original realm, and Feng Liusi’s strength has not fluctuated much.

He only developed one more acupuncture point than before.

Now the win or lose between the two is probably still between three and seven or four and six. However, these are one-on-one situations! There are three people on Feng Liusi’s side, Sheng Feinan is a veteran fighter, and Casio also has a strength comparable to that of a veteran fighter.

Three against one, even the Ghost Knife might not be able to withstand!

Such an idea just began to rise in Sheng Feinan’s mind.

On the eaves of the building on the left, a man in a black robe stood quietly, not knowing when he had appeared here.

The evening breeze gently brushed, making the hem rustle.

The moonlight illuminated the deep black robe, and the white and black seemed to merge on the surface. Even though his face was hidden, he could still feel the strange and strong aura emanating from his body.

“Two people…” Casio squinted slightly, this familiar outfit, the person was probably a senior-level member from the Blood Spirit Association.

After all, it’s a temporary Blood Nest, which is definitely not just non-corrupt and immortal levels, but strong people need to be stationed.

On the sidewalk on the right side of the street, the three people Casio became a vertex. Casio is on the left and Sheng Feinan is on the right. Feng Liusi is in the front, staring at the Ghost Knife intently.

The aura he suppressed in his body boiled like lava in a volcano, carrying a strong, explosive force.

Some uncontainable Qi radiated crazily from his pores, and steam surged from his back and shoulders to the top of his head. It pulled across a series of trails like cloud fluff, seemingly drifting like a cloud.

“Zzz, Zzz…” The sound of the current like sound echoed in the air.

Feng Liusi gently said, “Ghost Knife Garoro, do you still remember that battle in the relics on the Eternal Main Island ten years ago?”

Suddenly, Garoro, who had walked in the middle of the road, stopped and looked at Feng Liusi’s aura as if he was recognizing something. For masters in secret martial arts who have reached the level of fighters, the aura of a counterpart is more representative and profound. Just like an ID, the auras of each fighter differ. Even cultivating the same secret martial art will not result in the same outcome eventually.

Feng Liusi had been rejuvenated by over 20 years and had cut off his iconic beard. Ordinary people could hardly recognize him.

Boop!

Around the corner on the right side of the street, a car suddenly turned and broke the solid atmosphere. And because the speed was relatively fast, and the reaction distance was too short, the car hit the Ghost Knife head-on.

Zing!

A crisp sound of vibrating metal echoed in the air.

In the middle of the road, Garoro gently shook off the blood on his knife blade and slowly rested the sharp tip of the knife back on the ground.

On the right, the black car stopped in place. You could clearly see the slightly fearful expression of the man in the driver’s seat.

Puff, a line of red blood quickly spread from his forehead down, nose, lips, chin, neck…

Crack, the driver was cut in half. Even the entire car, following the crimson line, was abruptly split in two lengthwise.

However, the two sides are held together, and it maintains a still posture. Somehow, it didn’t immediately collapse towards the middle.

About five meters apart, Garoro’s eyes, deep as a pond, looked at Feng Liusi, “Oh, I remember. Is it that defeated general who almost died under my three knives? You actually didn’t die on Eternal Main Island. Someone saved you before you died, and you could still escape. You’re quite lucky.” His eyes became melancholy.

It seemed that seeing Feng Liusi unscathed and much younger gave rise to a swelling resentment. He had lost a left hand in that mission, while measurements of time stirred negative emotions from the bottom of his heart.