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Chapter 495 - 495 275 Dare to Kill Me (4000)_2

Chapter 495: 275 Dare to Kill Me (4000)_2 Chapter 495: 275 Dare to Kill Me (4000)_2 An ominous sign of extreme danger began to form vaguely.

With difficulty, he turned his head to another direction.

A slenderly built youth, dressed in white suit moved with elegant grace. He radiated an icy aura, and around him, in the scorching weather, translucent snowflakes fluttered vaguely.

Slowly, he withdrew his palm.

In the corner lay two bodies frozen into ice sculptures, horrific expressions on their faces, seemingly killed in a blink of an eye.

Last but not least.

Casio handles a head with monstrous strength, one that he seems to have ripped from somewhere. Casually he juggles it for a while, and then tosses it aside. It lands perfectly on a blurred mass of flesh, standing steady after slight shaking.

He mumbles to himself.

“The level of oddballs in Kula City is quite extensive. Apart from the Organization, the Blood Spirit Association, there are so many small factions. I’ve even vaguely felt the presence of the Blood Clan and the Shadow Demon…”

Next to the car, Amos grimaces, tightly pressing his lips together to keep the cigarette from dropping. He felt inexplicably awkward. Despite being the one who initiated the confrontation, these three disappeared faster than his speed of shooting Gale Silk, disappearing in the blink of an eye!

If that kind of instantaneous acceleration was aimed at him.

Amos contemplates that he would truly become The Grim Reaper.

Smoke wafted around his face, conveniently hiding his embarrassed expression. His fingers twitch slightly, retracting the silk threads.

“Damn it … Why didn’t Casio say it earlier …”

Suddenly, Amos’s body tensed. He felt a strong and burly body appearing out of nowhere behind him. A dangerous aura and self-generated heat like a powerful magnetic field intimidated him.

A hand slowly reached out from behind his neck, in Amos’ stiff gaze, two fingers pinched off the burning cigarette.

A deep voice echoed in his ear.

“Hey kid, don’t touch the cigarettes, it looks too pretentious …”

“You are asking for a beat down.”

Amos turned abruptly, his eyes burning with anger. The man in the black suit was engulfed in a cloud of smoke, looking down at him from a higher perspective. White smoke slowly sprouted from his nostrils, his fingers lightly flicking off some ash from the cigar.

“Hey kid?!”

Amos almost laughed from the ridiculousness.

What he detested the most was others challenging his appearance.

Ching Ching Ching Ching Ching Ching…

Between the eight fingers of the white gloves, strands of metal thread sparkled like liquid, rapidly pouring out.

The threads twisted and tightened, cutting and producing a sound as if the air was overburdened. In an instant, the number of metal threads increased tenfold, reaching a hundred threads.

Amos, too, transformed. His hair grew rapidly, his body shot upwards. His originally soft and delicate look became more defined, giving him an aura of mature authority. In just an instant, he transformed from a boy to a young man.

“How dare you take my cigarette?” His voice was deep and powerful.

“What’s there to be afraid of? Kid, you’re still not ripe…”

Laughter rang out next to him.

All of a sudden, Amos felt as if a world of crimson fog was charging towards him, engulfing him entirely without any room for resistance. In the haziness, a massive, sky-enveloping creature lowered its menacing, crimson eyes.

Its gaze met with Amos’s raised head.

The world fell silent for a moment, the only sound was his beating heart.

“Alright, it’s enough to show off your strength, don’t do unnecessary things.” A familiar voice sounded from outside the foggy world.

Immediately after, a sound of a snapping finger came from behind.

The blood-red world in Amos’ eyes quickly faded, and the surrounding landscape reappeared, iluminated under the bright midday sun.

He stood somewhat rigidly on the spot, seemingly stricken. After a while, he took a deep breath, flicking back his long hair that had fallen to his forehead. A cold smirk appeared on his lips as he muttered to himself.

“Ha, I’m not going to give you guys what you want.”

Five minutes later.

“Eight branch prisons, that’s the price!”

“Don’t threaten me, it won’t work. Ridiculous…”

“If you can, kill me. Otherwise, that’s the price.”

At the unyielding request of Amos, Casio had to give in reluctantly. Nine cities had become eight cities, and it was a bit painful.

He had no choice, he had been a bit too much just now, he had offended Amos. A small step back is acceptable, to appease a child.

Casio and Amos had a little more to discuss. The vehicles of the Black Mechanism were already appearing and disappearing at the intersection of the city and the suburbs. Amos took a look at Feng Liusi and asked.

“Who is he…”

Casio had nothing to hide. He said calmly, “He’s a predecessor from the Secret Martial Arts world, Blood Fist Feng Liusi.”

“Damn.”

Upon hearing this, Amos cursed and spat on the ground: “No wonder I couldn’t beat him.”

Two months ago, the old steward Franz had collected information on the fighters hidden in the six townships of the eastern region for Casio. Amos was also aware of this. Among them was a man infamous as Blood Fist, Kill Fist, and Death Fang. If “B” level fighters could also be divided into stages, then the stages would be bottom, middle, top, and peak. Blood Fist Feng Liusi could reach the top stage.

As for Amos himself, he was aware of his own ability. The three limits of Gale Storm were Gale, Steel, and Complete, with the thresholds being one metal thread, one hundred metal threads, and one thousand metal threads respectively.

The young Amos was at the first limit, Gale, which could imbue the power of cutting, a threshold around “B” level.

His older self was at the second limit, Steel, which could simultaneously imbue cutting and penetration power, and was teetering between the low to middle level of “B”. Only the third limit, Complete, reaching the ultimate power of annihilation, could make his combat power explosively grow.

To roam at the peak of the “B” level.

As for the theoretical incomplete fourth limit, even Amos himself didn’t know what power it held, probably “A” level.

At his second limit, Steel, he stood no chance against Blood Fist Feng Liusi.

Which was perfectly normal.

Realizing this, Amos suddenly felt relieved. The four of them quickly agreed to target the Organization together, regardless of when and where the Organization would always be their opponent.

Two minutes later.

On the highway from the suburbs to the city, three low-key cars were driving. The window of the last one was slightly rolled down.

Inside, four men with different temperaments were smoking.

They were intimidating, puffing out clouds of smoke.

They looked just like gangsters.

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The second day of the Tulip Antique Exhibition.

After yesterday’s incident, the organizer Yunquan Fist has once again increased security personnel. Everywhere from the exhibition hall to the corridors and corners, there were bodyguards. Their strict patrols brought a sense of security to the attendees.

Today, there was still a large crowd at the Tulip Antique Exhibition.

Though not as crowded as the first day, there were still many people. Nearly a thousand types of antique products were displayed in the east and west exhibition halls, a dazzling array. Unfortunately, Casio couldn’t absorb Obsession Energy in the Era of Retrospection, otherwise he might have been able to find some treasures.

In the eastern exhibition hall, Casio was wandering as usual, dressed in a brand new casual suit, admiring the collections.

There were scholars with glasses, bent over to observe the patterns on the antiques, marveling and discussing with their peers.

There were pot-bellied rich businessmen and a few friends, stopped in front of a famous gallery. They pointed at the items, visibly satisfied. They seemed to be planning to bid for the whole lot as soon as the exhibition ends.

There were also boys and girls dressed as students, looking around curiously. It seemed that the Antique Exhibition had given out some slots to certain schools, for the benefit of the outstanding students.

Casio leisurely walked a round and then returned to Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan: “The Yunquan Fist sure have a lot of people, they’ve got three more fist users over, I wonder if there’s any elder-level fighter around. If there is, it would be fun…”

“What do you mean?”

Sheng Feinan felt that there was more to Casio’s words.

“Heh…” Casio chuckled: “What do you think would happen if those Blood Spirit guys hiding in the crowd got exposed…”

“Would they get wiped out by the Yunquan Fist?”

A moment later, another voice rang out.

“Why don’t I help them out a bit…”