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Chapter 503 - 503 279 More Violent Method (4000) _2

Chapter 503: 279 More Violent Method (4000) _2 Chapter 503: 279 More Violent Method (4000) _2 “Click, click, click…”

A series of footsteps broke the suffocating stalemate.

Looking sideways, it was quite obvious a group of young men and women were chattering away, walking towards the west side while talking.

“Hehe, I hope your attitude this afternoon can still be as arrogant as it is now. Regardless, you are a fighter, I will prepare a funeral for you well.”

The Black Peacock threw down a harsh word and turned to leave. He was the only one present at this morning’s antique exhibition, while the just awakened Ghost Knife needed rest, and Purple General was held as a hidden card.

Therefore, although his attitude was arrogant, he was still afraid of Casio and his gang disregarding everything, to directly attack him inside the antique exhibition. After all, based on the situation last time, they could resort to brute force as a means of attack.

The side effects of the last secret technique hadn’t dissipated yet, and if he were to be besieged by three people again, he would definitely die under their fists.

Black Peacock had made his strong statement and left.

Only Casio remained, thoughtfully watching his receding silhouette. He rubbed his chin, muttering.

“Brave yet cowardly, did the Organization get reinforcements?”

“There are so many core members of the Organization, and it’s not impossible for a few to join at their summons. I need to be cautious..”

Casio sensed the inexplicable confidence of the Black Peacock. He made some reasonable guesses or perhaps inevitable outcomes. The Organization was highly concerned about the Tulip Antique Exhibition, with the executioners of this task being Ghost Knife Garoro and Black Peacock.

With one severely injured and the other having certainly paid a significant price in the siege, how should they complete their objective next? Surely they would have to summon more nearby core members of East Sea County. This was expected by Casio.

In the preparation phase, thinking of the enemy as stronger was never too much.

The sun hung high in the sky as the temperature gradually became scorching hot.

The Tulip Antique Exhibition ended at 11:00 AM, and Casio returned to the third floor of the Flower Season Hotel. As he was about to enter the room, he felt a suppressed yet majestic aura inside. Like an about-to-erupt volcano, with molten rocks rolling fiercely within.

It could burst forth at any moment.

Casio’s eyes flashed, instantly standing at the door.

Before long..

He could sense Feng Liusi’s familiar, aggressive aura suddenly contract, and then burst out as fiercely as a spring. The rushing wind knocked onto the door, permeating through the gaps.

Sounds like Ding, Ding, Dong, Dong came from inside.

It seemed that some items on the table had been toppled over by the airflow.

Screech!!!

As if in a trance, Casio seemed to hear a raptor’s cry in his ears.

His intrinsic energy was spurred by this sound and sprayed out from his pores. It seemed to echo with its kin not far away, with red steam gushing out from his cuffs and collar.

This situation lasted for about three minutes.

Casio stood at the door the whole time, repressing his intrinsic energy.

It was until five minutes later when the aura inside seemed to have finally stabilized. He then pushed open the door and walked in. Within three steps of entering the living room, he saw a naked silhouette. The clothes had been shattered by the turbulent Deathfang Power, while the vital parts were covered by the aura.

There was a red airflow twinning around his nostrils, exhaling and inhaling.

This physique contained an immense and terrifying power.

Casio noted that there were forty-four dark red acupoints twinkling on the surface of Feng Liusi’s body, much like the stars in the sky.

They corresponded to each other, alternating between bright and dark, as if there existed a hidden order behind them.

Every eleven of the acupoints represented a stage in the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, signifying the perfection of a level. Feng Liusi had been practicing this martial art for decades, during which he had made rapid progress, encountered difficult bottlenecks, and deviated from the normal course. Now, he had finally reached the fifth stage, and the Deathfang Power presented unprecedented solidity.

Unlike the vague force used to punch through the air previously, it was now similar to a physical entity and presented a gorgeous color like blood.

Inside Feng Liusi’s body, and within his virtual meridians, a rowdy ocean of energy roared past, resembling an irrepressible mudslide.

Dominant, violent, powerful…

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, executing the South Dipper Fist. The Deathfang Power in his body poured out towards his hand, with each eleven acupoints forming a red chain, twisting around his arm.

On his right forearm, it seemed as though four tattoos had grown beneath Feng Liusi’s skin. When still, it appeared like a red saw, while in motion, it resembled a blood-red snake, with its scales roiling on the surface.

He stood up, feeling slightly amazed.

“Congratulations.”

Casio sincerely said as he walked in.

“Hahaha…” Feng Liusi burst out laughing, utterly delighted at the moment. He was about to say something but felt a chill running through his whole body. He then turned and walked towards the wardrobe.

“I’ll get dressed first, wait…”

Crash!

Boom! A loud noise.

It drowned out the sounds behind Feng Liusi.

His right hand had barely pressed down when the heavy wooden wardrobe seemed to succumb to time, quickly disintegrating. A loud creaking sound indicated it couldn’t bear the pressure anymore and collapsed.

Casio caught a broken wooden board mid-air, and gently pinched it with his fingers, it instantly felt as soft as wooden sawdust. Rubbing it between his fingers, the wood dust fell off like gravel.

The thick and solid wood had been disintegrated and torn apart.

An invisible force had destroyed its structure in an instant.

Casio raised his eyebrow and directly turned around, pulling off the metal door handle and casually throwing it in Feng Liusi’s direction.

The door knob was caught.

No trace of force was applied.

Spread out in the palm of the hand, the metal silently shattered into particles as small as dust.

Just like fayground into dust by friction.

“…”

Fifteen minutes later.

Feng Liusi, dressed in neat clothes, looked at Casio.

“I’ve just had a breakthrough. Practice with me and let me adapt.”

“Sorry, my belly hurts a bit, I need to go to the toilet,” Casio emotionlessly responds, turning around to push open the slightly ajar room door.

“Then, Sheng Feinan…” Feng Liusi turned to look at the other side.

“Ah, my belly is a bit hungry, I’ll come back before the auction starts at one in the afternoon,” Sheng Feinan disappeared instantly.

Feng Liusi sat somewhat vexed in his position, he shouldn’t have shaken hands with Casio. The Deathfang Power of the fifth stage is as violent as a piranha, even though he tried his best to restrain it, the flesh and blood of Casio’s right hand that came into contact instantly broke down halfway.

Know that that is the muscle density of a three-times Fighter.

Tougher and more flexible than steel.

Bullets, small-scale explosions, none could penetrate it.

Fortunately, the healing ability of Casio’s Demon Idol Secret Martial Art is quite good. Coupled with the fact that he also practiced the Deathfang Power of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, the two forces cancelled each other out, and it finally healed.

However, immediately after, Casio resolutely refused to agree to Feng Liusi’s request to spar. His reason is that he didn’t want to lose a battle force before the real fight, that would be a foolish act.

“Well, I cannot do anything if both of those bastards refuse to help me. Then, I can only try my hand with the Organization and the Blood Spirit Association…” Engulfed in sunlight, Feng Liusi was sitting half submerged, speaking to himself with his eyes squinted.

Four bloody tattoos on his right arm appeared monstrous and ferocious.

Time flew by.

The afternoon auction of the Gold Antique Exhibition began.

It was held in the same old place, only not inside the exhibition hall.

It took place outside, in the lobby of the entire building. The entire environment resembled a stepped classroom, accommodating quite a few auctioneers.

Casio and his companions sat in a secluded corner. They could feel an ominous feeling of danger stirring amidst the crowd.

Calm on the surface, but underneath, the undercurrents were turbulently flowing.

The mouth of the long dormant volcano was on the verge of eruption.

Surrounding rows of black chairs, at the very center, near the wall, a bit elevated from the ground was an arc-shaped platform. Professional auctioneers clad in pure black suits continually prepared for the auction.

Backstage, numerous conveniently placed antiques were displayed. Sorted out separately and placed in different locations according to their numbered labels.

Time passed by every second, and the formal auction began.

The official organizer of the Gold Antique Exhibition took the stage to exchange pleasantries and, after speaking for about two minutes, retreated amidst warm applause.

Amidst round after round of applause.

Casio glanced at Feng Liusi beside him and whispered,

“What do you think? Can the money we prepared overrule the Organization and the Blood Spirit Association? I think that blade is not bad. Maybe we can bid for this one when we are sure to get the Magic Box…”

Feng Liusi fell silent for a while before looking at Casio with a weird gaze: “What are you thinking?”

“?”

Casio raised his eyebrows.

“There’s no such thing as money, I prefer a more violent approach…”

Feng Liusi laughed: “It’s what I learned from you…”