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Chapter 508 - 508 282 Grand Melee (4000)_1

Chapter 508: 282 Grand Melee (4000)_1 Chapter 508: 282 Grand Melee (4000)_1 As the president of the Blood Spirit Association, Lian had previously interacted with the Organization a few times, therefore he was acquainted with some core members. Of these, Ghost Knife Garoro, who frequently appeared in the Federation’s eastern territories, left the most profound impression on him. The memory mostly stemmed from his theatrical and top-tier combat prowess, along with the three blades he wielded, each honed to an extreme sharpness.

They seemingly could sever anything that stood in the way of his objective.

His strength was undoubtedly formidable.

After taking the berserker potion, Lian’s mind had become somewhat chaotic. However, even under the relentless attacks aimed at his immortality by Feng Liusi and Casio, he still sensed potent danger.

If they continued fighting, he could die…

Therefore, while Lian’s mind still held a shred of clarity, he busted through the enclosure wall at the cost of two gaping holes in his body, hoping to seek other members of the Organization for help. Besides, he still had some aces up his sleeve…

He could not simply stand there, accepting his death in the meeting hall.

Under the sunlight, on the square, five figures emerged, engaged in a wild brawl as they furiously emerged from the hall.

Lian’s call for help instantly reached Ghost Knife’s ears.

His mood wasn’t good as one of his blades had broken, but he didn’t have a choice. Given the situation, he had to save his ally.

In Ghost Knife’s eyes, there were three formidable forces on the field. One was a trio that had attacked him in Donghaishi’s temporary Blood Nest. The other was an unexpected alliance between the Steward of the Black Mechanism and a Yunquan Fist fighter.

Unfortunately, both of these forces harbored some resentment towards the Organization. If they teamed up, their combined force, including mostly veteran fighters, would easily outnumber the three fighters from the Organization.

Therefore, it was crucial to have support from Lian, a veteran fighter and president of the Blood Spirit Association. With his undying resilience, he could easily hold off two fighters of the same level.

Even though he was currently heavily injured, given enough time, Lian, as an Indestructible Dead Blood, could quickly recover.

And add substantial combat strength to the fray

“Purple General, let’s go together!!!”

Without any hesitation, Garoro pulled out his sword and advanced. His entire silhouette resembled a sword drawn from its sheath, opening up a path straight ahead. His right hand traced an ambiguous radian around his waist.

A dangerous blue flicker violently shimmered in the sunlight.

“Okay.”

The Purple General, normally lazy, had warmed up after the rocket grenade incident and was now ready for battle. His white shirt was full of holes, showing signs of being scorched by flames. The underlying solidly built muscle group gleaming under the sun emitted a faint purple glow.

This seemed to be the effect of some secret martial art that reinforced the body.

With a ripping sound, his already tattered shirt was torn off. Half-naked Purple General revealed a tattoo completely covering his chest. At the center of his chest, just where his iron plate-like pectoral muscles were, a purple ring the size of a human head appeared, with what seemed to be pathways that extended towards every part of his body.

“Ring of the Earth, Thousand-Pound Arms!”

Like a floodgate had been opened, a surge of power flooded out. The glow from the Purple General’s chest ring was intense, and the paths connecting to his arms instantly brightened.

The contours of his muscular arms swelled up, emitting a deep purple-red light, and grew substantially in size. The ferocious veins underneath his skin spread to every corner like tree branches.

Boom, a piece of the marble floor beneath him was instantly pulverized.

Similarly, the Purple General disappeared, following Ghost Knife.

A black and purple silhouette darted out with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, aimed straight at the five men chasing each other around in the plaza.

“Stab!”

The blue long knife that Garoro had been holding vanished instantly as a bright meteor suddenly appeared in the air.

Carrying a wave of golden-red flame.

Only upon a closer look could one realize that it was actually a knife blade speeding forward. The tip rubbing against the air and moving alarmingly fast, it illustrated the power the knife held when it was launched!

“Screech!”

A raptor screamed, overshadowing the humming of the blade.

A crimson figure rushed out. It put its hands into a ferocious posture, preemptively charging towards the knife.

With a flash, claws and the knife clashed.

Ten red fingers, akin to shark teeth, dinged against the blade. An intense wrestling of two powerful forces caused a golden-red spark on the blade.

The sound of metal resonating was utterly teeth-clenching.

“Ghost Knife, hehehe…”

The deep laughter was filled with an abstract mockery.

Feng Liusi tightly gripped the stabbing knife and casually said, “I don’t know how you managed to recover, but I can tell, you have weakened, while I…have grown stronger.” He added confidently, “Today, you may not necessarily win against me…”

His words faltered as he seemed to notice something, “Oh, you lost one of your knives. I’m sorry, you’re dead…”

He straightforwardly announced Garoro’s death sentence, not entertaining any refutation.

“Haha, how ridiculous!!! Even if I can’t use my Three Blade Style, with just my Two-Sword Style I can still defeat and kill you!”

“Sub-par loser…”

In Garoro’s eyes, only coldness and confidence remained.