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Chapter 516 - 516 286 The World Has No More Ghosts Holding Knives

Chapter 516: 286 The World Has No More Ghosts Holding Knives (4100)_1 Chapter 516: 286 The World Has No More Ghosts Holding Knives (4100)_1 Under the golden halo, out of the red fog that spread from his back, Feng Liusi made the basic stance of South Dipper Red Vulture Fist. His right hand pushed forward horizontally, forming a claw shape. His left hand leaned to his right side as though it rested on his right arm, making a clenched fist.

His strong arm stretched out as forcefully as a seagull spreads its wings.

The upper part of his clothes had been tattered in the battle just before, revealing his lean body. His muscles weren’t distinctly bulging like rocks but rather, they were hammered and refined like long rods. Occasional bloodstains from old wounds could be seen above them.

With Feng Liusi stretching his body at a pace that seemed slow yet was actually fast,

Various parts of his body were illuminated by an unknown force. His abdomen, his chest, his back, his arms, his neck.

Glittering red starlights began to flash, resembling clusters of stars echoing each other in the dense night sky. Embodying a sense of dazzling mystification, they concealed intense danger within their haziness.

Not more, not less, a total of forty-four blood-red stars.

Every eleven stars reflected each other, seeming to connect on Feng Liusi’s robust body, as if traversing virtual meridians. At first glance, it appears as a chain-like tattoo piercing through the body.

It also resembled a scarlet-scaled poisonous snake baring its tusks.

There were four in total, all their snake heads gazing steadily at Garoro, who was like a unsheathed sword rushing towards them, flickering in the aura.

A purer, stronger and more concentrated Deathfang Power roamed throughout his body, roaring within his blood vessels.

Feng Liusi’s whole person seemed to blur momentarily. The air all over his body twisted, carrying sounds of sharp resonating impacts. Illusive red arcs, like lightning, could also be perceived shooting across, transmitting through the aura, resembling a lightning tree growing inertly from the dense clouds towards the ground.

All of these, along with his promptness, seemed to have simultaneously clashed against Garoro, as if a slice of heaven and earth had been thrust upon him.

Clang!!!

A brilliant radiance of blue and purple swiftly traversed over the ruins, harshly scratching the surface of the ground, leaving a long trail of destruction behind. It finally crashed violently into that bloody world.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The long knife, carrying an indomitable conviction, fell down. Its surface was intertwined with a mysterious flame, trailing damaging forces as it zigzagged through the air. Each strike on its body let out a concentrated power carrying a terrifying strength. Just like undergoing hammering and tempering once again, sparks sprung out from every part of the knife.

Sizzle!

In the midst of metal bursts, an intensely distorted airflow exploded, leaving behind high-speed rotating white rings.

Boom!

A figure flew back from the center of the collision.

One-armed, wielding a knife, coughing blood.

The fog cleared, Feng Liusi opened his right palm with a complex expression, and a slash mark could be seen on the ball of his hand.

Neither deep nor shallow, it was oozing out sticky, fresh blood.

“You’re already so weak… I didn’t even use Blood Vulture’s beak, relying only on the burst of Deathfang Power from the Fifth Stage and other three secret techniques.” His voice carried a touch of inexplicable regret. He paused, seeming to ponder something.

Across from him, Garoro stood leaning on a knife, blood was gushing down from his chest. There, a deeply sunken fist mark had broken his bones, even injuring his internal organs. And the terrifying Deathfang Power was spreading radially, as if it was going to thoroughly dissect his flesh body. But it was temporarily suppressed by his qi.

It didn’t explode like an unstoppable bomb.

His hair was messy, his eyes were filled with bloodshot. His sharp features dropped, like a seriously injured beast about to die.

Garoro was slightly shaking, he looked at his defeated underling with bloody eyes and nose, and his voice was somewhat harsh and hoarse.

“Feng Liusi, I did not loose to you alone. I lost to the three of you.” He took in a deep breath: “Now, as a pure Secret Martial Artist, I want to ask you. Do you want to experience my last strike…”

In Garoro’s tone, there was no trace of doubt or request. It was merely a statement of a fact.

He reached out his hand to the back, and a refined long knife was thrown over from mid-air. In the distance, was a member of the Organization.

Ghost Knife Garoro naturally had a spare knife, but just now he and the Purple Knight were hit by Rocket Bomb Group, and the Vibrating Knife exploded. Almost seamlessly, in the next second, he engaged Blood Fist Feng Liusi.

In front of an equal opponent, there’s simply no chance for him to get his knife.

Now, it’s the same.

This knife flying in mid-air could’ve been struck away by Feng Liusi with his quick reaction and strength. In short, as long as he was willing, Garoro would never get this knife. But Garoro still reached out for it. He gambled that as a Secret Martial Artist, Feng Liusi would certainly want to witness a complete Three Blade Style.

So he would let the severely injured him take this knife.

Whoosh…

The long knife drew a parabolic arc in the air. The silver-sharp knife body reflected sunlight, just like a beautiful, dangerous mirror surface.

Click!

A well-defined, powerful hand gripped the spiral knife handle. Garoro won his gamble, but he felt neither joy nor sorrow in his heart.

Because, whether he caught that knife or not didn’t change his fate. He wanted to see the Vibrating Knife, just to show Feng Liusi the true Prism World.

The horror and desperation that a person faces when confronted with the Three Blade Style.

This is the insistence and pride of a Secret Martial Artist, irrelevant to position, right or wrong, and nature of one’s evil or not. It’s merely a statement on what he had learned and practiced for decades.