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Chapter 518 - 518 287 Peak Finale (4100)_1

Chapter 518: 287 Peak Finale (4100)_1 Chapter 518: 287 Peak Finale (4100)_1 Crack…Crack…Crack…

Sounds of bones cracking echoed like firecrackers in an instant, as Garoro could no longer suppress the rampages of Deathfang Power.

His aura collapsed dramatically, eradicating the last vestiges of life and energy in his body. The light in his pupils gradually dimmed as if a brilliant gem had lost its sheen.

“Now, Garoro can truly be called a Ghost Knife,” Feng Liusi thought to himself as he watched everything unfold with a detached gaze.

For some reason, instead of feeling joy at having avenged a grave wrong, he felt a faint sense of regret. Perhaps it was due to witnessing a top-tier fighter, devoted to the martial arts, fall before his eyes, causing a resonance in his mind.

“Heh, how melodramatic of me to feel pity for the enemy,” Feng Liusi laughed ironically at himself, his mind filled with countless thoughts. At least he had the privilege of feeling regret; such sentimentality was a luxury of the victor. He had won, so he could afford such pretenses.

If he had lost, his eyes would be closed, and there would be no space for such niceties.

Victory, battle – these are two words that a Secret Martial Artist could never avoid.

There’s no second place in martial arts. If you lose, you lose; if you win, you win. Anything could happen on the path of the pursuit of martial arts, and all difficulties must be faced. All one can do is just one thing – to win.

To win all the way, until reaching the peak.

The road ahead is perilous, and the journey is arduous, but he found it sweet.

Boom!

Not far behind him, structures that were teetering in the aftermath of the terrifying combat clash had finally collapsed.

The four-storey building crumbled, the concrete and iron bars hitting the ground, sending chunks of rubble and dust flying like a grey wave.

The dust storm swept by, with only Feng Liusi, glowing red and standing tall like a post in the middle of the stream. Around him was a circular area a few meters in diameter, as if an invisible hand had kept out the rain of rubble and the dust.

Even a head-sized piece of debris flying towards him would instantly shatter upon contact and bounce away effortlessly.

The air around was turbid, filled with a hazy, dim sense of gloom and defeat, akin to low visibility in dense fog.

Thud…Thud…Thud…

In the fog, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed.

Alike with a red glow, a circular area was confidently advancing against the wave and soon appeared in Feng Liusi’s field of view.

“Done?” Feng Liusi lifted his head slightly.

“Done.”

Casio came walking over from afar, now back to his normal form – a blonde youth about 175 cm tall. His physique was at the pinnacle of perfection, with a face so delicate it barely seemed human, his lips red and teeth white exuding elegance.

It was hard to connect him with the muscular monstrosity he had transformed into just moments ago, as if the bloody battle of machines had nothing to do with him. It was as if they were completely unrelated.

“What about you?” Casio asked in response.

“Hmm, he’s handled too.”

“Ghost Knife has become a real Ghost Knife…” Feng Liusi replied.

“The wound on your body?” Casio frowned deeply.

“Ah, this is the result of wanting to experience the Prism World of Three Blade Style. It’s not too serious; the heart is still beating.”

Feng Liusi’s expression did not reveal excessive pain, as though the sword wound that had nearly half of his body exposed did not exist at all.

“A wound like this would normally take a year and a half to heal and might leave severe aftereffects. We’ll have to use life vibration energy. All the Blood Spirit Association people have been killed by us, and I’m afraid that the small fish and shrimp in the Blood Nest won’t be enough.” Casio reflected for a moment and finally said, “However, it’s not a problem, the Black Mechanism had promised us eight captured dark creatures.”

“As long as you’re not dead, even if you’re clinging to life, you can still survive if I infuse you with my life energy.”

This was the bottom line promise that Casio had made to Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan before the battle. No matter when, it always acted as a heartening medicine.

The strength of a fighter who doesn’t fear death can be imagined, and their mental quality would significantly improve.

When necessary, they could even adopt an injury-for-injury approach.

“I understand. I’ve already forcibly closed this wound by controlling my muscles. As long as I don’t engage in intense battle during this time, it doesn’t matter if it takes one or two weeks,” Feng Liusi said.

“We won’t need that long. In at most a day or two, we can get those dark creatures detained by the Black Mechanism.”

Casio came to Feng Liusi’s side and took a glimpse at the wound.

He slightly turned his head and, despite the thick fog, his face was still looking in the direction of the Tulip Antique Exhibition, “You rest for a bit. I’ll go. What about the two core members of the Door Organisation?”

“Capture them alive,” Feng Liusi suggested.

“Alright, I’ll try.”

In a flash, Casio vanished from the spot. From afar, it looked as if an invisible vacuum passage was speedily extending towards the square in the fog, a vacuum in the dusty air.

He had used up his burst technique, but it didn’t matter. Casio in his normal state was also a top-notch combatant capable of influencing the battle. Not to mention the two core members of the Door Organisation were being besieged four to two. His joining the battlefield would be destructive.

And indeed it was.

The Circular Plaza in front of the Tulip Antique Exhibition had been completely destroyed. Sheng Feinan and Amos were up against the Black Peacock, while the two Yunquan Fist practitioners were dealing with the Purple General. The fight had been at a stalemate but the Door Organisation was clearly at a disadvantage.