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Chapter 525 - 525 290 Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist (4000)_2

Chapter 525: 290 Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist (4000)_2 Chapter 525: 290 Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist (4000)_2 In the living room, Casio spread out the Devil’s Book on the coffee table, while Sheng Feinan and Feng Liusi sat on either side of the sofa watching.

After about half a minute of silence…

Casio crossed his arms and leaned back into the sofa, meeting two puzzled looks from either side, their emotions a bit complex.

Sheng Feinan sipped his hot tea, his tone elegant.

“Casio, the content is still blank. Stop beating around the bush, tell us directly how to read it. Do we need to look at it from a certain angle? Or does it require a certain angle of light refraction?”

“Huh?”

Casio immediately sat up halfway, slightly confused, “I can see the content though, the pages contain a map of the Ancient Ruins.”

Hearing Casio speak with such certainty, Feng Liusi, who was next to him, looked at the blank paper again and joked, “The Emperor’s New Book?”

One minute later.

“It seems that only I can see the content of this book…”

Casio stretched out his hand and pinched the Devil’s Book on the coffee table. It turned out that this thing had the function of preventing others from peeping.

It seemed that only those who provided the energy and Qi could see it. To others, it was just a book without words.

So this meant…

Casio had to manually draw a detailed map of the relic.

“Damn it.” He cursed silently, for him, a martial artist, to pick up the pen again was a bit difficult. Although not much time had passed in the real world, Casio had spent several years in the Era of Retrospection and had long forgotten his drawing skills.

But there was no choice, he still had to draw the map. The Ancient Ruins were complex and dangerous, so it was impossible to explain everything verbally.

Feng Liusi and Sheng Feinan were going to explore with Casio, so they also needed to understand the various escape routes, traps, and mechanisms.

He certainly didn’t want to slack off and get them both harmed.

Therefore, Casio asked Yunquan Fist, the host, for paper and drawing tools, planning to complete drawing the relic map overnight.

Meanwhile, Feng Liusi was resting in his room, waiting for Casio to communicate with the Black Mechanism the next day, while he healed his injuries.

As the one in the best condition, Sheng Feinan was studying the Spiral Eyed Sword. He said he always felt that the sword was not simple and might contain immense and mysterious power. He planned to increase his combat skills and hidden cards before going to the Ancient Ruins.

The Black Mechanism’s new steward, Amos, was dealing with all kinds of affairs. These included but were not limited to observing the movements of Gate Organization, temporarily blocking the news of the fall and capture of several core members of the Gate Organization, requesting reinforcements from the headquarters, and contacting the cages in eight branches.

It could be said that he was the busiest person. However, Amos was very happy and even delighted. He had revealed during his fight with Casio that he had a deep grudge against the Gate Organization.

The results of today’s battle, one death and two injuries to three core members of the Gate Organization, made Amos’s mood extremely satisfying.

As for Yunquan Fist, his mood was neither good nor bad.

The good news was that the Blood Spirit Association’s surprise attack had been avenged, although not by them. The bad news was that many disciples of Yunquan Fist had been injured or killed, the buildings and reputation of the Tulip Antique Exhibition had been damaged, and all the mysterious ancient relics had been taken away by the group of three, Casio and others.

Despite many dissatisfaction…

But, Yunquan Fist didn’t dare to act rashly for the time being.

Yunquan Fist’s Gate Master Edwin had seen the terrifying strength of Casio’s group, and also the Black Mechanism was on Casio’s side.

He had to weigh the pros and cons if he wanted to cause trouble.

All of Yunquan Fist’s fighters might not even be enough!

As for the East Nine Gates, it was a shared interest community in the eastern secret martial arts world, and not something Yunquan Fist could control unilaterally. The other eight gates had their own judgments and positions. It was not easy to persuade them without involving related collective interests. A bunch of ancient relics was not enough to go to war.

Under the combined influence of various factors.

Kula City was strangely calm tonight, as if all the undercurrents, surging waves, had ended in the battle this afternoon. All the intrigue, plots, or desires were buried.

Only in a study room on the third floor of the building behind the Antique Exhibition…

Casio’s incessant cursing could be heard.

“Damn it, I’ve wasted another sheet!”

He held up the paper in his hand, on which there was a noticeable trembling mark. The original straight line had turned into a wavy line.

With a stern face, Casio crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to him with a whoosh. The trash can shook a bit.

A dozen or so crumpled paper balls inside almost fell out.

Since the evening, hours had passed. He hadn’t succeeded in drawing the map even once, failing more than a dozen times.

This would be normal for an average person, but not for Casio. While he hadn’t seriously touched paper and pen for years, a martial artist was still a martial artist. With a little familiarisation, a Secret Martial Artist’s absolute control over muscles could easily complete the drawing action, like a machine.

However, Casio was indeed a little unfortunate. No matter how he drew it over the past few hours, it was never good enough, always falling short. Sometimes he would be lost in thought halfway through, other times he would hit his hand just as he was finishing.

Fumbling, it was so frustrating it could kill.

He took a deep breath, deciding to suppress his inner frustration and draw again. After a few breaths, Casio opened his eyes.

Raising the pen in his hand, the nib was placed back on the sketch paper.

His arm moved slightly.

Crack!

The pen broke!

“Fuck!”

Moved by his emotions, he clenched the pen, exerting more force than necessary. It was crushed into a heap of wood shavings.

They fell between his fingers like trickling streams of water.

“I can’t draw anymore, I’ll do it tomorrow!”

Casio got up feeling downcast, walking towards the window. Outside, the moon was sparse and the cold wind chilled. The window was half-open, and the creamy-white curtain at the edge was gently fluttering.

He stuck his head out, glancing outside.

At that instant, Casio froze, his Deathfang Power was shaking uncontrollably inside of him. Unexpectedly and without warning, his thirteenth acupuncture point broke through.

Without any signs, quietly and stealthily.

Pitter patter, his special force wildly dissipated.

Half of Casio’s body was hanging out of the window. Suddenly, he lurched forward, falling straight out like a wooden stake.

Before falling, he stretched out his hand, trying to grab the window.

But after touching it, he was still unable to stop the fall.

Whoosh…

Under the bleak moonlight, a dark shadow fell from the third floor.

Unfortunately, head first, hitting the cement floor directly. His explosion of Deathfang Power caused the ground to crack and shatter like tofu. His skull dug into the ground.

At this moment, he looked like a giant tree planted on the floor.

“Damn, good thing my head is hard.”

Casio managed to suppress the turmoil in his body, flipped over and jumped up. Scrunching his brows, he slapped the stone dust off his hair.

His eyes became gradually dark as he muttered to himself.

“My luck seems to be getting…” “Bang!”

A heavy window fell freely from above, hitting Casio’s head hard. The glass shattered with a clatter, scattering in all directions. Under the pale moonlight, Casio’s face was as dark as steel, standing still on the spot.

A wooden window frame hung around his neck like a collar.

He reached out, took off the window, looked at the hole in the glass made by his head, and then at the hole in the ground.

He was lost in a deep silence.

Every single hair on Casio seemed to be radiating fury.

“Is this the consequence of the so-called Devil’s Book?”

“The user and the owner will be cursed and have bad luck for a while. Like falling from a building or being hit by a window…”

Suppressing his raging fury, he tried to make a rational analysis: “It is unlucky, definitely lethal for ordinary people, but for me, these two things are not…”

“Zing!!!!!!!!!!”

A Spiral Eyed Sword broke violently through the wall, its blade radiating a terrifying glow. The patterns on it seemed to flow like crystal.

The dazzling light from the sword was like the brilliance of a supernova explosion!

Zoom…

A streak of golden-red sparks frantically rubbed against the air.

Casio’s eyes bulged, his muscles bulging. His millstone-like hands pressed against the blade, clamping it tight as steel plates.

His muscle fibers twitched, like coiled steel bars.

Inside the building, two familiar voices suddenly could be heard.

“How did we lose grip?”

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