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Chapter 531 - 531 293 The Last Day of the Blood Clan in Ming

Chapter 531: 293 The Last Day of the Blood Clan in Ming Mountain City (4100)_2 Chapter 531: 293 The Last Day of the Blood Clan in Ming Mountain City (4100)_2 The bloodthirsty ripple and the Finger Gun secret technique, together with the graying wind aura, formed a lethal assassination skill. It was counted as one of Casio’s three killing techniques of Red Vulture Fist, along with Hundred Palms Thousand Hands and the Blood Spear.

However, this was not a development in the repair of the incomplete technique of Graying Wind. Casio couldn’t master it to the extent he wanted at his previous level, but now he had enough strength. He planned to dedicate time and energy to perfect the Graying Wind technique once he returned to the real world, elevating it from a secret technique to a secret martial art.

Casio was confident in this.

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At 9 o’clock on September 21st, the weather was clear.

A train rolled into the platform of Ming Mountain City in Shire County. Various colorful tourists emerged from the carriages. There were couples holding hands, families with smiles on their faces, and a few tour groups of about ten people, who left under the guidance of their tour guide.

Shire County is a large county with a population close to twenty million in the northern part of the Federation and stretches from east to west. It lies on the eastern coast and is adjacent to the Alfama Mountains in the west. Ming Mountain City and Jinghu City are two cities on the western side and their main industries are timber material and tourism.

It was now early September, the continuation of summer. Although the number of tourists in the two cities was slowly decreasing, the tourism industry had not yet entered the off-season. Many foreign tourists came here to enjoy the slow pace of life in this summer resort city.

At 10 o’clock in the morning.

A single house in the city, a car arrived from the train station, gradually stopping in the open space.

The car door opened with a click.

From it, three extraordinary figures descended.

Time swiftly passed and three days later, it was the morning of September 24th.

The fog was hazy and the air slightly cold. Breakfast shops that had been closed began to open up, starting their morning hustle. The rich aroma of hot milk and food wafted in the air, extremely tempting.

At the corner of a gray-white street next to a street lamp stood a man who had just walked out of the snack street with half a squid roll in his mouth. He opened the newspaper in his hand, reading while walking.

The man was dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, and his brows and eyes emitted a cold aura. If it wasn’t for his hair, which looked like a messy bird’s nest, he would otherwise look very cool at first glance.

He unfolded the daily issued Ming Mountain City morning newspaper, skimming through the recent events accompanying the smell of ink. After taking a bite of his squid roll, the man gently flipped the newspaper.

“Hm?”

His eyes narrowed, and his lazy gaze became serious.

This was a not so small news report.

“Shocking!!! A major homicide occurred in Falk Town on the outskirts of Ming Mountain City last night, and the state of the victim’s death is absolutely horrific!”

Below were some pictures. There were no photos of the corpse, instead were some buildings and traces left on the ground, looking very ominous.

The man looked carefully at the pictures, his expression growing progressively serious, and the food he was chewing in his mouth also stopped.

There seemed to be signs of a clash in the gray picture, and he could see some faint claw marks. The man was certain that these were the claw marks of the Blood Clan. Looking at the corrosion marks on the wall, it was clearly the energy of the Blood Clan’s blood. So, it was not just a simple major homicide, but an abnormal case involving the Blood Clan.

It seems like there were quite a few of them?

Could it be that a large number of Blood Clan were hunting and dining in the town?

According to the report, many innocent residents of the town must have died. The tragic death was no surprise because humans drained of their blood by the Blood Clan would become as withered as if they lacked moisture. Their skin would wrinkle, resembling a mummy that had weathered a thousand years.

“Damn vampires, one day I will wipe you all out!” The man crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it into a trash can. He quickly finished his breakfast and left in a gloomy mood.

He made a decision to advance the hunting plan scheduled for this evening. Nathan was not an ordinary person, he was a Mercury Hunter who had been trained since childhood to track the traces of the Blood Clan.

The direct lineage of the Blood Clan was hidden in the Alfama Mountains, which could be regarded as the center of the entire northern branch of the Blood Clan. Although the direct lineage of the Blood Clan was not very active, there were many branch Blood Clans bouncing around here. After all, this was a tourist city with a huge influx of people.

Nathan was a relatively independent lone Mercury Hunter.

He had found his target ten days ago, a low-level branch of the Blood Clan. After observing for a few days, Nathan had a good grasp of the house address and the Clan’s usual routes.

If he made a move, he was at least seventy percent sure of success.

And just like that, he got to work.

Nathan returned directly to his temporary residence, donned his battle gear. A yellow arrow quiver on his right hip and a sharp long knife hung at his left waist. Tied around his chest was a band carrying several vials of a solution similar to mercury. He took a deep breath and draped a large loose trench coat over himself.

It concealed all his equipment.

He then headed to the washroom, splashed cold water on his face. When he lifted his head, a fleeting pure blue flash traced across his eyes. He put his sunglasses back on, slipped a semi-automatic crossbow into a single shoulder bag.

Once everything was checked, Nathan stepped out of the room.

He had to be cautious. Although mercury hunters are referred to as hunters, against the Blood Clan, they do not have the overwhelming strength matching a hunter and its prey. At best they are mutual prey.

Although the success rate of this operation could reach 70%, he still had to be careful. The slightest mistake could cost him his life.

Half an hour later.

Nathan lay low in a tree, taking in the details of the building not far away. Now he was only less than fifteen meters away from the house, where a low-level sub-lineage of the Blood Clan was residing. At this time, the Blood Clan member should be sitting by a single-seater sofa near the French windows, savoring a morning drink brewed from fresh blood. Most of the time they would close the curtains, but not on cloudy days. This Blood Clan member, with his fairly regular routines, exuded an old-fashioned aristocratic aura.

The times, locations, and matter of his routines were all somewhat fixed. This provided Nathan with a great opportunity for a targeted attack.

He took a deep breath, aimed his modified semi-automatic crossbow at a calculated spot corresponding to the French window.

Pulled the trigger.

Whiz whiz whiz whiz whiz whiz…

A series of shooting sounds rang out, and the crossbow arrows smeared with thorny mercury and his fresh blood swarmed out like a wasp.

Amidst the sound of glass shattering, several dull sounds of arrows piercing flesh could be heard. A surge of joy washed over Nathan. It seemed he’d hit the target.

He swiftly flipped down from the tree and bounded forward.

With a crash, the French windows were directly smashed. Nathan squeezed in through the curtain riddled with holes, his feet landing on the floor.

His blue eyes lit up in the dim environment.

The crossbow in his hand pointed at the direction he had just aimed at.

With the sliver of daylight seeping through the lifting curtain, Nathan briefly assessed the situation. His body stiffened, his heart pounding and fear seizing his chest, as a sudden chill broke out at the roots of his hair.

Not one, four silhouettes!!!

Surrounding the coffee table were three sofas, each seated with one person. The only beings that could interact with the Blood Clan had to be the Blood Clan themselves. The plan had gone terribly wrong, a fatal mistake! He was going to meet his end here! Numerous thoughts flashed through Nathan’s mind.

Just as he was about to grit his teeth for a desperate fight, he suddenly noticed something odd. These four figures seemed to be motionless, like wooden dolls. Nathan held his breath, and waited in place for three to four seconds. Eventually unable to hold back, he turned around and lifted the curtain.

Sunlight streamed in, instantly illuminating the room.

Nathan turned his head back around, his pupils contracting, breath caught.

Dead people, four of them. No, they should be called four Blood Clan members who were killed. They stiffly sat on their sofas, devoid of vitality. Their skin bore the traces of wrinkles, looking pale as a statue.

Nathan drew closer and was taken aback at the sight of a skull deformed by a crushing force. Five finger imprints were deeply recessed, as if someone had tried to squeeze the brain out like a vise. The others also had grisly death states, as if they had been brutally interrogated.

He turned to his target who was sitting on the single seater sofa to his left.

Through the glass just now, one arrow did indeed hit the vital area, at the temple. However, not the right temple, but the left. This Blood Clan member’s head had been forcefully twisted 180 degrees by an eerie strength, neck contorted like a twisted doughnut, face twisted.

The expression on his face at the moment of death was shockingly a malicious grin, inexplicably evoking a haunting sense of horror.

Nathan retreated two steps subconsciously, leaning against the wall. The firm sensation at his back provided him a sense of security.

“Is there a force targeting these specific Blood Clan members?!”