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Chapter 562 - 562 307 Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist

Chapter 562: 307 Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist Accomplished (4000)_2 Chapter 562: 307 Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist Accomplished (4000)_2 This entire cliff face contains countless pits dug out by enormous manpower, accumulated over hundreds of climbing sessions.

He had become accustomed to it, securing holds hidden beneath the waterfall each time, defiantly ascending under tons of pressure.

From a distance, a black dot could be spotted within the white curtain of water, positioned two-thirds of the way up at a height of six to seven hundred meters.

And it was climbing at a speed of two meters per minute.

Casio’s condition at this moment was somewhat strange. His robust physique was resisting the external pressure of the water currents, while inside his body, the construction of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist’s Southern Dipper state instinctively operated—it was as if there were two currents, two pressures battling each other, both inside and out.

And the barrier standing in the way of all this was his own body.

His mind was somewhat befuddled. The star python guide map flashed continuously in his mind, recording the locations, functions, storage, and transfer directions of the echo strength in the acupuncture points, and the combination of virtual veins.

Ka ka ka ka…

Each swing of Casio’s arm splashed up water, as if he were swimming against the current. Except the direction was vertical, and the resistance was far more terrifying than the river.

After one hour, he reached a height of eight hundred meters.

His arm hesitated, trembling. At this moment, twenty-two acupuncture points had been activated inside his body, one-third of his virtual meridians were interlinked—and his momentum was still fierce and overwhelming.

Another hour later, the altitude was nine hundred meters.

His fingers trembled, weak from exhaustion. Casio almost fell from the high altitude due to the massive energy consumption. Fortunately, his other hand held firm. He dangled from one arm for two minutes before he mustered the strength to lift the other hand upwards.

Another hour and a half later, the altitude was one thousand fifty meters.

Casio held onto the last step, hanging on for five excruciating minutes. His body trembled, his face alternated between pale and flushed, but his skin was a fiery red, like a furnace. It was as if a ferocious stream was raging beneath, with the magma rolling, releasing a great amount of heat.

The ceaseless water stream quenched this phenomenon.

But the temperature still surged, rapidly evaporating into white steam, which formed a layer above his head.

Suddenly!

“Bang bang bang bang!”

The top of the waterfall exploded with white water splashes, transforming into several skewed jets of steam.

Within the misty water, a silhouette spiraled upward with magnitude.

It elegantly somersaulted in mid-air and lightly landed on a bluestone by the river, standing firm.

“Southern, Dipper, Sonic, Serpent, Fist!”

Each word was articulated clearly. The blonde figure stood with his left foot forward, right leg set back. His spine arched slightly as if it were a sturdy bowstring. His center of gravity lowered, his arms crossing in front of his chest.

South Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist’s battle starting stance!

Right in front of Casio, astonishingly, was another massive bluestone, upon which was the silhouette of an elderly gentleman in black.

Cross-legged, hands clasped, brow lowered, gaze following.

The azure sky above, pure white clouds, golden halo. On the lush mountain peak, a white stream trickled through the dense forest.

Two figures stood idly above the water, with water birds circling overhead.

It was as if it were a serene silhouette of landscapes and people.

Hum hum hum…

Two auras slowly spread, the area shrouded by their presence became silent, even the deafening sound of the waterfall seemed muted.

“Bang.”

An explosion suddenly resounded from within Casio’s chest.

Accumulated over a long time, the build-up finally burst forth. At this moment, the structure of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist’s Southern Dipper state was completed, the acupuncture points were activated, the virtual meridians were entirely established. The four months’ worth of inspiration finally broke through the obstacles.

The first acupuncture point of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist, had broken open!

Pei li pa la…The sound similar to frying beans emitted from within his body, the sound of echo strength quickly filling the acupuncture points.

At this moment.

The second Southern Dipper secret track, the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist, was complete!

Ripples of refreshing and exhilarating emotions washed through his chest. After nearly six months of hard training, stumbling along the way, he finally saw a glimmer of hope.

The hundreds of restarts and numerous brushes with death had paid off!

“Huff…”

Casio exhaled a burdensome, hot breath.

His body naturally stretched out like a coiled python.

His muscles brought about a sense of indescribable flexibility and strength.

“Today I have mastered two Southern Dipper secret teachings. Whether the slaughter personality and the aloof personality can reach a balance depends on today…”

Casio clasped his hands together and sat down, bent over. His damp blond hair was dried by his body heat and was blown to the sides to reveal his forehead.

A faint red light blinked on the shiny skin of his cross-shaped impression.

In the three mental methods of the Demon Idol Secret Martial Arts, two extreme secondary personalities were split from the main one to deal with the darkness that polluted him.

The slaughter personality cultivated the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, which became stronger and stronger with a series of intense battles, indicating a potential power shift.

Initially, Casio just needed the aloof personality to suppress it, but now it barely stands up to the aloof personality and the main personality. Moreover, under intense emotional circumstances in battle.

He could even lose his judgement under the influence of the slaughter personality.

Now, the aloof personality had mastered the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist! Theoretically, it already had the foundation to counteract the slaughter personality.

Whether practicing the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist and the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist at the same time will result in a rejection is something Casio is slightly apprehensive about.

Ding ding ding ding ding…

On his body, the thirteen acupuncture points belonging to the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist light up one by one. Deathfang Power flows within the virtual meridians that resemble an overpass, like a school of piranhas.

Ding…

The newly lit acupuncture point of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist also lights up.

It looked solitary and rather lonely.

Casio took a deep breath, all the hairs on his body stood up due to the tension, and a warm stream slowly flowed past his heart.

He closed his eyes, circulating the three Martial Arts mental methods of Demon Idol.

The Slaughter personality, Main personality, and Aloof personality. Various cluttered emotions took turns, creating a bizarre sense of separation.

The next second.

The Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist and South Dipper Red Vulture Fist start to operate at the same time!

The two forces, each distinct in nature, began to circulate. One was as rapid as a raging fire, and the other was as cold as ice. Both contained a sense of opposition.

In an instant, the two fist techniques collided inside his body.

Bang bang bang!

It seemed like there was a huge hammer savagely striking inside his body!

Casio’s eyes widened in shock, a mouthful of blood mist sprayed from his mouth. Half his body felt cold, and half hot; half was red, half was white. The clash of the two forces was not harmonious, instead they viciously butchered each other.

The quick clash and embittered destruction across every corner of his body immediately led to serious internal injuries.

“It’s not possible!? Are all the different methods of the Southern Dipper teachings inherently contradictory, existing in isolation and opposition?”

Casio’s mind was in turmoil; he had already lost control of the conflict between the two forms of martial arts. He could only forcibly push to stimulate the life vibration energy to repair his body. But his energy was also depleted, most of it being used up in the five months of cultivation, barely leaving him with seven or eight strands of energy!

At this rate of collision.

He could only hold out for three minutes!

“Alas…” Casio let out a sigh of regret.

“Alas…”

An elderly voice seemed to overlap with his at this moment.

Casio blinked abruptly, his vision obscured by fresh blood. He could only see a blurry silhouette of a figure sitting cross-legged and standing up. That old figure stepped across the water without a hint of sinking, each step bringing him closer to Casio.

“You…ughh…”

Just as he was about to speak, another gush of blood surged up his throat.

Casio felt his skeleton couldn’t take the burden anymore, his muscles continuously being torn apart. The skin seemed to flicker as if about to crack open.

Whoosh! Bang!

The blurry silhouette disappeared in an instant, and Casio was flung away. He wasn’t far from the edge of the mountain peak, so he fell directly from midair, plunging down like a rapid waterfall.

Another figure followed closely, akin to a falling meteor.

The old man of the Extreme Fist unleashed an unimaginable purple glow at this moment, possessing an aura comparable to the sun. His body, dragging a long tail of fire, reached out to grab Casio.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump!

The moment his fingers reached out, a series of explosions sounded through the air. With his fingertip brushing past, the roaring and surging echo strength howled. Instantly crossing several meters, it targeted Casio.

Below his left chest, at the last rib.

That was the second acupuncture point of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist!