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Chapter 590 - 590 319 Arbitrary and Domineering Attitude (4100)_1

Chapter 590: 319 Arbitrary and Domineering Attitude (4100)_1 Chapter 590: 319 Arbitrary and Domineering Attitude (4100)_1 One, two, three, four, five … a staggering eleven acupuncture points lit up brilliantly, flickering across Casio’s body. When they were all connected together, it looked like a long serpent coiled up on the surface of his skin. The tail of the snake was wrapped around his sturdy waist, while the fanged and grinning snakehead overlapped with his palm.

Casio’s right hand stretched flatly in mid-air, as if the snake-body was slightly bent and prepared to strike, exuding strands of extremely dangerous aura.

Tap, tap, tap … tap, tap, tap …

Forward, steps came rushing in. Deadblood rushed with the speed of a cheetah, demonstrating a speed far beyond the human limit. All the assassins were like this; in the eyes of everyone in the Black Spade “A” organization, they were all flying black afterimages.

“A bunch of sheep trying to hunt a majestic lion? Ridiculous!”

Boom!

The entire street suddenly made a loud noise; it was like a muffled thunder exploding on the ground, which made the bystanders’ feet go numb.

The concrete where Casio originally stood was directly crushed into powder by a tremendous force, setting off a cloud of stone dust. His robust body squeezed the air, like a train roaring into the station.

“!!!”

Bam, bam, bam, bam!

The train rolled straight down the street, and the black shadow that rushed wildly either flew backward or spun around in mid-air free fall. As if they were hit by a shell.

Swoosh!

Casio’s spine trembled slightly, and his arm swung out like a spiral wind blade. The whole move was like swinging a giant python’s tail in mid-air, soft yet powerful.

This move was extremely fast and fiercely lashed onto the black figure that jumped towards him in slow motion. It directly stopped the impact of his wild charge, causing a momentary pause before he rapidly flew away. The entire chest, abdominal skin, muscles, and bones were all exploded. The internal organs inside were shaken into blood powder and a red mist exploded in the air.

It did not end there. The Echo Strength exploded again, causing a second injury from the inside. It directly ripped the torso apart.

By the time the black figure fell.

There were only scattered limbs, a head, an arm, two legs. Scattered all around, the muscles were still twitching.

One arm was not known where it had flown off to.

Splat.

Not far away, a wealthy young man was trembling and rigid in place. His face was incredibly pale. He reached out a trembling hand to touch his head and instantly touched five wriggling fingers. The fingers were gripping his hair, seemingly still covered with warm fluid.

The wealthy young man gritted his teeth, took it down and looked. It turned out to be a bloody severed hand, with tendons and blood vessels hanging down from the cross-section. The five fingers trembled disorderly due to muscle memory and nerve endings, seemingly trying to bend inwards to grab something.

“Fuck!”

He was so scared that he threw the severed hand away. The whole person retreated frantically for five or six steps. His lips, which were originally somewhat bloody, were incredibly pale, and his face was full of panic. He looked haggard – even more so than after a sleepless night.

The one-sided massacre on the battlefield was still ongoing.

In slow motion, Casio leisurely crossed the streets. His face was indifferent and cold, with no emotional fluctuations. He lightly flapped his arms, unfolding the basic flapping, entangling, piercing, and biting forms of the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist in the air.

Every attack he made was done precisely, blocking the direction where the black figure would advance in the next second. Not a single bit was off; not even slightly deviated. It was as if the Deadblood had committed suicide by hurling their vulnerabilities at him, none of them was able to even touch Casio’s robe.

“It seems that the Echo Strength’s internal second explosion is more effective on the undead creatures like Deadblood than the Deathfang Power…”

Casio pondered in his heart, turned around, and swiftly punched three black figures flying off. Those shadow figures slid away at high speed, hitting the wall of the street like a stack of arhats. Firmly sticking to the surface, it looked like a hanging painting. Before the shadow figure could struggle, the Echo Strength exploded, and blood burst out immediately.

The splashed flesh and internal organs smeared across an entire wall.

With a puff, a claw-like arm directly pierced a black figure. It came out from the back of his chest, still clutching a bloody heart in his hand. With a slight squeeze, it instantly burst.

Casio withdrew his right hand. His muscles vibrated slightly, and all the viscous blood droplets were shaken off. The skin became clean and tidy again.

Thud, the lifeless Deadblood fell to the ground.

Boom, boom, boom … Gunfire came from behind. It seemed that some fish that got away were afraid and chose soft targets.

Swish! Casio disappeared from the spot like a flash of light.

When he appeared again, he had leaped tens of meters and stood behind two black figures who were pouncing towards the crowd. One of the Deadblood, either sensed with acute perception or simply wanted to divert target towards another crowd. Like a cheetah, it changed directions, its face was ferocious as it was about to rush to the left.

However, a large hand with fingers spread wide came out from the corner of the eye, covering the entire face of the black figure. An irresistible force pulled inward, smashing the black figure’s head against another skull that was also grabbed.

Crack!

A red and white paste exploded in front of Casio’s chest, like a burst water balloon. The two heads were pressed together, the skull collapsed inch by inch, and the cracks fit each other. In an instant, two heads were kneaded into one by a terrifying force, and it was impossible to tell whose head was whose. The blood-stained hands were released, and what fell to the ground turned out to be two bodies sharing one head.

With a splat, the right leg disappeared from the spot and lashed heavily on the last black figure who had been scared silly on the side. The Deadblood flew wildly, smashing a dent into the body of the Black Cloud Sedan. The wheels wobbled from side to side, almost flipping over from the tremendous force.