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Chapter 667 - 667 Kill in 354 seconds (4000)_2

Chapter 667: Kill in 354 seconds! (4000)_2 Chapter 667: Kill in 354 seconds! (4000)_2 In the heat of the moment, Ugo let out his Qi, resulting in the full power of Evil Eye Fist exploding. A deep black steam roared as it burst out.

It spread out like an exploding firework, creating a starlit sky filled with black luminescence. With a closer look, at the top of the sky, a gigantic eye seemed to open and shut.

An oppressive force started bearing down on Simonyi.

To everyone’s surprise, Simonyi remained unmoved, stubbornly throwing a punch as if he was an obstinate young man!

Ugo was completely infuriated. His intention of releasing his Qi was not to counterattack, but to suppress Simonyi, forcing him to stop. By releasing his Qi, Ugo had actually violated the mutual understanding of the arena, indirectly conceding defeat. But he did it this way to appear less humiliated.

Moreover, this act demonstrated his profound strength, indicating that it wasn’t that he couldn’t defeat Simonyi; instead, it was the restrictive rules of the arena holding him back.

This way, at least his defeat would not seem overly embarrassing.

However, to his surprise, Simonyi persisted, seeming inclined to take things to the bitter end. He had absolutely no sense of propriety!

Ugo, who initially had a good impression of this eastern three-star, now held strong resentment. Angered, he decided to teach him a lesson. With a jolt of his Qi, the gigantic black pupil descending from above swiftly aligned with his right shoulder blade.

His entire arm suddenly turned a thick black, with what looked like an illusory eye opening at the center of his palm.

“Simonyi, you must not overstep!”

Ugo thundered a palm strike with a lethal force. The surrounding air exploded with a frantic sound.

“Ugo!”

From the audience seats belonging to various sect elders, several silhouettes abruptly flew out, sweeping swiftly towards the first arena.

But, from another side, there was a silhouette that was even faster!

Though appearing further away, the figure was actually closing in with speed. It looked like a frenzied fiery red meteor descending rapidly.

Crrrash!!!

The fierce expression on Ugo’s face suddenly froze as the front of his chest burst open, sending him flying out like a rocket.

As for his arm that was thrown out in attack, it had been twisted into a different form, barely held together by ruptured muscles and broken bones. As for the extraordinary phenomenon of his Qi above his head, it was completely obscured by an even more terrifying scene. A monstrous prehistoric bird with bloody wings, covering the sky, descended, swooping down and swallowing up the evil eye amidst the night sky.

“Ugh!”

Caught in mid-air, Ugo coughed up blood, his physical body and Qi encountering a terrifying double attack in a split second. He didn’t have the slightest resistance. The intruder was too fast, his strength too fierce, his Qi too overwhelming. The fear Ugo felt was indescribable!

Whoosh!

A silhouette dashed towards him, a rather old man with a long white braid, dressed in a striking Evil Eye Fist combat suit. It was Akide, the Great Elder of the Evil Eye Fist Sect.

A veteran combatant who was even stronger than Ugo.

With a jolt of his entire body, he caught Ugo in his arms. He stumbled a few steps upon landing, managing to resolve the enormous force.

“Ugo!” Akide frowned, noticing Ugo’s critical condition. His chest was deeply concave from the punch, and at least three to five ribs were broken.

Also, Ugo’s eyes were somewhat unfocused, indicating an injury to his Qi. It had been greatly depleted in a short span.

“Damn it, who are you!”

Akide’s face was as black as iron, and his strong Qi set off. He turned abruptly, gazing furiously at the arena.

Just a few steps in front of Simonyi, in the very center of the first arena, a tall man in a billowing trench coat stood tall.

He was handsome, he was robust, his eyes held a cold and dominating aura. Large torrents of blood-red steam erupted from him, casting his eyes in a bloody red. His trench coat, billowing like the cape of a battlefield lieutenant, rose and fell in the sea of blood.

Just at a glance, everyone thought the same: This man was no ordinary person!

Faint-hearted people dared not stare longer, for the domineering presence of the man was enough to destabilize their state of mind.

“Ugo, the current twenty-sixth leader of the Evil Eye Fist Sect. Akide, the twenty-fifth leader of the Evil Eye Fist Sect. Fifty years further back, Justin, the twenty-second leader of the sect. Buck, the twenty-first. It has been passed down generation by generation…”

The man’s gaze slowly swept around him, pausing the footsteps of some of the elders who initially wanted to rush up to the arena.

“What do you mean?”

Akide desired to lash out, but the man who suddenly appeared on the arena appeared to be incredibly strong. Even though his words were vaguely ambiguous, they seemed to be connected to the Evil Eye Fist Sect someway.

“What do I mean? Fifty years ago, Windsor County wasn’t dominated by the Evil Eye Fist Sect alone. Have you all forgotten the name of the renowned fighter who once echoed throughout the secret martial arts world of the east, Blood Fist Feng Liusi? To be even clearer, you should be familiar with Red Vulture Fist…”

The trench-coated man gradually walked towards the edge of the arena, a suffocating aura of terror radiating from him. The stench of blood in the air swirled and roared like waves relentlessly lashing out in every direction. Those in the audience closer to the first arena felt as if they were in a grim world blood-red from horizon to horizon, finding it almost suffocating from the scent of blood in the air. The surging crimson tidal waves of blood seemed to be ten meters high.

“Red Vulture Fist? Blood Fist Feng Liusi!”

Akide’s pupils shrank. He had been a teenager then, just hearing about the notorious Blood Fist! The Gate Master and the Great Elder of the Evil Eye Fist Sect were extremely wary of this, and they dared not easily provoke the Red Vulture Fist despite being only a third-rate sect. It was not until news of the failure of Blood Fist’s breakthrough in Death Valley surfaced that the Evil Eye Fist Sect dared to strike secretly against Red Vulture Fist, gradually usurping them by crafty schemes.

Until now, Red Vulture Fist had completely disappeared. The dilapidated dojo was the last trace of it. Moreover, it seemed like the Evil Eye Fist Sect’s Youth Training Camp branch would soon establish itself over the Red Vulture Fist’s dojo, completely replacing it.

Now, this man was mentioning Red Vulture Fist, and Feng Liusi, the Blood Fist.

Could it be that he was…?!

Thinking of a possibility, Akide exclaimed, “You are a successor of Red Vulture Fist? No, you are a successor of Blood Fist Feng Liusi!”

“Correct.” Casio nodded approvingly. A terrifying smile spread across his face: “Allow me to reward you with a move that neither Buck nor Justin have ever withstood—the technique of South Dipper Red Vulture Fist.”

“Final Secret Skill, Blood Vulture Beak…”

There was no excitement, no roaring, just a touch of reminiscence. Casio lifted his hands, and it seemed as if he was looking at Feng Liusi, who was laughing wildly in the blood-red swirls.

He was the only fighter Casio truly admired.

Casio could hardly keep up with Blood Fist’s tenacity and ambitions!

“What are you doing!” Numerous fighters in the audience surged out, some rushing toward Casio, others toward Akide. They had a vague sense that a feud existed between the two, and they might trigger a battle. Naturally, they wanted to intervene.

Even a dragon would have to bow before a dozen or so fighters in the field.

But Casio didn’t care. The moment he lifted his arms, two blood-red waterfalls surged up. Steam swirled and churned, forming a dangerous vortex at his shoulders and above his head.

Feathered wings, resembling both flames and scales, spread out towards the sky.

With his left hand in front and right hand behind, Casio stood firmly with his feet on the ground. The surging red steam fell down like a sheer garb from his head.

His blood-red eyes stared at Akide and another man, along with two other fighters who were going to intervene. His smile was eerie.

“So eager to seek death? Then I’ll devour you all!”

“South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, Final Secret Skill, Blood Vulture Beak!”

The next second, over a dozen acupuncture points on his chest lit up simultaneously. A high pitched screech of a ferocious bird tore through the air, its cry piercing and sharp, resounding through the metal arena.

A tremendous boom!!!

An incredibly huge head of a fierce bird charged out from the dense fog behind Casio. It was immense, almost twice the size of a train’s front. It opened its beaked jaws inch by inch, revealing a terrifying sight. Its eyes, wet with drops of blood-red color, were fierce.

With a fierce high-pitched screech, the gigantic head dived down and collapsed half of the metal arena. It ground forward just like a super heavy tank would.

Those who stand in my way, die!