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Chapter 671 - 671 356 Against Five (4000)_2

Chapter 671: 356 Against Five (4000)_2 Chapter 671: 356 Against Five (4000)_2 In the midst of the intertwining shadows of fists and legs, Casio had completely entered a state of aloof personality. His eyes were black, cold as if they were a machine. His moves displayed a painstaking precision, not using more or less force than needed. Like a pre-set program, he calculated and locked onto the combat trajectories of all those around him.

Bang! Casio shifted his body to the right, avoiding a whip kick to his left waist. At the same time, his right arm became an elbow, crashing hard against the fist of a fighter on his right. Then he extended both arms and rotated his body to increase the forward momentum. His fist, like a wind fire wheel, collided with a straight punch from behind, causing a thudding noise.

Against four foes, he was surprisingly at ease. His swinging fists blocked all attacks, preventing any harm to his torso.

Thud!

The hand knife sliced through the air, rapidly moving diagonally. It just missed the opponent’s blocking gap and firmly struck the chest. The elder of the Red Wrist Fist groaned as he was forced back a dozen steps, barely able to catch his breath.

He held his chest, blood slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The elder took a deep breath and rejoined the battlefield.

Five afterimages circling Casio rapidly spun while launching fists, whiplashes, knee strikes, and elbow strikes in their path.

Even the elder of the Soul-Losing Swordsmanship, a veteran fighter, held a cross longsword in his hand, drawing dangerous arcs in the air and continuously launching tricky slashes towards Casio’s vital spots.

As their speed was getting faster and faster, their coordination improved as well.

They seemed to be on the verge of suppressing Casio’s momentum.

Clang!

The sharp alloy longsword vibrated rapidly. While Casio’s two arms were entangled with two fighters, it slashed against his back. A sound ripped through the air and a giant tear appeared in his tight combat clothes. A trace of blood was faintly seeping out from it.

“What a tough body, it seems like he has worn an alloy armor inside his clothes. My Soul-cutting sword could barely break his defense!”

The elder of the Soul-Losing Swordsmanship warned, as he exerted force on his arm to withdraw his sword, another sword light flashed in the air.

This time, his attack was futile as Casio dodged it.

Once again, the battle became deadlocked, but overall, the East Nine Gates seemed to have the upper hand. Casio seemed really exhausted. His fists hitting the five fighters only caused moderate injuries instead of overwhelming damage.

At the corner of the first floor of the Black Pupil Building, seven fighters from other schools of the Eastern Alliance were watching the battle. Seeing that Casio appeared to be on the losing side, some of them started to regret. It seemed that the top fighter had indeed fallen into a state of weakness after releasing his secret killing technique.

If things continued this way, he was likely to lose to the East Nine Gates.

If he lost and the East Nine Gates won, would they cause trouble for those of them who were watching from the sidelines? It was very likely…

If only they had sided with the East Nine Gates in the beginning.

Looking at the current situation, it seemed that adding another one or two fighters would give a decisive advantage and directly defeat the Magical Golem Sect Master.

On the other side, unlike those seven fighters, Simonyi, upon observing the current situation, did not sway in his judgment.

Having achieved the realm of a fighter, his vision had improved. He vaguely realized that the Magical Golem Sect Master seemed to be practicing in the fight. From beginning to end, he was only using one boxing method. His other Red Vulture Fist technique, and his terrifying physique weren’t even utilized.

Simonyi had secretly watched the battle between the Magical Golem Sect Master and the Eye Demon. What left the deepest impression on him about Casio was his monster-like physical body and his terrifying power. His punch was so terrifying that even the Eye Demon, also a top fighter, avoided its edge and did not dare to collide with it head-on.

In addition to defense, the Eye Demon’s Swordsmanship secret skill, Abyssal Annihilation, was directly withstood by the Magical Golem Sect Master!

How utterly terrifying was such a physique?

At this point, in the chaotic battlefield up ahead, the Magical Golem Sect Master was still maintaining his normal size, showing no intention of unleashing the dominance of his physical power. Instead, he was simply competing in skill with the other five fighters using another exquisite boxing technique.

Yet, even as such, even with the Magical Golem Sect Master deliberately foregoing his strongest attribute, the five fighters of the East Nine Gates still found it hard to defeat him. The gap was just too great.

Simonyi knew all this in his heart and quietly shook his head.

It seemed he was mourning the inevitable fate of those five men from the East Nine Gates.

Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang!

Like firecrackers, a series of explosions echoed from the center of the battlefield.

The silhouette of a figure and ten shadowy beings divided directly.

Casio stood in the middle, his clothes tattered, obviously torn in the fierce battle. A powerful body was faintly visible within the gaps of the fabric, radiating a rock-like white color.

From various directions around him, five shadows stood, locked in place. Some were pale-faced, some had trembling fingers, clearly all had sustained some injuries. However, all five radiated confidence.

Alone, Casio was no match for their combined strength.

“Rock white tight soft armor?” The Elder of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship squinted his eyes. His left arm swing across the front, a cross longsword perched in his elbow, the sword’s tip aimed directly at Casio. Everyone’s attack had proven to be effective. Despite Casio’s armor protection, the blade of the elder’s sword had still drawn blood.

“Wait, that doesn’t seem to be soft armor! That is…”

The elder’s eyes widened in shock, his previously smug demeanor disappeared:” It seems to be the skin!!”

“He didn’t wear armor, he took my sword secret technique with his bare body!”

“Impossible!”

His mind was horrified, interrupted by the shouts of other elders.

“Don’t let him catch his breath, go together!”

Suddenly, the four figures once again rushed forward in fury. The elder of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship was a bit distracted, thus slower to react than the others.

Not far away, Casio, despite his tattered clothing, seemed calm. He pointed two fingers to an acupuncture point on his chest, remarking, “Indeed a boxing method created of natural combat. The greater the pressure, the faster the progress, the stronger the force.”

Hiss… hiss…

The two acupuncture points were connected, a large amount of echo strength surged in. He was able to push the boxing method to its limit in this situation of encirclement.

Of course, Casio’s goals were not only these. He also wanted to be familiar with the boxing traits and flaws of the major schools under the East Nine Gates.

To know yourself and your enemy is to win every battle.

He lifted his head and glanced at the five figures rushing towards him. His eyes were indifferent, his palms came together in front of him with a bang. The Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist had another name, Casio called it the Southern Dipper Explosion Fist.

In the series of collisions just now, these five people’s bodies had already been filled with ample echo strength. Although some had been resisted and drained by qi, the remaining echo strength was enough to leave a deep impression on them.

“Echo strength, explode!”

Sudden bursts of blood exploded from the bodies of the five who were charging towards him, as if there were tiny bombs buried beneath their skin.

When the time came, they exploded abruptly, tearing apart flesh and blood.

Boom boom boom… crackling… Ahhh!

All five fighters were thrown out. Some were rolling on the ground, some were on their knees, some were constantly vomiting blood. The ground was ringed with blood stains, the result of the explosion’s shockwaves.

“What kind of boxing is this? I’ve never seen such an aggressive special force!” a fighter whose chest was bloody and blurred spoke. He glanced around, some of his companions were severely wounded, some were close to being heavily injured. The situation wasn’t good.

“To be able to put pressure on me under the state of Sonic Serpent Fist, you five are quite good,” Casio commented, his mouth slightly curled into a cruel smile, obviously in a good mood.

He walked step by step, the cloth on his body was blown and torn apart by his swelling muscles. The dense black meridians were like thin snakes crawling all over his body, and his rock-white muscles looked like heavy metal armor. His height gradually increased from 1.85 meters to 2.1 meters.

With each breath, the air flow reversed, forming a white spiral vortex around his nose and mouth. His enormous body heat slightly warmed the surrounding air, as though an ancient giant beast had descended.

The wound caused by the elder of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship was on his back, a tiny seam barely half a finger long. A casual glance might miss it. But now, as Casio’s body recovered, that small seam was instantly healed.

Boom boom boom boom…