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Chapter 672 - 672 357 more painful than killing me (4100)_1

Chapter 672: 357 more painful than killing me (4100)_1 Chapter 672: 357 more painful than killing me (4100)_1 “To go one against five, exchanging hundreds of moves, and emerge without a scratch! His physique… is the most formidable of all the fighters I’ve ever seen in my life!” muttered an elder in the crowd watching from afar, his eyes filled with an unmistakable shock.

The others also wore similar expressions, their faces mostly full of astonishment. They had thought that the Gate Master of the Magical Golem Sect would fall into a weakened state after unleashing his deadly secret skill, suppressed by the five fighters of the East Nine Gates. Yet, the situation turned around in an instant, making what the crowd saw as an intense battle seem like a mere warm-up to the Gate Master.

He has been at ease from the beginning without going all out. The combat scene just now, to put it nicely, was the gate master of the Magical Golem Sect deliberately restraining his strength and honing his boxing skills. Put it in a harsher way, it’s fooling around, playing with the five from the East Nine Gates like a cat playing with a mouse.

Having had enough fun, he could effortlessly break the toy into pieces. The whole situation was entirely under his control.

The primary reason was his overly formidable physique, capable of steadfastly withstanding the burst of secret techniques of a fighter-class and even enduring the Cross Sword of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship elder. Consequently, the gate master of the Magical Golem has a high tolerance in any battle, superior survivability, something most fighters cannot achieve.

Fighters were generally high in attack but low in defense, with the terrifying destructiveness of Qi combined with secret techniques far surpassing physique. Therefore, if the five fighters from East Nine Gates were attacking any top-notch fighter, that top-notch fighter would still have to dodge and evade. Because both sides can break each other’s defenses.

A top-notch fighter facing a full-force kill from an average fighter would still be seriously injured. Unless they rely on superior Qi boxing skills to offset the forces or evade. Accordingly, if the Magical Golem Gate Master were not the target of the attack from the five of East Nine Gates, but another top-notch fighter, that fighter would find it very difficult. This was the source of the five’s confidence.

Unfortunately, Casio did not fall behind in both Qi and physique and boosted them to a formidable realm. After opening the Gate of Physique, he could match a top-notch fighter with just the power of his flesh.

Blocking one or two small weapons is simply more than enough.

Only an opponent of the same level can break his defense.

So, Casio was simply a low-level assassin. Unless he stood still without defending even vital points, full-strength shots from the five would have a chance of killing Casio.

Black Pupil Building, first floor, outside the hall.

Five elders of the East Nine Gates, each with some injury, were already exerting their secret method, forcefully suppressing their discomfort, and barely regaining their combat effectiveness.

Directly opposite, that burly and muscular figure had already started sprinting, faster with each step, giving a feeling of being unstoppable, as if anyone who tried to confront him would crash and break.

Aro, the Elder of the Star Ring Fist, drew in a breath of bloody air through his nostrils, extending his limbs to instantly form a combat posture. He had already used a burst secret technique, and his entire body stood upright and robust. His withered muscles had once again become full and strong, his limbs flexible and powerful. His pupils were sharp like an eagle’s.

“Roy, I’ll block the first wave, and you aim for his vitals with a full-force slash! Everyone else, flank and harass!” Aro instantly made a judgment and spoke to Elder Roy who was beside him.

“Got it!” Roy squinted.

This emergency plan was simple, but the roles were clear, and it was feasible. Aro was the only one among the five who could exchange a few punches with Casio, while Roy, armed with a sharp weapon, had the highest burst and attack power.

To defeat Casio, they would have to rely on these two.

“Charge!” Aro yelled out, and the five rushed out together.

Directly opposite, a figure was already crushing everything in its path like a tank. The cold eyes stared at Aro, and from a distance, a brutal, violent, and strong aura charged straight at them.

It was like the gaping maw of a giant beast, roaring.

Casio strode forward like a meteor, leaving deep footprints on the marble ground with every step. He could feel the calculations of the opposite side, but he didn’t care. The surging power filled his fists, and dared anyone to experience it.

Bang!

For the final acceleration, he crushed the thick bricks under his step.

Casio’s massive body squeezed the air and forcibly punched a way through. His eyes seemed to harbor flickering flames as he looked down on his opponent. Facing the incoming Aro, he struck out with a punch!

Bang!!!

A burst of sound and air exploded together, Elder Aro, now transformed into a muscular man of a meter and ninety, shook. His coat burst open in an instant, ripped into pieces by the surging power.

The next second, he was sent flying, trailing a straight line in midair. Parallel to the ground, he flew out like a missile, crashing through the door with a bang.

Block the first wave of attacks? You can’t even block the first punch!

“Red Wrist Fist, Scarlet Ring!”

“Void Sun Fist Seal, Phantom Demon Palm!”

“Heart Tiger Sect, Biting Claw!!!”

From both sides, the three fighter elders of East Nine Gate launched their attacks. They were casting their respective school’s combat secret techniques as soon as they made their move.

They made their moves before Aro was sent flying. Unexpectedly, Casio’s final acceleration was too fast. He directly punched Aro and sent him flying before the attack of the three could arrive. They were a step too slow.

The elder with the Red Wrist Fist leaped, and more than half of his forearm turned reddish-brown, especially the fists which were such a deep red they looked like they might start bleeding. The middle-aged man of the Void Sun Sect was even faster, his outstretched palm forming a blurry group of overlapping shadows.