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Chapter 673 - 673 357 is even worse than killing me (4100)_2

Chapter 673: 357 is even worse than killing me (4100)_2 Chapter 673: 357 is even worse than killing me (4100)_2 The Elder of the Heart Tiger Sect leaped like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey in a mountain stream, his clawed hands rapidly ripping through the air.

Three attacks, three secret techniques, three styles of boxing.

From different angles, left and right, they simultaneously blasted onto Casio.

Thump! Bang! Sizzle!

Fists, palm prints, and claw shadows all hit that robust body. The formidable spirit and powerful force they carried also brutally poured in, bringing a terrifying momentum that threatened to tear him to pieces.

In response, the iron tower-like sturdy body staggered forward four or five steps, each step crushing the hard floor tiles beneath him. Casio turned around, only to see the three of them charging towards him again.

His face wore an expression of slight annoyance.

These three people, while their attacks didn’t hurt him much, were like flies buzzing around him, rather annoying.

Whoosh!

The Elder of the Heart Tiger Sect suddenly appeared next to Casio, his arm spread out, his claws pressing against Casio’s shoulders and elbows, seemingly trying to apply joint techniques!

The Heart Tiger Sect wasn’t always an Eastern native faction, but rather came from overseas, migrating to the Hong Li Federation a hundred years ago. This made their techniques completely different from those of the Eastern Secret Martial Arts World, creating an entirely unique set of skills. Especially their joint grip skills, extraordinarily fierce. If given the opportunity, they could even overcome stronger opponents and disable them completely. It’s a fairly powerful school.

The man’s hands, acting like a strangling cord, directly locked Casio’s two joint locations, constructing a simple scaffold with his own hand bones. This increased his power, like a lever’s principle.

“Quickly attack his right side! His left arm is held by me…”

The Elder of the Heart Tiger Sect suddenly exerted his strength, his arms twisted like chains. The bursting strength was so resilient, it could crush steel. However, he found himself locked and Casio’s left arm stood firm, unmoved.

Exerting strength again, to no avail. Once more, snap!

This time it was useful, only it wasn’t Casio’s bones that broke, but the Elder of the Heart Tiger Sect’s. Because of overexertion, his right arm fractured, hurt by his own joint technique.

“Hey, are you here to give me a massage?”

A deep rumbling voice came from above, and Casio ward off the two elders of the Void Sun Sect and Red Wrist Fist single-handedly, as if he was free to act now. He glanced at the Elder of the Heart Tiger Sect who tried to use a joint technique on him with a mocking expression.

He wasn’t afraid of the man’s joint techniques, because their arm strength couldn’t compare to his. Casio’s arm was now thicker than a regular person’s thigh.

A muscle density five times that of a normal fighter!

What does that mean? The bones of a normal fighter might not be as hard as Casio’s muscles. His whole arm at the moment was like a solid alloy leg bone. Did the Elder of the Heart Tiger Sect really think his small arms and small legs could compete with his using joint techniques? That was simply courting death!

Since the opponent rushed in, Casio naturally had a somewhat ferocious smile. He grabbed the man’s arms backhandedly and brutally exerted strength in his horrified eyes. The two darkish arms were brutally snipped off like steel columns, turning the Elder of the Heart Tiger Sect’s arms into blood red twisted doughnuts.

Zing!

Suddenly, a sword light flashed from behind, finding the most appropriate opportunity to cut towards the back of Casio’s neck.

The Elder of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship finally made his move, he had been accumulating his strength and waiting for the right moment until now. His spirit burned furiously, concentrated into a single point, then burst forth like a compressed bomb, pouring into this single sword stroke.

“The only chance!”

The airborne sword master vigorously swung his longsword.

Clang!!!!!!!!!!

The massive fist came across like a meteor, just as a swinging hammer, delivering an irresistible force that slammed into the sword.

The Elder of Soul-Losing Swordmanship felt his head buzz, blood splattering from his hand, from his arms to his shoulders-numb and in pain. For a moment he couldn’t grip the longsword in his hand, which was casually seized by the enemy.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in astonishment, staggering back. Looking up, he found Casio holding his beloved cross longsword of over twenty years, wearing a twisted smile. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! The continuous metal beating sounds echoed, as if this place was a blacksmith’s shop. The Elder of Soul-Losing Swordmanship watched helplessly as Casio treated his fist as a hammer, repeatedly pounding the cross longsword until it bent from the tip.

The tough alloy sword curled up, finally turning into a spring sword with only the hilt intact. This scene happened ten meters away. The elder of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship was numb and powerless, watching hopelessly as Casio dishonored his beloved sword in such a nefarious manner! It was more agonizing than killing him!

Ding!

The wrecked Cross Sword was casually thrown to the ground by Casio.

The elder from the Soul-Losing Swordmanship’s eyes were as red as a ghost, his heavy breaths like a panting cow. The look he gave Casio was as if Casio had killed his wife. No, even more serious.

“You actually destroyed the slashing sword that has accompanied me for twenty years!”

“I will kill you and tear you to pieces!”

He charged forward like a madman. As a master of the sword, he had no sword in his hand and still charged towards Casio. As expected, he was kicked away by Casio.

After kicking him, Casio shook his head and reviewed.

“You’re too unstable and impulsive. This accompanying sword is only twenty years old and you went crazy. I know another guy whose accompanying sword has been with him for three to four decades and it’s a special battle secret treasure. He didn’t go crazy when I took it. It is the gap in your realms.”

Yes, even the demon did not go so far when someone took the great beauty that had accompanied them for half a lifetime. You can’t stand having your little family jade, which is barely above average, taken away after just twenty years?

No wonder others are top fighters and you’re just a veteran. You’re far behind in terms of tolerance and capacity. That’s how Casio thinks. But in fact, the demon was almost spitting up blood in anger. He was just too shocked and surprised at the time, and the next second he was teleported away. That’s why he didn’t go insane in front of Casio and show his ugly side.

“Retreat!”

Taking advantage of Casio dealing with the elder of the Soul-Losing Swordmanship, the old man of the Red Wrist Fist and the middle-aged man of the Void Sun Sect had already fled in a wild run, wanting to escape. The gap was too big, big enough to make resistance almost impossible.

Two silhouettes flew past quickly, crossing half of the hall in an instant. They wanted to leave from the back door of the Black Pupil Building. Casio was at the front door. They could never make it past him.

Swish!

A figure suddenly appeared in the path ahead.

It was Simonyi, who had been watching the battle for a long time. He burst out of the shadows, trying to prevent the two from leaving. Because the old man of the Red Wrist Fist was closer, Simonyi attacked him first.

The old man cursed under his breath, tried to rapidly increase his strength, and fend off Simonyi. Although he had been severely injured by the Echo Strength, his power was still in serious decline.

After a few exchanges, he was actually caught by Simonyi.

On the other side, the middle-aged man of the Void Sun Sect decisively abandoned his teammate.

After all, he and the old man of the Red Wrist Fist had some disputes. They only teamed up to fight because they were pressured by a strong enemy.

Now escaping, of course, it’s every man for himself when disaster strikes.

With a contraction and relaxation of the powerful leg muscles, the middle-aged man rushed out, turning into an afterimage heading for the back door of the building.

He didn’t feel anyone chasing him from behind and was overjoyed.

The next second, with a bang, the middle-aged man’s face hit a thick and hard wall, almost breaking his nose. He looked up in stars, it was not a wall, but the robust chest muscles of Casio.

With his back to the sun, he stood at the back door, his wild and tumbling blond hair framing his handsome and deep face, exuding a lion-like aura. The sun shone obliquely on his shoulders.

“Get back!”

A kick was delivered, and the middle-aged man’s abdomen was hit. He was kicked up into the air like a cloud, his spine arching up like a lobster, forming a less than sign bent at the break.

Whizz! Bang bang bang… Whoosh~

The man knocked down a bunch of things in a row, including the barricade seats in the audience. Finally, he hung on the metal net of the second arena, limbless like a boneless body, his limbs hanging down limply.

He rocked back and forth, as if he was swinging in a swing.