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Chapter 681 - 681 361 Demon Image Secret Martial Art Qi

Chapter 681: 361 Demon Image Secret Martial Art Qi Chapter Upgrade (4100)_1 Chapter 681: 361 Demon Image Secret Martial Art Qi Chapter Upgrade (4100)_1 On the other side, the Black Spade ‘A’ organization stormed in.

Bang!

A silhouette flew out of the darkness, shattering the iron streetlight with a crash that rang through the still air.

A grievously wounded Dead Blood rolled three times on the ground, unveiling a battered chest marked by a bloodied fistprint on the fabric.

This was clearly the explosive result of the Demon Blood Combat Technique. The strapping male member of the Black Spade ‘A’ organization had nearly pierced through the Heart’s cover of the Dead Blood with one strike of doubled power!

This defensive cover, safeguarding the crucial heart, is extremely robust. Even a gunshot couldn’t penetrate it.

Use this as a comparison, you can imagine the power of this punch.

If it was a normal human, it would be just like bursting a water-filled balloon, probably piercing straight through it.

That Dead Blood could withstand it is a testament to its robust defense. Of course, it was also due to the relatively short amount of time the member of the Black Spade ‘A’ organization had spent cultivating the Demon Blood Combat Technique, most of them are still in the first stage.

Only some of the senior-level can reach the second stage.

Given another three or four months of practice for the Black Spade ‘A’ organization, it’s likely that each member would possess the power to tear the Dead Blood apart with their physical strength. The early progress of the Demon Blood Combat Technique is just that fast. Compared to the extreme efficiency of gaining power in a short time, its drawbacks and intense side effects don’t seem so prominent. Moreover, the potential for further development of the Demon Blood Combat Technique isn’t exhausted. Casio plans to extrapolate it to a secret martial art.

Thud… thud… thud! Thud… thud… thud!

On the edge of the dimly lit street, two muscle-bound men assumed combat stances in sync and hurled fast and fierce punches forward. They treated the Dead Blood before them as a punching bag, relentlessly hammering its physical body with thunderous blows.

This member of the Blood Spirit Association had his arms specifically targeted, twisted and broken at the joints with chunks of bone dripping blood.

Dead Blood’s death-defying healing required some time, even if it was just a brief intermission of a few seconds, an opportunity was seized. Two musclebound men, one landed a whip kick with the other delivering a powerful follow-up kick.

A silhouette was kicked abruptly to the ground with a thud.

The two from the Black Spade ‘A’ organization immediately swarmed in, brutally stepping on the opponent’s shoulders. Giant black shotguns were produced once again from behind their back, one pointed at the heart position and the other shoved above the groaning eyes. With no hesitation, the triggers were pulled twice!

The crazed struggle of the Blood Spirit Association member was held down until completely immobilized, unable to break free from the two strong legs.

His just-recovered arm grabbed a few patches of the combat uniform fabric showing the sturdy muscle as well as the black leg hair dense enough to knit a set of trousers.

“Damn, they won’t go peacefully, these damn pests.”

“Wasted a good pair of combat pants on me, shit!”

One member of the Black Spade ‘A’ organization kicked the Dead Blood’s corpse, holding a large shotgun, cursing and swearing as he charged off.

Five minutes later, the Golden Coral Club, Central Square.

This hunting operation ended with a total of twenty-one Dead Bloods of the Blood Spirit Association ruthlessly killed. The corpses were dragged to the square, with the central unit of Dead Blood securely trapped within.

Long, narrow traces of fresh blood stretched across the greyish-white surface of the floor, bathing in the dim yellow lamplight. It looked like a messy doodle of bloody lines, akin to a giant spider’s web.

In a corner of the square, ten burly men stood in a line in front of a group of corpses. They had some rips in their combat uniforms, barely revealing their toned muscles beneath the dim light.

The occasional wound only served to enhance their fierce, bloody charm.

Not a single member of the Black Spade ‘A’ organization present had sustained serious injuries. It was initially a calculated surprise attack. Two were taken down straightaway and the Shadow Demon puppet squad charged in first to draw fire. This made the fight much safer for them.

This operation sparked a novelty excitement amongst the members of the Black Spade ‘A’ organization. After all, it was their first encounter with man-eating, eerie creatures of darkness, which likely instilled a little fear and trepidation in some. However, these fears and doubts were swept away in the face of the real showdown just now. Regardless of how bizarre or monstrous they might be, weren’t they afraid of my fists empowered by the Demon Blood Combat Technique? Weren’t they afraid of the thick, hard, wild, and hot shotgun in my hand?

A gunshot through the heart, a gunshot that burst a head, those who should die, should die.

Frankly, from the beginning to the end of the operation, the performance of the Dead Blood was somewhat disappointing for the Black Spade ‘A’ organization. It was their shadowy Invisible Man who caused a spooky danger feeling.

For instance, now, a line of burly men from the Black Spade ‘A’ organization silently watched the opposite side. Ten slender black shadows were semi-squatting amid the pile of corpses. Beneath their twisted, bloody claws, seemed to be a large mouth packed with tusks, gnawing at the surface of the corpses, making sounds like slurping jelly.

It later turned into a gurgling sound as if someone was drinking water through a straw.

The burly men from the Black Spade ‘A’ organization twitched their eyelids, feeling like these skinny black shadows were actually sucking brains out of the corpses. The atmosphere gradually became more dangerous, giving off an extremely fierce vibe.

This was actually the sound of the Black Demon’s Hand spinning at high speeds.

Normally, it wouldn’t be like this. When we extract vitality from livestock, the Black Demon Vortex in our palms only makes a slight hissing sound similar to fabric friction. Now, the Black Demon Vortex was making a sound louder than normal human conversation. This is undoubtedly due to the vitality concentration of the corpses being significantly higher than livestock.