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Chapter 690 - 690 365 Fifth Retrospection (4000) _2

Chapter 690: 365 Fifth Retrospection (4000) _2 Chapter 690: 365 Fifth Retrospection (4000) _2 Even two against one, they were no match for Casio.

Two veteran fighters, challenging a double-topped fighter? How dare they?! Not long ago, Casio fought five opponents single-handedly, defeating three ordinary fighters and two veteran fighters. The two from the Blood Spirit Association pose no threat!

Since they pose no threat to Casio, it is now their turn to feel threatened by him. What goes around comes around, reciprocate pleasantry for pleasantry.

Casio travelled from afar, a meeting is as good as fate. Without taking anything valuable from the relic, he decided to take these two lives again. After all, seeing once brutally defeated opponents jump around in front of one’s eyes tends to soil the view. Casio is a bit of a clean freak.

“Crunch, crunch, crunch…”

The sound of moving rubble came from beneath the tunnel.

“Since you’ve come back from the dead, let me send you off again!”

Casio stood in place, suddenly took a deep breath, his muscular chest bulged, and his body bent backward as if storing energy.

Between his mouth and nose, the airflow had already formed visible white streaks, disappearing into the air as invisible whirls.

“South Dipper Red Vulture Fist!”

He leaped up swiftly and charged toward the dark tunnel, like a fast-moving meteorite, the friction with the air causing an exaggerated sound. Vaguely, the blood-colored Qi Shaping behind Casio could be seen, forming a ferocious red vulture.

Fists with spiny wings spread wide, the bird of prey soared and dived.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the depths of the earth, the sound of intense combat soon got conveyed, its echo resembling an earthquake, the grass shaking crazily.

Occasionally, cracks would spread across the ground.

In the sky, Pilot Marven was gliding closer and closer. At this moment he was less than fifty meters from the ground. Coincidentally, the escape parachute had brought him within the circular range.

Therefore, Marven could clearly hear and feel the movements beneath the ground. Each thud echoed as if a giant, imprisoned below, bit a fist as large as a knoll, thumping the earth.

His eyelids twitched, and he managed to see a plume of dust rolling out of the dark pit, wave after wave, like a fountain. Radiating cracks sprung from the center of the hole, spreading across dozens of meters, showing signs of destruction yet carried a hint of strangeness.

“Is the evil god summoned by the ceremony at the bottom of the pit?”

Marven quickly thought.

Suddenly, a black object flew out from the hole, like a javelin shooting straight up into the sky, its speed extremely fast. It slowed down at forty meters and then it fell back from fifty meters.

Marven dumbly floated in mid-air, as he just saw what was flying up. It was a severed human head!

A jagged cross-section, a face filled with astonishment and fear, a head brutally twisted off by brute force!

He had even made eye contact with those terrified, dead eyes.

It was a fleeting glance, indeed a lingering one.

What a thrill! So thrill! Facing death, Marven was no longer afraid. He already knew his end. He was allowed to see some bizarre scenes before death.

Worth it.

Splat.

Marven landed on the ground, tumbled a few times. He managed to extricate himself from the parachute. His eyes turned and focused on the hole ten meters away.

Swallowing, Marven was about to walk over to investigate.

However, a sudden sound of scrambling came from inside, as if a beast was frantically running on the rock wall with its sharp claws.

Whoosh!

A tall, robust figure shot out.

Standing at the edge of the hole, covered in blood, he held in his left hand a head that cracked and dripped a thick scarlet fluid.

The figure slowly turned his body, taking one step after another, the sound of his footsteps seeming to stomp on Marven’s heart.

His breath hitched, his supposed readiness to face death was nowhere to be seen. Fear gripped Marven anew, his body hairs inching up. This was an innate response of the human body, it had nothing to do with strength of will, or preparedness to face death.

Seeing this cold blond man, his human body felt fear, and every cell exuded anxiety.

“You… you… just kill me…”

Marven’s teeth chattered, barely managing to utter a few words. He meant to add the word monster, but the pressure from the other party was too strong.

“Clack, clack, clack…”

The towering figure slowly moved to within half a meter in front of Marven.

He raised his hand, wiping the blood off his face.

“What nonsense are you talking about? As humans, how can we be so brutal to each other? Can’t you see I’m actually a good person?”

His voice was low, yet it carried a note of undeniable certainty.

“Huh?”

Marven just had time to express his confusion before he blacked out. He had managed to hold on for about ten seconds in the aftermath of Casio’s battle, which was quite remarkable given he was an ordinary human.

“Hmph.”

Casio snorted coldly, not bothering with Marven who had fainted on the ground. Instead, he stepped forward, picking up a skull that was lying at some distance. He held the skull in both hands and walked off into the distance across the prairie.

Time flashed by. Three days passed, 29th of October.

In a leisurely white manor by the lake, Casio stood on the half-moon-shaped balcony on the third floor, gazing at the shimmering blue-green lake in the distance. In the upper right of his field of view, the cultivation stat bar.

‘Demon Idol Secret Martial Art: Qi Chapter 60% (Third level)’

After absorbing the vibration energy of two indestructible lives — Dino and Lian — Casio’s martial art progress increased by about 4%.

His Qi had improved and was even more robust and vigorous.

While moving or resting, his pores opened and closed. It seemed as if an invisible Qi circulated around his body surface, like a thin layer of smoke, either seeping out or slowly being absorbed—this was a characteristic of Qi reaching a certain level.

The calamity on the 26th could be described as a blessing in disguise. The plane crash exploded two indestructible Dead Bloods, which gave Casio a bargain. He got a 4% progress in his martial art cultivation for free.

In this light, not all side effects of the Devil’s Book were harmful. Under certain circumstances, it even had miraculous effects.

He decided not to tear this book yet but to study it further.

Yes, he needed to be more careful the next time he used it…

A breeze, carrying the dampness of the water, brushed against Casio’s face. He glanced at the sun barely visible through the white clouds and the water bird circling over the lake. He sat down on the sofa, turning back.

He drew a soft breath and picked up a mask from the table next to him. There was still no significant development regarding the Legendary Firearms, so this retrospection was bound to revolve around the Dark Hunt Mask.

For the fifth retrospection, Casio had enough Obsession Energy.

‘Obsession Energy: 35.4 → 49.6’

14.2 units were added over a period of time. His total Obsession Energy was about to break past fifty barriers, enough for many retrospections.

This was the benefit of building forces. Casio didn’t need to exert himself. Subordinates delivered resources to him.

This could save a lot of time.

When the time was right, he didn’t hesitate anymore. He slowly put on the mask on his face and activated the Retrospective Ability at the same time!

The blood soaked through, and a numbingly cold aura emerged.

Casio’s body froze, and everything around seemed to be frozen like insects trapped in amber. The white bird circling in the distance was frozen mid-flight, its spread wings full of dynamic tension.

“Fifth World Retrospection, here I come…”

Boom! Bang!

It felt like a giant hammer hit the back of Casio’s head. His skull throbbed with pain.

The world before his eyes spun and shattered. When his senses and awareness came back, he had unknowingly changed locations.

Lying flat on a white bed shrouded in bright sunlight.

The reclined young man woke up, rapidly opening his eyes, revealing a pair of deep, cold ones. A strange color suddenly flashed in his blue-black pupils.

The young man closed his eyes for a moment to sense his surroundings, then opened them again. He turned his head in puzzlement and murmured to himself.

“Why did this retrospection bring the Qi along with it as well!”