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Chapter 747 - 747 392 Actual Strength (4000) _2

Chapter 747: 392 Actual Strength (4000) _2 Chapter 747: 392 Actual Strength (4000) _2 “Really?” Krogg narrowed his eyes, suddenly smiled, “How about I become your master then? I just happen to have never had a disciple…”

Krogg was not joking, his tone was quite serious. He was genuinely moved. The moment Krogg first saw Casio, he felt that he had come across a real talent. It was a keen intuition of the strong, which told Krogg: Casio was no ordinary person, and could even be described as mysterious.

Casio shook his head with a smile, “I think it’s more likely that I’d be your teacher rather than the other way around…”

Losing his temper, Krogg only found this young man quite interesting. He no longer delayed and similarly took a step forward.

“Come on, attack me. I’ll give you three moves.”

“Are you sure?” Casio looked calm as water.

“Heh, how about you give me three moves then?” Krogg ripped off the tie on his sleeve and tossed it aside. He felt more and more that Casio, like himself when he was young, was unapologetically arrogant, looking down on everyone else.

“Sure.” Casio nodded.

Krogg didn’t expect Casio to really accept, he subconsciously glanced at Hebu, not far away, and then muttered to himself with a laugh and a curse.

“Good lad, even more arrogant than I was when I was young!”

“Then stand firm, take this punch.”

As Krogg finished speaking, he shook his foot and his figure rushed forward. He rolled up his sleeve to his elbow, revealing a sturdy, muscular forearm. A black substance rapidly spread across the surface of the skin.

Giving Krogg’s entire arm a hard, metallic feel.

Boom!

Accelerating as he sprinted, his muscles springing into action, a straight punch pierced through the air ahead. Crossing a distance of over ten metres, it directly approached Casio’s chest.

“Five percent of my strength and speed, you should be able to handle that.”

Krogg thought to himself, his hands not stopping for a moment. His arm swung back hard, suddenly drawing a white arc in the air.

“Hmm? Still not going to attack?”

“If you don’t take a defensive stance, you’re going to get punched.”

“Is your reaction speed that slow?”

In Krogg’s somewhat surprised gaze, his punch ended up hitting Casio’s completely defenseless chest. There was a muffled ‘thud’ in the air, and the fabric on Casio’s hunter attire burst apart on both the front and back, turning into two holes.

“What the hell? Is it over?” Iron-face Jim was taken aback.

The war blade Kames frowned slightly, clearly seeing that Casio didn’t make any defensive posture, it seemed like he hadn’t reacted in time and got hit.

“This…” Wind Whispering Eileen looked at Hebu with a strange look.

However, Hebu just shook his head.

On the arena, under the golden ring-shaped sunlight area.

Krogg withdrew his fist and looked at Casio, “So when you said I could have three moves, you meant standing still without any defense…”

“Hahaha, it seems you really underestimate me.”

“Meteorite Punch!”

He spread his arms, and his clothes were directly stretched open, revealing the sturdy muscles underneath, not at all like an elderly man. At Krogg’s chest position, a clump of black liquid the size of a heart was wriggling slightly.

The next second, the liquid gushed out, about half of it. They ran under the epidermis, forming a tree-fork pattern of black metal tattoos in the gaps between the muscles of the arm. This gave off an irresistible sense of power.

“This punch, with all my strength, take it!!!”

Krogg took an arrow step forward, his body turning and swaying, his powerful back muscles fully extended. The entire arm and fist crossed a 180-degree fan-shaped contour, and the black and white swinging fist blew up the air in an instant.

Boom!!

This punch once again accurately hit the center of Casio’s chest!

The upper half of the hunter outfit completely burst, turning into cloth fragments the size of a fingernail that fell. The expected flying out did not happen in Krogg’s imagination. The youth opposite was still motionless, as if his feet were deeply rooted in the ground. This full-strength Meteorite Punch was actually blocked by him, and the surging power was swallowed up without a trace.

The sun was shining brightly, illuminating golden lines onto Casio’s bare upper body from various directions. Strong! Robust! Perfect! Every muscle group was ideally bulging and every contour line appeared exactly where it should. It was like a sculpture crafted meticulously by a world-renowned sculptor, representing the city wall and the towering tower of the classical realm. Underneath this body, each cell was overflowing with life force.

Krogg remembered his prime time, when he was at his strongest. Compared to the man in front of him, he felt a notch behind. No!

A few notches behind.

Seeing the composed and indifferent look in Casio’s eyes, he suddenly laughed.

“Ha ha, you’re worthy enough, I’ll give you three moves!”

With a fleeting shadow, all the black liquid in Krogg’s chest erupted, dyeing his entire right arm a deep black.

Even further, the black material, resembling metal, extended out, using his entire arm as a skeleton, and instantly solidified into a gigantic slaughter knife in the air.

An oppressively dangerous aura spread out like a wave.

“Does my slaughter knife make you step back even one step, Bai Kui!”

There was a glimmer of excitement in Krogg’s eyes, the blood in his old veins, which was almost extinguished, burned again. Unconsciously, Krogg resorted to his signature technique, the Slaughter Knife. He had once single-handedly battled two Hazard Spirits in Dawn Valley and won.

He slaughtered one and captured one, showing the power of this technique.

Whoosh!

The slaughter knife slashed through the air ahead, like lightning. The residual shadows formed a wall, as if a jet-black wall was forged in the air.

The black wall heavily chopped down, splitting the circular light into two.

Boom!

Boom!!!

Two explosions, one light and one heavy, burst apart one after the other.

A gale screamed, sweeping across the entire fighting field. A grand figure flew backward, like a shooting star, leaving behind a long trace.

With a trail of black fragments, it headed straight for the quartet of old hunters observing the fight from the sidelines. With slight deviation, it crashed into the wooden enclosure wall next to them. With a bang, a human-size hole appeared instantaneously, causing the entire wall to tremble fiercely, while wood chips fell like rain.

“Damn, Krogg’s been pushed to fight seriously, he even brought out his Slaughter Knife!” Iron-face Jim said with his mouth wide open, his eyes full of excitement.

Too bad his mask was blocking his face, making his facial expression undecipherable.

“I hope that kid’s okay, getting hit by the Slaughter Knife is no joke!” Wind Whispering Eileen said, pointing towards the hole nearby.

The whole wall on this side had fissured, stretching all the way to the main beams. The hole looked like it was blown out by a shell.

“I don’t know if he’s okay, but I know that the person in the hole is not him.” War Blade Kames spoke up, his voice as always was raspy.

“If the person who flew out wasn’t him, then who was it…” Ilian was instantly stumped.

She followed Hebu’s pointed direction, where stood the arena.

In the center, under the circular sunlight, a strong figure slowly turned around. It was Casio! There was a huge black Slaughter Knife stuck in his shoulder, looking like it could sever his entire arm. Unexpectedly, Casio reached out, pulled out the knife, and tossed it away lightly.

The Slaughter Knife drew an arc in the air spanning dozens of meters before plunging into the ground.

Obviously, at the blade’s edge, there was a deep shoulder-shaped indentation. The Slaughter Knife had struck, but it did not penetrate! In fact, it wasn’t even as hard as the opponent, creating a massive gash instead.

The four old hunters fell silent. They quickly turned their heads to look at the hole in the wall. A coughing sound came from behind. A sagging old face appeared in everyone’s eyes. Five seconds later, Krogg, whose clothes were ragged down to a pair of shorts, limped into the dojo.

Looking heartbroken, he gently stroked the severely damaged black Slaughter Knife on the ground.

“Gem, come on, weren’t you saying you wanted to try earlier?”

t was unusual for the usually serious Kames to be teasing Iron-face Jim.

“Ahem… ahem…”

Gem coughed a few times, barely moving his lips.

“Forget it, I suddenly remembered that I’m still injured. I trained too hard recently, my old bones can’t take it anymore…”