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Chapter 761 - 761 399 Biggest Dark Horse (4000)_1

Chapter 761: 399 Biggest Dark Horse (4000)_1 Chapter 761: 399 Biggest Dark Horse (4000)_1 Baro’s pupils contracted. His right hand trembled slightly, almost spilling the water from the cup. He looked at the mass of rotten flesh in the travel case, then again at the expressionless Casio. He suddenly felt that he seemed to be losing touch with the younger generation of hunters. This was too cruel! To hammer a dark creature into the size of a travel case, and then bring it to another for identification.

This brutal method seemed even more savage than the dark being itself.

At the very least, the head inside the case had lost the gleam in its eyes.

It was covered in a layer of gray, as if it had suffered a spiritual collapse.

And yet, with Baro’s keen eye as a Dark Gold Level hunter, he was sure the dark being inside the case wasn’t just any ordinary creature, it’d have to have been dangerous.

The young man brutally subdued it, savagely stuffing it into a case. His strength was undoubtedly beyond the Black Copper Badge rank that his chest indicated. Baro’s thoughts raced, finally nodding his head, saying: “Put that lump on the ground. Spread it out a bit, it’s mushed together, I can’t see its distinctive features clearly.” Saying this, in his heart, he was already mostly certain the creature was not a ghoul. Baro wanted to see which exotic species Casio had caught.

With a rustling sound, the wooden travel case opened up. Casio took out the Lizardman, which was still dripping with green blood, and laid it on the surface of the case. A strong, putrid smell filled the room, covering almost everything.

Baro moved closer to the foot of the bed, squinting to examine the creature’s features. Seeing this, Casio lightly applied his palm to the Lizardman’s body, removing its Deathfang Power. Immediately, the fleshy tumor wriggled and grew, the creature’s undead nature kicking back into action. The pile of rotten flesh gradually lengthened into something the size of a young human.

The creature’s lower half still hadn’t grown back, only leaving behind a misshapen upper body.

“Green skin, scales, a lizard-like head…”

Baro had some impressions, and immediately said: “Hunter Bai Kui, this creature is not a ghoul, but likely an invisible assassin. It has been active in the commercial and residential areas of Florence over the past two months. It likes to linger at the crime scene after committing a crime, using its ability to hide its aura and shape to launch surprise attacks. It has killed two White Luminance Level hunters, it is an A-grade danger…”

His tone paused slightly, ignoring the stench of blood in the air, and continued: “The ghoul is about two meters tall, its entire body is covered with a shark-like grey, smooth skin, and its entire back has densely packed bone spines connected to its tail. The ghoul’s mouth is huge; two-thirds of its head is just mouth, which results in its eyes being exceedingly narrow…”

After Baro finished speaking, he looked again at the Lizardman. Its legs had already grown past the knees, the red flesh buds and white bones entwined.

It had a sinister and nauseating bizarre sense of vitality.

“So, it wasn’t a ghoul, hmm… Seems like I was deceived…”

While Casio spoke in an indifferent tone, his hand resting on the Lizardman’s head was as crimson as blood. The Deathfang Power raced out, spreading all over in a way that resembled a spider’s web covering its entire body.

With a loud bang, half of the Lizardman’s body exploded into a concise and clean mist of blood. There were no impurities, all were turned into dust. A gust of cold wind blew in from the window, blowing all of the mist away. Casio was only left with a lizard’s head, its expression twisted, its mouth wide open, silently screaming. Apparently, a mental collapse did not mean it wouldn’t feel physical pain.

He casually threw the head into the travel case like it was just garbage.

Casio picked up the case, heading towards the door while saying: “Sorry to have interrupted your rest, Hunter Baro. I wish you a speedy recovery.”

“Ah…”

Baro stretched out his right hand, intending to say something, but the door was banged shut. He was a bit lost. Wasn’t I supposed to provide him with detailed intelligence? Why did he leave after hearing the description of a ghoul? Didn’t he need to know about its abilities or power levels?

At last, he just shook his head on his patient bed, leaning back.

He let out a long sigh.

“The younger generation nowadays sure are brave, ruthless and confident.”

“Speaking of which, this invisible hunter is no pushover. The fact that Bai Kui was able to hunt it so easily means there could be unexpected changes in the fight for the Shadow Hunter’s seat. It remains to be seen how the three forces will deal with this black horse…” Baro’s eyes flashed with interest as he muttered to himself.

Five minutes later, outside the sanatorium, underneath the scorching and blinding sun.

Casio was slightly disappointed. He originally thought that he was in luck today, but it turned out to be a fake ghoul. The centrally named invisible killer had experienced a mental breakdown and was worthless. He would leave it to the Dark Hunt Organization Headquarters to handle.

He turned slightly, heading towards the Dark Hunt Organization Headquarters.

Elsewhere, in the city of Florence, the other three Dark Gold Level hunters were also in action. They, like Casio, were obtaining detailed information and investigating the crime scene. Some of them were progressing slowly, while others were moving quickly.

Like Solomon of the Thorns, for instance.

The Sinful Thorn Technique that he cultivated had the effect of tracking aura. As long as Solomon used the Thorns to feel the residual traces of energy at the crime scene, he would be alerted the next time that specific energy aura appeared. He had just stepped out of a building on the streets, this keen-eyed young man with black hair.

His black pupils were deep, his eyebrows sharp. His facial features were delicate, yet there was a distinct sense of brooding coldness about him. One glance and you could tell that he was a ruthless, reticent character. His hunter uniform clung to his form, his hands covered with fingerless gloves, made from black leather.