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Chapter 775 - 775 405 Measure (4100)_2

Chapter 775: 405 Measure (4100)_2 Chapter 775: 405 Measure (4100)_2 The wails echoed endlessly, as though men, women, elderly and children were all crying out in unison. It created a terrifying and spine-chilling feeling of dread.

The Ghost Iron Knight felt a shiver in his heart, yet Casio boldly went ahead. Seeing Casio’s decisive demeanor, both men inexplicably gained confidence.

They hastened to follow him, entering the depths of Wailing Valley.

At first, it looked like any ordinary valley; the ground was littered with bizarre rocks, pebbles, and overgrown weeds. On the sides were the cliffs of ashen mountains, unusually steep, with indiscernible moss occasionally attached. As they went deeper, the cliffs around them gradually began to show bizarre changes. There were black lines on the stone surface, appearing and disappearing like patterns, wriggling like parasites underneath.

The color of the stone surface also took on a semi-translucent quality, akin to jade. Casio glanced over it and quickened his pace.

He had probably walked about two to three hundred meters into the valley.

He suddenly stopped, his gaze sharpened towards the position of the cliffs.

Caves, countless black caves, sprawled over both mountain sides like a wasp nest. Inside these caves, humanoid figures appeared and disappeared. Their poses varied widely, resembling statuesque puppets.

Wraiths, they were all wraiths. All the souls of fighters in the Pale Land for thousands of years would gather here to rest and recuperate.

“Good!”

A word popped out of Casio’s mouth, his cold expression changed, and his eyes revealed a touch of excitement. Secret Martial Artists found joy in combat with heaven, earth, and people. But in Casio’s view, the most enjoyable battle is a duel with a high-ranking fighter – a life and death sparring of skills!

A genuine aspiring Secret Martial Artist must have a strong will. Regardless of frenzy, dominance, or even arrogance, they would never admit defeat. Sweeping through all the competing talents and challenging the older generation often led to rapid progression to becoming a Fighter.

For instance, this was the credo of The Eastern Three Stars and others like them.

Although Qi is an independent force, it is influenced by spiritual will. The higher and more confident the spiritual will, the greater the aspiration, and the broader the ambition. The stronger one’s Qi is, the more powerful they are, and they can even break through their own limits. In addition, the richer a person’s experience, the stronger their Qi. This experience is primarily composed of battles between life and death.

How does a Fighter hone their skills? It is nothing more than giving it their all, fighting a strong enemy, and facing a mortal enemy. But in the real world, there aren’t many mortal enemies, most are friendly sparring matches. Even for a warmonger like Feng Liusi, the number of Fighters he has fought with all his might can be counted on ten fingers. After all, it’s unreasonable to expect people to fight life-and-death battles for no reason. In the same era, there were not many such martial lunatics in the Secret Martial Arts World.

However, now, Casio was presented with countless sparring partners.

From the ancient times to the end of the Hong Li Empire, all the Fighters and their special Secret Martial Arts, various strange combat moves, and experienced and fierce skills, he wanted to experience them all.

“Would you like to try?”

Casio glanced at the Ghost Man and The Iron Knight beside him. Seeing them shaking their heads and retreating to a safe distance, he turned back around.

He raised his palm and directly shattered the jade-like film on the surface of the nearest cave. Immediately, the standing humanoid inside was disturbed.

He blinked open his empty eyes, showing only a grayish hue. With a thud, the entire cave shook and the Wraith exploded out.

A burst of dust surged from the ground, as though a gray fog had risen. From within the fog, a silhouette suddenly darted out, its arms crossed and slightly open. At first glance, it was as if an eagle was majestically soaring in the sky.

“Raptor Fist! Just right!”

The light in Casio’s eyes flashed, and his whole body’s bones clicked into place, opening up like an umbrella. The muscles under his skin became twisted like steel cables, rising rapidly with his combat stance.

He stepped on the ground, and his entire shape disappeared from its place.

The Wraith and Casio were both incredibly fast, like two black rays converging together. In the midst of his mad rush, the Wraith hunched its upper body, and the muscles and bones at its back surged towards its right arm like a wave, swiping with a claw.

How could Casio possibly back down? Naturally, he stretched out his fingers, and his large knuckles and bulging veins popped up violently. He plunged into the air and took the Wraith’s blow head-on.

Bang!

The air rippled like a wave, and one could vaguely hear the two cries of raptors. Casio took a half-step back, while the Wraith, with the appearance of a middle-aged man, staggered back five or six steps. Each step hammered a deep pit into the ground.

But he squat slightly, lowering his center of gravity, and adjusted himself back in an instant. His hands were held diagonally in front of his chest, forming a misaligned cross. All ten fingers were in the shape of eagle claws, with curved knuckles, as if they were daggers.

He took a step and charged forward, with his hands swinging and gliding like the wings of a raptor. In a flicker, he had rapidly closed the distance to within three meters of Casio.

“What a fast move.”

Casio threw a punch without intending to dodge. It seemed that the wraith wanted to fight close quarters with quick moves, so he decided to go along with it.

Bang! Fist and claw clashed, followed by a series of sounds like firecrackers going off. Bang bang bang bang bang… Four arms moving rapidly in the air, both using the basic moves of their respective secret martial arts. However, the more basic the move, the more straightforward it is, and the more it comes down to foundation and combat experience.

Casio didn’t use his full strength with the Demon Idol Secret Martial Art, nor did he use his South Dipper Force. He only used the most basic moves to fight against his opponent, but still firmly controlled the situation. He showed absolute domination, with the wraith having to retreat whenever he advanced. The opponent would have to dodge when he launched his tricky moves. And all these reactions were compressed into a very short period of time.

So, at first glance, all one could see were two blurry silhouettes wildly exchanging blows. The ghost man and Iron Knight at a distance squinted their eyes and quietly retreated a bit more. This is the difference between the fighting style of a fighter and other systems — speed, strength, defense, and reaction are all indispensable.

Like high-speed moving human-shaped tanks.

A regular car would break apart not only from a main cannon shell hit, but even from a light bump. Although both the ghost man and the Iron Knight possess the fighting strength of a fighter, they wouldn’t want to confront this kind of tough opponent with almost no weaknesses. For instance, this wraith who uses Raptor Fist…

And this level fills the entire hundred-meter cliff face of Wailing Valley.

One could say that this is definitely the most dangerous area in the entire Pale Land! However, as mentioned in the task information, as long as the jade-like film outside these caves is not broken, the other wraiths will not swarm over.

One-on-one, it’s not too scary.

Squawk!!!

Just as he was thinking, a vicious bird shriek came from the nearby battlefield.

The ghost man looked up to see what looked like two giant birds entwined in mid-air, jockeying for supremacy. One was bloodthirsty, violent and ominous red, a ferocious bird of prey. The other one was entirely dark, weighty and ferocious, an Iron Feather Eagle. Both were nearly ten meters large, their wings spread out to block a large amount of light.

As though the sky over this area of the valley was completely black.

Boom!

The Iron Feather Eagle plunged, diving headfirst into the ground. The wraith’s kick slashed down like a battle axe, blasting a deep pit in the mud.

Swoosh!

The Blood Vulture Bird pushed its claws forward and cracked them onto the eagle’s chest. It was Casio’s flying knee strike, fiercely hitting the wraith’s chest. They both flew backwards for over ten meters, crashing heavily into the cliff.

It was as if the bloodthirsty vulture had glided forward, grabbing the Iron Feather Eagle with its claws and smashing it into the cliff. Boom! The ground fiercely shook, stones splintered, and a cloud of gray dust dispersed like fog.

The earth shook and the mountains moved, like a battle between gigantic beasts.

Casio extended his arms, forming a parallel line. The large muscles on his back bulged, and the contours of a terrifying face appeared.

His hands swiped fiercely, smashing the wraith’s head with a bang.

Mid-air, the beak of the Blood Vulture Bird was raised and fell, as if it pierced the skull of the Iron Feather Eagle like an arrow shot from a bow. And it gulped down something.

Casio released the corpse in his hands, a satisfied look on his face. He extended his right thumb and gently pressed it onto the skeletal chest.

“Pop…” “Pop…”

One after the other, two sounds like uncorking bottles were heard.

A shower of dark, dissolving Qi fell, shrouding Casio in mist.