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Chapter 805 - 805 420 breaking through (4100)

Chapter 805: 420 breaking through (4100) Chapter 805: 420 breaking through (4100) If Casio’s third-stage Deathfang Power could be compared to wood, then, without a doubt, his sixth-stage Deathfang Power was steel, even Fine Steel. This was because it marked the completion of the sixth stage, not just the entry into it. Undoubtedly, this was a gift from a South Dou Red Vulture Fist practitioner who had mastered the Saint Fist level, albeit remotely. No, considering the style of the Red Vulture Fist, this path wasn’t one of the Saint Fist but rather the unobstructed path of the Tyrant Fist.

According to Evil Mother’s description, in the Deep Space, or rather, a Calamity Source in the World of Calamities, there was a Tyrant Fist elder who practiced the South Dou Red Vulture Fist confronting the ultimate Dark Totem King. They mutually restricted each other’s movements, both locked at the source, for thousands of years.

Yangyan and Candle Soul’s dark creature transformation experiments required a magical item like a stone tablet. It could open a hole between the Deep World and the Surface World, allowing the purest dark guide from the Calamity Source to be released. However, evidently, something went wrong this time around; the Totem King had noticed the stone tablet. It utilized the hole to project its power into the Surface World, consequently releasing Evil Mother, who clearly had multiple schemes in mind.

Unfortunately, at that time, Casio was also present, and the newly arrived Evil Mother was no match for him. Hence, the Totem King transferred additional power, boosting Evil Mother’s strength. However, the Tyrant Fist elder was not to be underestimated; sensing the moment Casio practiced the South Dou Red Vulture Fist, he also transferred his power. A substantial amount of sixth-stage Deathfang Power was both a temporary combat power boost and a traditional offering, which was greatly beneficial to Casio.

It’s just unknown how the Tyrant Fist elder, who had split some of his power after confronting for a millennium, was holding up at the Calamity Source. After all, as Evil Mother explained, the Calamity Source was the main battlefield for dark creatures, and the Totem King had grown stronger over the centuries. Even though the vitality and force of the Tyrant Fist elder were perpetual and overwhelming like the sea, it inevitably has a day of exhaustion.

Thinking of this, Casio then recalled another existence of an ultimate dark entity, Umirah, the True Ancestor of Blood, the progenitor of all Blood Clan. Was it active, or was it still asleep? Or, like the Totem King, trapped by some existence, unable to escape for thousands of years?

With myriad thoughts in his mind, he took a deep breath, emptying his mind. All this was too far removed from Casio; his current goal was to fully elevate the level of the South Dou Boxing Method to break through to the Ultimate Fighter. Only in this way could he reach a higher realm, stepping closer to the Holy Fist Realm.

“Inhale… Exhale…”

There were whirlwinds wrapping around his nostrils, leaving two white streaks. Casio quickly entered the state, instantly assuming the stance of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist.

His arms crossed in front of his chest, his back straight, his scapulae stretched outward, his muscles subtly twitching and gathering. He resembled a fierce bird at rest with folded wings. Gradually, Casio felt a pain within him as a series of scorching sharp forces were released, like tiny, flame-seared blades. As it passed through his muscles and bones, it brought waves of pain.

This was partly because Casio’s body had long adapted to the force of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist and also due to his extremely robust physique. If it were an ordinary third-stage practitioner of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist, their insides would most likely have been blood-soaked by now. Hence, whether one could seize the opportunity depended on one’s prior accumulation. Without the necessary foundational conditions, even a pie falling from the sky couldn’t be caught. But now, Casio had quite smoothly caught it.

He could hear the crackling of his bones and joints, accompanied by a series of escalating water sounds, and his blood vessels throbbed with a painful, prickly sensation. The completed sixth-stage Deathfang Power was forcibly guided by Casio into the virtual meridian framework of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist. This process was not very friendly, feeling as though a thorny branch had been stuffed into fragile blood vessels.

Fortunately, Casio had long grown accustomed to enduring pain.

So aside from some distortion at his brow, his other facial features remained relatively unchanged. His body’s muscles were taut, bouncing like rebar. Soon, sweat trickled down his distinctly featured muscular contours, falling like a thread had been cut, quickly drenching his lower trousers.

“Swash… Sss…”

Suddenly, a sound like the friction of wires came from within the room, emitted by Casio’s body. His eyes tightly shut, he used the third-stage Deathfang Power to manipulate and accelerate the sixth-stage Deathfang Power through the virtual meridians. He aimed to use this sharp spear to pierce through multiple South Dou Red Vulture Fist acupoints in one go, like a train rapidly passing through several tunnels.

Casio’s arms were stable, giving off an unshakable impression of hardness.

Because he was wholly focused, massive Qi escaped from his pores, like steam from a boiler, flowing along the edges of his clothing and ears, rising above his head. It appeared as a turbulent column of mixed colors.

“Push through in one go!”

With a hardened resolve, he then vigorously activated all his Deathfang Power, propelling the sixth-stage force ruthlessly towards various acupoints around his body. Like the second-stage acceleration of rocket fuel, it threw the arrowhead forward.

Bang! Buzz…

Following a loud noise, Casio’s body surface instantly burst open with a dozen small wounds, blood spurting from the split skin like a fountain. His whole mind went blank, as if someone had smacked him on the back of the head with a hammer, briefly losing consciousness. In a daze…