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Chapter 806 - 806 420 breakthrough (4100)_2

Chapter 806: 420 breakthrough (4100)_2 Chapter 806: 420 breakthrough (4100)_2 Casio awoke, feeling an unparalleled pain throughout his body, as if he had been forcibly tied to an anvil and hammered mercilessly with a quench-hardened hammer thousands of times. Even his skeleton was emitting a grating groan. When he opened his eyes, everything around him was blurred, and there were even tiny, bright stars in his peripheral vision. It took a short while for his eyes to adjust and refocus.

On the attic floor was a radiating splash of blood. His body also had skin cracks. Especially at eight spots, which were deeply dented, exposing the cross-sections of flesh. Some were so deep that the moving internal organs inside could almost be seen.

It was quite disgusting, frightening, and fearful.

But Casio was not afraid but rather pleased. His furrowed brows relaxed and his lips curled into a satisfied smile. The eight deep pits were located exactly over the acupoints of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist. It goes without saying what this represented—breaking through eight acupoints!

In the recent past, in the Valley of Howlers in the World of Calamities, Casio had reached twenty-two acupoints of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist, namely the early third stage of Deathfang Power. But now, in the blink of an eye, he had reached thirty acupoints, just three short of breaking through to the fourth stage of Deathfang Power. This was not just an acceleration, but a leap forward. The gift from the elderly Tyrant Fist of the sixth stage of complete Deathfang Power lived up to its reputation, fundamentally related, bringing exaggerated benefits!

Previously, Casio’s Deathfang Power and the unbroken acupoints had worn each other down.

It was like using a wooden bow to shoot at a wooden wall. It required the persistence of water dripping through stone, shooting pit by pit to finally break the wall.

The gift from the elderly Tyrant Fist was like giving Casio a refined hand cannon loaded with a high-impact armor-piercing bullet. One shot and the wooden wall was blown apart, along with the next seven walls.

Of course, Casio’s method of taking injuries in exchange for a burst through also played a significant role. Otherwise, if it had been slowly wearing down as before, at most, he would have only managed six acupoints; eight were out of the question.

“I have taken some injuries, but gaining two extra acupoints is not a loss at all…”

Casio was still sitting cross-legged and began circulating the low-level life vibration energy stored within his body. His injuries visibly began to heal faster.

He mastered not only the Southern Dipper Boxing Method but also the Demonic Idol Secret Martial Art, which has bizarre healing effects. This was what Casio had relied on to force his breakthroughs. As long as he didn’t explode on the spot, even if he was seriously injured and dying, he could still save himself. Various secret arts complemented each other.

About ten minutes later, Casio exhaled a breath of hot air tainted with a blood scent. His body reverted back to its muscular form and smooth skin, and only the bloodstains on his clothes and pants proved that someone had been injured and bled earlier. Casio slowly stood up and began to execute the South Dou Red Vulture Fist. Immediately, all thirty acupoints around his body shone like stars, bringing forth strong forces. The Deathfang Power accelerated with each acupoint passed, progressively refining the force.

Then, he activated the Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist, and quickly, twenty-three acupoints lit up. Clearly, the two boxing methods had begun to resonate, and the Sonic Snake Fist naturally broke through an acupoint in a short time. However, to catch up with the progress of the Red Vulture Fist, he needed more resonance. Casio planned to visit the Valley of Howlers more often to battle wraiths, which would allow the Sonic Snake Fist to quickly align with the Red Vulture Fist. This way, he would also quickly stabilize and familiarize himself with his power.

Half an hour later, he had cleaned the blood in the attic and took a cold shower. After changing into clean clothes, Casio went downstairs.

At the stairwell, Krogg’s large silhouette stood there, watching Casio descend the stairs: “Your aura has become more domineering…”

“I have made some breakthroughs,” Casio replied. But in reality, this was not just due to the recent breakthrough in the boxing techniques. It was more about his deeper understanding of the Tyrant Fist Path in the experiment field.

So, in his every movement, naturally, there was a subtle trace of domineering presence. As this feeling grew stronger and more aligned with his true self, when this combat style and philosophy were fully established, Casio would fully tread on the Tyrant Fist Road. If his strength had reached a critical point,

he could naturally break into the Tyrant Fist Realm.

When he reached the first floor, six of the old hunters were already there, and none seemed inclined to sleep. After pondering for a while, Casio initiated a conversation with everyone. He did not go into details but simply described the identity of today’s attacker—a member of the Door Organization. Casio said he had previous grievances with the Door Organization, and the attacker had come for him, which had inadvertently involved everyone else. As for why the Door Organization could control dark creatures, Casio admitted he did not know. All the old hunters nodded in understanding.

They simply wanted an answer and did not intend to probe further. Besides, the Door Organization was already an enemy of the Dark Hunt Organization. The dim presence of the Door Organization in the battle of Dawn Valley years ago was apparent! The Door Organization was undoubtedly a common enemy of Casio and the Dark Hunt Organization.

After providing an explanation to the old hunters, Casio left Gem’s single house. He disappeared into the darkness of the night, heading towards the warehouse.

In a secluded boundary, in front of the abandoned warehouse, within a vast shadow.

A tall silhouette silently passed by.

Inside the warehouse were three figures, all in a state of unconsciousness at the moment. Especially the middle-aged man from the royal family, dressed as an aristocrat—his clothes were stripped off, and his rapier was nowhere to be seen. Clearly, it was the work of the Evil Mother, who intended to impersonate this man and infiltrate the royal family following Casio’s plan.

Casio’s expression remained calm as he woke all three men. The rapier-wielding man had a foolish look on his face and was hardly of any value for interrogation anymore. He had just been hypnotized by the Evil Mother using totemic power to extract critical identity information, and the side effects had ruined him. As for why the Evil Mother did not use the totemic hypnosis on the other two? Naturally, it was because the totem had a usage time limit. Moreover, it was difficult to hypnotize masters who possessed strong Qi, such as Yangyan and Candle Soul.

When it came to interrogating members of the Door Organization, it still had to be Casio.

Under the gaze of the two men on the ground, he twisted his neck, making his skeleton crackle. His hands gradually turned crimson, and as he smiled, he squatted down.

Elsewhere, in the second district of Florence, in the council area of the Hong Li.

A black figure quickly moved through the shadows among the buildings, soon arriving at the entrance of an alley. His features, bathed in moonlight, revealed a handsome yet somber young face. Solomon of the Thorns came again to seek Candle Soul, because Candle Soul had previously promised to help him find clues to his mission target. After all, this was Solomon’s third and final attempt.

If he failed, it would mean an early elimination.

To be safe, Solomon had no choice but to rely on the strength of Candle Soul’s organization. Candle Soul had also promised that Solomon should come to him tonight. Based on their numerous collaborations before, Candle Soul had never broken a promise. So, Solomon felt assured and had now arrived.

Slowly breathing in the cold air, he walked towards the cabin.

For this battle to win a place as a Shadow Hunter, victory would certainly be his. Claire might have the support of the Dark Hunt Organization and Soss might have the support of the Royal Family, but he had both the council and the powerful forces behind Candle Soul betting on him, enough to clear all obstacles. Even if Casio already possessed the strength of a Shadow Hunter, Solomon believed that Candle Soul would definitely make a move, either crippling or even killing Casio!

After all, Candle Soul’s support for him becoming a Shadow Hunter had a significant purpose. Any obstructer, even a Shadow Hunter, would only become a skeleton. A temporary setback was nothing; the overall situation was still in his favor.

He had come now to get the news of the mission target’s location, and next time it might be the good news of Casio’s demise. Solomon was confident and optimistic.

He took a breath and knocked on the door. All around was silence.

Solomon, with a smile on his face, knocked again.

Still, no sound came from inside.

The smile on his face froze as he pushed the door open and walked in; it was quite dark inside. Every time Solomon came for an appointment, Candle Soul who should have been in the room was missing. It was emptily shadowy inside.

Solomon’s footsteps faltered, and he inexplicably began to panic.

He had a very bad premonition…