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Chapter 811 - 811 423 Arrogant Capital (4000)

Chapter 811: 423 Arrogant Capital (4000) Chapter 811: 423 Arrogant Capital (4000) In the canyon, Solomon and Soss had ramped up their momentum inch by inch to its peak, with explosive power ready to burst. The Shadow Hunters on the cliff had not been wrong—Claire was the weakest of the three. The Lion King Soss was already formidable in strength, and though the loss of his arm affected the dexterity of his left hand, the subsequent overconsumption of Holy Spring water made his strength not diminish but increase instead. His physique-based Source Energy, combined with the Mad Lion Fist, was perfect synergy.

Then there was Thorn Solomon, who had obtained the Sinful Thorn secret techniques funded by the Door Organization. These effectively raised his strength’s upper limit and compensated for his frail body to some extent. If they really came to blows, both Thorn Solomon and Lion King Soss were clearly at the pinnacle of the Dark Gold Level.

They were just a half step away from the position of the Shadow Hunters.

If some aged and weakened Shadow Hunters were to fall and face either Solomon or Soss alone, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

Under normal circumstances, Solomon and Soss could have easily defeated all competitors to become the next generation of Shadow Hunters. Unfortunately, they encountered Casio, which was destined to lead to their failure.

What Solomon and Soss were competing for was a seat among the Shadow Hunters, but for Casio, that position was merely a stepping stone. And now, even this stepping stone was about to be used up as capital to challenge other Shadow Hunters. The position Casio wanted was, at the very least, the chairman of the Hunters Association, that is, a Holy Light Hunter. If circumstances allowed, he wouldn’t decline being the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism either. Thus, the ambitions and capital of both sides were not in the same league. This melee was more of a play-fight.

But clearly, both Soss and Solomon were serious. Soss pushed his physique-based Source Energy to the limit and instantly assumed the starting stance of the Mad Lion Fist, with a surge of strength coursing through his limbs. He truly seemed like a majestic lion treading the earth, baring his fangs and bracing for the moment of the kill.

Bang!

The ground shook slightly, and dozens of pebbles flew into the air. Amidst the ring-shaped dust and fog, Soss leaped out, his body strong and healthy. His hands reached out and pressed down, his muscular palms bursting with power, and each thick bulging vein underscored the force within. Soss’s fingers bent like metal rebar and Iron Claw, his palm wind whirling, and air crazily leaking between his fingers.

In a moment of inattention, he had already pounced in front of Casio.

Boom!

A sound exploded in mid-air, dull and forceful. An astonished expression spread across Soss’s face as he looked downwards, realizing his lion mark strike had been blocked.

And what had blocked the lion mark was another lion mark!

A rock white palm spread wide open, its hard joints bulging, with lines sharp and firm, as if they were the stiff joints of machinery.

Casio thrust one palm upwards, expressionless. His other hand, in an instant, formed another lion mark and aggressively propelled it forward, shattering the air. With a roar, Soss hurriedly slammed down another palm mark.

Boom!

Lion King Soss flew, quite literally.

His entire body shot straight up, not crazily flying backwards but soaring directly into the sky like a human shell.

Soss felt his entire left shoulder numb, hardly sensing the existence of his skeleton, muscles, or meridians anymore. That enormous force sent him soaring directly upward; Casio’s figure rapidly shrank in his vision.

“How can he also know the Mad Lion Fist… That’s impossible!”

This was the only thought that raced through the dazed Soss’s mind.

Casio glanced at the sky and retracted his Mad Lion mark back to a fist. Naturally, he did not know the Boxing Method of the Crazy Lion Flow. However, a Secret Martial Art practitioner at the realm of a top Combat Master would find the fundamental techniques to be universal. After all, various techniques were just combinations of many basic skills.

Casio had once fought alongside Duomeng, a Core Disciple of the Three-eyed Mad Lion Style, for some time and was familiar with the Mad Lion Fist. With Soss repeatedly demonstrating his broken Mad Lion Boxing Method in front of him, Casio mimicked the cat, effortlessly mastering about seventy to eighty percent of the essence of the move.

Using the Mad Lion Stamp to deal with Lion King Soss was just a matter of following his inclinations.

The clash had lasted only a second, and as Lion King Soss ascended to the heavens, Thorn Solomon was already charging in furiously. His body sprouted dense, transparent thorns, exuding a strange yet dangerous aura. Sharp backthorns, pitch-black color, filled with poison.

Surrounded by Sinful Thorns, Solomon’s pupils contracted. He clearly saw the scene where Soss was sent flying after two moves. Before he had time to retreat and dodge, an afterimage had already charged over, forcing its way through.

In a Thorn domain with a ten-meter diameter, any intruder would be automatically attacked and crushed by terrifying thorns. Poison, spikes, compression, and lashing would all overlap and occur at the same time.

Casio’s intrusion was no exception, as sounds akin to metal grinding emanated from his robust body. The shrill and unpleasant noise sounded as if someone was sawing a piece of incredibly hard alloy—with not a speck shaved off, but the sawteeth gradually turning into Iron Powder.

The situation was exactly like this—Casio’s physique, comparable to a top Boxing Master’s strength, was like a huge chunk of iron. The Sinful Thorns, as hard as metal, scraped over him, only producing a trail of dancing Firelight without leaving so much as a scratch. All sorts of compression, lashing, and penetration were useless; if they couldn’t break his defenses, there was no talking about poisoning.