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Chapter 816 - 816 425 This is the killing personality... (4000)_2

Chapter 816: 425 This is, the killing personality… (4000)_2 Chapter 816: 425 This is, the killing personality… (4000)_2 The palm brushed through the air, but a pale black palm was half a beat slow; it then accelerated to catch up. They merged before the next move.

Every action Louis made was followed by a phantom chase. It appeared as if he had four arms and twenty fingers dancing.

Casio silently watched everything. He felt that the opponent’s skill in using Qi was indeed exquisite, weaving around his fingers like threads, fluttering like butterflies among flowers. However, appreciation did not mean he had to learn from the opponent. Casio had always firmly believed the path he walked was the strongest—a perfect blend of skill and strength.

He had begun to see how his path would progress from here, the wraiths of Howler’s Canyon had provided Casio with ample opportunities for experimentation and mistakes. In numerous battles, not only had his strength improved, but his control of strength had also become refined, and various techniques were integrated into his punches and kicks.

The powerfully enhanced Scarlet Fang Spear was just the beginning…

Casio’s arms slightly stretched back, his toes lightly tapped the ground.

Whoosh!

A black long spear pierced through ten meters of distance, approaching Louis with unmatched speed. The swinging fist directly penetrated through layers of air, pulling out a long vacuum cavity.

Bang, bang, bang…

There was absolutely no hint of probing; it was a domineering crush!

Louis’s right foot shook violently, and his figure leapt back explosively. His right hand, like a flower bud, reached out, and instantly made several gestures. A series of fingerprints spread through the air with a snap, carrying some bizarre and mysterious pattern. Suddenly, a strange fluctuation spread from all around.

Spectators in the distance were affected, especially the weak Claire and Soss. They both felt dizzy and had a headache, as if they had drunk a bowl of poisonous mushroom soup.

From the left front, a Shadow Hunter named Kim silently moved two steps to the right, blocking in front of them, cutting off their view: “Don’t look directly at Louis’s Illusory Shade…”

Whoosh!

In the middle of the field, only two silhouettes were seen flying rapidly towards the right, eerily creating a relative stillness. Finally, they slammed into the cliff, the ground shook violently, and dust billowed down.

Whoosh…

Casio’s arm trembled, pulling out from the cracked rocks. Instantly, gray-white powder fell to the ground, looking like a pile of white sand.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised. Because his punch hadn’t hit the target, at the last moment it just missed Louis by a sidestep, all the force slamming into the cliff. It seemed those fingerprints had had an effect…

“Interesting… you can actually affect my senses through special Qi fluctuations,” Casio said as he waved his hand, blasting the solid air clumps around. This immediately blew away the falling stone powder smoke.

Four meters away, Louis’s silhouette became visible. His face was paler than before, his right index finger trembling unnaturally. Louis felt something was amiss. Initially when activating the Illusionary Shade, he wanted to impose illusions on Casio through intensely hypnotic fingerprints. However, the fingerprints representing illusion were completely useless; he tried seven different kinds without success.

Louis had previously sparred with a number one Shadow Hunter, where the hypnotic illusions still worked, though only for a very short time. Encountering a situation like this, where it had no effect at all, was a first for him. This meant that the opponent’s Qi and Spiritual Will were incredibly stable, hard to shake. Before he could change his hand gestures, Casio’s fist had already blasted towards him. Louis’s speed was so fast that he was forced to use the higher-ranked changes of Illusionary Shade to barely induce a sense of spatial misplacement in Casio.

Louis’s Illusionary Shade was divided into low-rank applications and high-rank changes. Low-rank included dizziness, hypnosis, causing pain in a part of the body. The high-level stage involved sensations like spatial misplacement and time split, total consciousness crash. The low-rank applications didn’t consume much Qi, allowing him to use them extensively. However, the high-level changes consumed an enormous amount of Qi. If he continued several more times, Louis might not be able to sustain it, especially given Casio’s punching speed, which required him to change the intricate hand gestures in a very short time in the correct sequence. Any mistake could cause backlash to his own body.

However, as severe as the backlash to his body could be, it was preferable to enduring that punch from Casio just now. Louis looked at the right side of Casio, where there was a hemispherical concave crack on the cliff, the radius stretching up over ten meters. At the position of the fist, there was a profound hole, highly destructive.

“He didn’t lie to me, he really did hurl his Qi straight at me…”

Louis was stunned speechless, feeling the massive force of Qi wrapped around Casio’s fist like an invisible giant hammer, directly blasting the cliff.

“Hmm?!”

His heart suddenly alarmed, he sharply noticed Casio’s piercing gaze. The ground shook violently, and a cold face appeared ghost-like just one meter in front of him, its fierce eyes oppressively fixed on him. Casio’s figure soared violently, leaping forward. Louis knew well that in battle, one should not keep retreating; he clapped his hands together through the air!

In an instant, twenty fingers rolled and folded like waves, tangling like a series of densely packed thorns, gears interlocking together.

A strange fluctuation of Qi burst through the air and vanished in a flash.

Buzz!

During his furious flight, Casio suddenly felt a sensation of being cleaved, as if time had skipped, missing a few tenths of a second. Immediately, at his chest, two overlapping palm prints had harshly collided one after another. With a bang, he staggered backward five or six steps before stopping.

With a look of wonder, Casio gently brushed his chest. The recent spatial displacement, the current time split, it had been a long time since he encountered such novelty in combat techniques. Indeed, it was a uniquely fascinating combat style.

He cast his gaze toward Louis, whose complexion had turned even paler, his face brimming with interested expression. With a whoosh, Casio’s entire presence oppressively advanced. Taking a stance for close combat, fierce and formidable.

In an instant, the arena seemed to contain the continuous silhouettes of eight or nine figures.

That was the combatants swiftly maneuvering and engaging several times within a second, the brief pauses creating afterimages on the retina.

Casio pressed on relentlessly, his fists growing ever more savage and his speed increasingly rapid. Louis’ hand seals were almost smoking with speed, fortunately, his phantom body was a condensation of Qi, with incredibly swift finger movements. Even so, his inner Qi was rapidly depleting at an alarming rate.

He used spatial misplacement and time split techniques to make Casio’s attacks frequently miss their mark. Meanwhile, he took the opportunity to strike continuously, gaining the upper hand. However, it seemed to cause no meaningful injury. Casio seemed to be wearing a layer of heavy armor; Louis’ punches and palms felt like mere tickles.

“I must make him briefly lose consciousness, lower his defenses. Otherwise, my attacks are ineffective, unable to achieve victory in one strike,” Louis thought as he flicked his toe back, dodging another descending fist. The fist, like a giant hammer, smashed into the ground, creating a two-meter-wide deep crater.

As mud and stones burst apart, a cold gleam passed through Louis’ eyes.

His whole body’s Qi burst forth, pushed to the limit without reservation.

He brought his hands together in front of him to form a cross, while the arms of his phantom body extended out to either side. Twenty fingers activated simultaneously, creating a series of crackling sounds, dense shadows of fingers fluttering wildly.

It was like a dazzling kaleidoscope, suddenly enveloping the whole world.

Casio glanced at it, his shoulders slightly shaking. His eyelids fell, and the form that was about to rush forward like a cheetah froze.

“Now!”

Louis shouted aloud, his steps rapidly charging towards Casio, his figure swiftly closing the distance. However, just as he was about to cross the one-meter distance, Casio suddenly opened his eyes, which were scarlet like the color of bloody rubies, a savage and brutal aura unabashedly burst forth!

This was… the killing persona.