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Chapter 818 - 818 426 Dark Hunt Number Two Casio (4100)_2

Chapter 818: 426 Dark Hunt Number Two, Casio (4100)_2 Chapter 818: 426 Dark Hunt Number Two, Casio (4100)_2 After tumbling over a dozen times and covered in dust, Casio’s head painfully struck a stone. He let out an exclamation and struggled to stabilize himself.

Due to the strong wind, Solomon didn’t choose to stand up but laid down in an undignified manner. He straightened his head and looked forward blankly.

In the midst of the turbulent air waves, two powerful silhouettes were clashing with their fists, their arms meeting hard against each other. It was as if two humanoid beasts were tearing and colliding with each other, every punch bringing a terrifying sound.

Like war drums on a battlefield, the sounds of power continued relentlessly.

Bang! Crackling and popping!

Being close to the cliff, their fists inevitably grazed the rocks. The normally hard stones now seemed like huge chunks of black tofu, easily plowed with ferocious traces. Some were even directly smashed by a fist, exploding into holes large enough to hold two or three people. Spiderweb-like cracks climbed like creepers.

Stones from the top teetered on the brink of falling, some as small as fists, others almost half the height of a person. However, upon reaching the battlefield, they burst into fragments within half a breath’s time. It was as if there was a high-speed meat grinder inside!

Stone fragments shot out like miniature bullets, penetrating layers of air waves, leaving small pits on the ground and rocks. Moreover, pieces of shattered stone flew towards the spectators, all blocked by the Shadow Hunters’ defenses.

Solomon, lying on the ground, had regained some strength and used the Sinful Thorns to protect his vital parts. Feeling the vibrations of the ground, he opened his mouth then closed it again. From today on, Solomon would never speak foolish words like competing with Casio again. Not even with the help of the Door Organization…

The difficulty of killing Aaron, the number four Shadow Hunter, was much lower than defeating Casio. Instead of trying to compete with Casio for that Hunter’s seat, it would be better to kill a Shadow Hunter and vacant a seat. This way, the success rate is much higher.

Unfortunately, he could no longer contact Candle Soul and the others. For an entire week, he didn’t know what had happened. Solomon muttered to himself, but suddenly remembered. Candle Soul seemed to have promised to eliminate Casio, his biggest competitor, thereby securing his own victory! Had Candle Soul gone to do it a week ago? And then… then was defeated?!

Solomon’s eyes suddenly widened, considering this terrible possibility.

He looked up at the two-meter-tall, powerful silhouette. It advanced unhurried, each step firm and powerful, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression and an overwhelming aura. Despite being comparatively smaller in size, the momentum seemed to dwarf Case’s many times over. As if he was the four-meter-tall giant, and Case a mere speck.

“It can’t be true…”

In the middle of the valley, the ground was trampled like by a herd of elephants, full of deep pits and indentations. Occasionally there were traces of feet dragging on the ground like a pile driver, each footprint recording the burst and release of power. The Giant Statue Case grew increasingly fearful as he fought. He had already entered the second phase, and though each of his punches could demolish half a house, he still could not gain the upper hand.

Instead, he was still being suppressed by the opponent, subtly losing in the clash of strength. The opponent’s punches made his iron-hide palms go numb, bones aching. Yet his own punches were all caught by the opponent, their formidable power dissipating like a ox melting into the sea, dissipating into nothingness.

Thump! Case took another punch from Casio, retreating three steps.

He suddenly looked up, locking eyes once more with Casio’s calm blue eyes that had returned to their serene state. Case felt no rage or concentration of full effort, but a quiet excitement.

It was like an undefeated gladiator in a sparring match who suddenly discovers a rookie with decent talent. Delighted by the hunt, he applies pressure willingly, eager to see more surprises. That had been his own mentality before when he allowed Aaron and Louis to step forward, hoping to force out more of Casio’s techniques through battle.

And now, the situation had somehow reversed onto himself.

The Giant Statue Case felt an inexplicable anger. His fierce and powerful fists clenched tightly, the edges of his knuckles faintly glowing with a pale gold.

In less than half a breath, the gold spread to his entire palm.

Just as Case was about to burst out, swinging his fist like a flailing elephant trunk, a silhouette suddenly appeared beside the two men.

“Enough, let’s end it here today,”

the silhouette of the Holy Light Hunter, Delisha, clad in a black suit, abruptly entered the midst of the dust and fog. His gaze lingered seriously on Casio for a while before shifting to Case, and he spoke in a deep voice.

“But…”

Case had just begun to speak when he closed his mouth under Delisha’s gaze.

He took a deep breath, and the pale gold that had spread to his forearm quickly faded away. Then, the dark bronze color covering his body gradually turned to grayish white, and finally to the appearance of normal skin. His size also rapidly decreased from the original height of over four meters to a muscular man two meters tall.

Due to his earlier burst of power, Case was left wearing only a pair of special briefs. His muscular contours were rugged and full of strength.

Delisha turned his head slightly to look at Casio. Casio was still dressed in his original clothes, largely intact, with only the sleeves on his lower arms burst from the force of the collision, revealing pale rock-like skin.

He stood there quietly, not breathing hard, heart unrattled, as if he were a cold machine. His one meter ninety height stood like an iron tower.

“Louis lost, you won,”

Delisha said. “Bai Kui, you are very strong. You’re no longer the new number five Shadow Hunter, but number two Shadow…”

He suddenly turned his head, speaking to Louis, who was gradually approaching.

“Throw the badge over.”

Louis took a slight breath, not the type to be a sore loser. He promptly took out a Dark Hunt badge from his pocket and tossed it over.

Delisha caught it and reached out his hand to exchange it with the badge in Casio’s hand. When Casio pinned the Evil Spirit Logo of the number two Dark Hunt badge on his chest, Delisha said, “Congratulations, you’ve become the Hunters Association’s number two Shadow Hunter, welcome to the fold.”

Casio looked at Delisha and smiled slightly. The president of the Hunters Association was quite interesting and deserved a few extra points of face from him. He spoke, “Thank you. I’m wondering when I can visit the Source of the Holy Spring. Also, it seems every Shadow Hunter needs to assume some position…”

“As for the Source of the Holy Spring, soon. I’ll take you to the Chief Inspector after this, and then tomorrow morning, I’ll take you to the Source of the Holy Spring. Besides, it’s not up to me to decide your position, it’s the Chief Inspector’s job.”

“You’ll probably find out soon which departments you’ll be managing…”

Delisha assumed the role of an explainer, briefly outlining the rights and responsibilities of a Shadow Hunter. This was something Casio had already learned in his chats with the veteran hunters. Moreover, if things went well with the old hunters, he should be taking up the position of Clinic Director, a position within the Hunters Association with considerable power, with branches in every county, and made up predominantly of Elite Hunters. It was an institution created specifically for some of the internal issues within the Hunters Association.

If Casio could become the Clinic Director, his actions would be much freer and he wouldn’t have to stay consistently in the Imperial Capital, Florence. He could take the time to retrieve the Devil’s Book, find the Faked Death Key, and even head to the Southeast Sea to solve the greatest purpose of this retrospection thoroughly.

Of course, the most important thing at the moment was to go to the Source of the Holy Spring and completely stack the Platinum Stigmata to the limit. Casio was curious to see to what extent the full quantity of the Platinum Stigmata could enhance the fusion of Southern Dou’s Power?

Could a completely stable combined body of the two types of Southern Dou’s Power take his combat strength to the next level? Becoming an Ultimate Fighter was not out of reach…