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Chapter 826 - 826 430 Various Situations Undercurrents Surging

Chapter 826: 430 Various Situations, Undercurrents Surging (4100)_2 Chapter 826: 430 Various Situations, Undercurrents Surging (4100)_2 This glance made it clear that it was meant for hunting large monsters.

“Blood Crossbow, you can disbelieve the words of Ghost Man, but you can trust what I say. You know, I have never deceived anyone…”

the Iron Knight, still clad in heavy armor, muttered.

Surprisingly, his words managed to calm Blood Crossbow somewhat. Though still hesitant, his emotions had stabilized significantly.

The main reason was the Iron Knight’s sterling reputation; he always kept his word and was one of those Eerie Night Guests who spoke with great principle. Such people are quite interesting—they might often cross the line in other areas, appearing like scoundrels. But in certain aspects, they are especially trustworthy, willing to pay a heavy price to keep their promises.

This seems to be a baseline for some top Knight Rank Markers or perhaps an anchor point. It prevents them from being overly affected by the side effects of disasters, thereby breaking through the lower limits of humanity and plunging into darkness.

They always need something persistent to feel human.

The Iron Knight’s persistence was undoubtedly in keeping promises.

So, when he spoke like this, and Blood Crossbow sensed that the Iron Knight didn’t have the chaotic aura of complete degeneration, he was somewhat convinced.

Soon, the three of them started interacting under the default existence of False Death Elixir. Blood Crossbow quickly accepted some plans.

Ghost Man also made certain promises, such as bringing some False Death Elixir over at a certain stage to test its effects on low-level Markers, hoping to appease Blood Crossbow. Seeing Ghost Man and Iron Knight agree so promptly gave Blood Crossbow a newfound confidence.

He changed his mind quickly.

“Tell me, how do we, three of us, crush the Ripple Master and terrorize the Black Dragon?”

Blood Crossbow’s gaze focused on Ghost Man.

However, Ghost Man shook his head, “It’s not just the three of us, but many top Knight Rank experts. As of now, including the three of us, five people have agreed to cooperate. So, you’re not fighting alone. What we’re building is an organization…”

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The next day, at the headquarters of the Dark Hunt Organization, a single house.

Casio emerged from the washroom, golden sunlight streaming through the window and casting a splendid and robust contour on his bare chest.

Drops of water slid off his broad shoulders, absorbed by the crevices of his muscles.

He simply couldn’t streak water like those with slender builds.

Last night, he had familiarized himself with a powerful technique for a long time and tirelessly circulated Sonic Fang energy, frequently having to repair the damage inflicted on his body by this extreme power. Casio had only slept about five hours, but it was already completely sufficient. He woke up around seven thirty this morning.

A breeze from outside the window wafted in, bringing the fragrance of mud and green leaves.

Casio was still putting on his trousers when suddenly, a knocking sound came from the first floor.

He walked downstairs slowly and opened the door, only to find a young hunter who had come to deliver clothes. After delivering the clothes, the person left quickly.

Casio returned to the bedroom and laid several items on the bed.

To the left were clearly two sets of attire, exclusive to the Shadow Hunters.

Designed stylishly, somewhat resembling a naval uniform. The shoulders were ruggedly elevated, like the shoulder guards of armor. The front had tassel-like decorations, edged with a few metal studs. The back even featured a kind of long tail similar to a small cape, giving off a general or warrior’s vibe.

This was clearly not the usual attire for the Dark Hunt, it seemed more like a ceremonial outfit for significant occasions. Indeed, it had a certain pompous flair.

To the right of this outfit was its overall design style, similar to a tight combat uniform. However, when I say tight, I don’t mean thin as cicada wings clinging to the skin, but rather like the practice clothes worn in the martial arts hall. The material was highly elastic, not easy to destroy, and the joints were all fortified.

Casio’s gaze lingered on the far right.

There, startlingly, was a black mask of unknown material, adorned with intricate ancient court patterns that unexpectedly displayed a touch of luxury. This was exactly the kind of Dark Hunt Mask his retrospection had passed through.

In the past, the mask had its usefulness, but now it seemed more like a legacy to be commemorated. The Hong Li Empire had existed for a thousand years, with the Dark Hunt Organization serving as a sharp slaughter knife in the hands of the Imperial Royal Family during the earliest centuries, secretly undertaking tasks of assassination and surveillance as well. Thus, masks that could conceal one’s face were used.

However, it had already been phased out, no longer serving a practical purpose.

Casio slowly glanced over and began to dress himself. He understood that today, in the Hunters Association Hall, a ceremony prepared for him awaited, akin to a military general receiving a medal, needing an ample audience.

The Black Mechanism Chief, too, would appear at the ceremony and might likely seek out Casio for a private chat after the event.

After a little adjustment, he stood in front of a full-length mirror.

His tall figure suited the attire, resembling a general’s uniform, especially the broad shoulders, accentuating the sturdiness of the epaulettes.

Casio glanced at the Dark Hunt mask he held, then hung it on a specially prepared hook on his left chest, tightly against his muscles.

There wasn’t a hook on the right side, but the Dark Hunt badge could be directly pinned there. Under sunlight, it shimmered with a metallic gloss, displaying a “2”.

Thirty seconds later, Casio, now the second-ranked Shadow Hunter, left the residential building.

He headed towards the Hunters Association Hall, frequently encountering hunters on the street who stopped to watch. Everyone displayed emotions and reactions of shock, speechless as if turned to wood. Only when Casio’s silhouette had completely left the street did they burst into noisy discussions.

“Second-ranked Dark Hunter!? Did I just see incorrectly?”

“Could it be, of the five Dark Hunters only two are left now? Is there some great enemy suddenly threatening our Hunters Association? My goodness…”

“What on earth happened in yesterday’s Shadow Hunter contest? Bai Kui won, and I’m not surprised at all, seeing as he indeed was a dark horse. But how did he become the second-ranked Dark Hunter…”

Amidst the bustling discussion, Casio had already arrived at the Hunters Association Hall.

He pushed the door open and walked in, suddenly feeling multiple gazes focusing on him, especially on the Dark Hunt emblem on the right side of his chest.

However, compared to those hunters outside, the ones present carried significant weight. Many had already been informed and were initially shocked.

Thus, Casio wearing the second-ranked Dark Hunt badge did not cause a stir. Rather, pair after pair of eyes burned with intense curiosity.

His gaze swept across the hall and saw on the left side an area filled with elderly hunters flushed with red, including Claire. Thorn Solomon and Lion Soss were missing, likely absent. There were also some familiar and unfamiliar figures, from within the Dark Hunt Organization and from the Royal Parliament. At the front were four Shadow Hunters lined up, looking at Casio with an indescribable expression.

He didn’t know how many among them harbored hostility toward him, but it didn’t matter. Casio believed in the power of his fists; as long as his fists were strong enough, enemies, no matter how reluctantly, had to kneel down, suppressing any grievances in their hearts.

With his head held high, he strode down the central aisle towards the stage.

There were already two people waiting there. On the left was someone Casio was very familiar with, Dili Xiaoti, who was dressed in a black suit—Holy Light Hunter. On the right was a man with a strong presence, his short red hair blazing like flames, even his eyebrows red. His hands dangled slightly with a golden ring on his right thumb. The surface of the ring seemed to flow like liquid metal, resembling a golden snake winding around.

The red-haired man felt Casio’s gaze and turned his head to look over.

In that moment, their eyes met quietly in the air.