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Chapter 857 - 857 445 Ultimate Flesh Fighter Level (4000)_2

Chapter 857: 445 Ultimate Flesh Fighter Level (4000)_2 Chapter 857: 445 Ultimate Flesh Fighter Level (4000)_2 It was a threshold, the flesh was about to welcome a new evolution.

Boom…

Casio’s ears buzzed as though struck by a hammer. His entire body rapidly expanded, instantly mutating from a normal human form to a fearsome demon idol state. In the corner of the secret room, a dark, colossal iron tower was squeezed, occupying nearly one-quarter of the area.

Every breath from his nostrils was more turbulent than the blasts of an elephant.

Crack, crack, crack…

His whole skeleton shook thunderously as if an inexplicable force descended from the void, compressing every inch of osseous material and flesh. At the moment when his progress in the magic puppet secret art reached eighty percent, Casio experienced indescribable pain. It was as if thousands of hammers were striking, intent on smashing every muscle, vessel, and bone to smithereens, and then forging them into something even tougher.

The immense heat within his body kept spreading to every corner, and then, like a rebound, it reconverged to a single point in his abdomen in half a second. This cycle repeated, the heat stabbing into his muscles like needles.

Up to this point, Casio could still endure it, as his tolerance for pain was extremely high. However, when a chilly liquid seeped from inside his body to the outside of his epidermis, forming a pale osseous layer,

Casio could no longer bear it. His eyes turned blood-red, and sweat poured down in streams. His massive arms clenched into fists, and he smashed one down onto the ground in an explosion of release.

Boom!!!

The entire basement quaked, and even the three-story residential building above the foundation shook. On the second floor, in her normal human shape, the Evil Mother was sensing the wonderful uses of the Golden Totem. Suddenly, she leapt up from the sofa, casting a fierce glance around, finally focusing her gaze downward.

In her two dark, gear-like pupils, a knowing look shone through. An overwhelming momentum, impossible to suppress, was piercing through the basement, the layer of mud, the ceiling of the first floor, all the way to the second floor.

Even weakened so many times, it still made the Evil Mother wary.

Knowing Casio was cultivating in the basement, she sat back down.

Before her buttocks touched the sofa, the coffee table in front of her violently jolted. A dull, heavy thud reached the second floor, the surrounding furniture shifted positions, emitting a shrill friction sound. Without a chance to settle, a succession of thuds continued, and the murals on the wall swung crazily as if they were pendulum clocks.

Seven or eight ceramic pots from the balcony fell one after another.

Smashing onto the ground floor with a series of cracks.

The Evil Mother’s complexion changed, and she immediately transformed into a black shadow that burst out from the balcony. Landing at the edge of the courtyard, she looked back with a grave expression.

She saw the entire three-story residential house visibly swaying rhythmically. It looked like the onset of an earthquake, a natural disaster brought on by Mother Nature.

“An earthquake? An earthquake!”

Around them, residents of several single houses spaced tens of meters apart rushed out. They shouted while looking around bewildered. Some anxiously dragged their families, pulling wives and children as they ran towards the main road. Then, seeing several neighbors similarly disheveled by the roadside, their faces showed confusion, wondering if they should run even further.

In the three-story single house, the Evil Mother, dressed in snug attire that wrapped her beautiful, voluptuous, and tall human form, and with sharp, oppressive eyes, looked at the cracked ground in front of the door. Her feet tingled slightly, and pounding vibrations echoed in her ears.

Not far away, cracks also appeared on the walls of the entire house. The building looked unsteady, like a frail boat on the waves, ready to capsize and collapse at any moment. In this manner, the vibrations continued for about a minute.

After the loudest bang, everything subsided.

The Evil Mother frowned, her straight brows furrowing as she felt the oppressive aura that had enveloped everything suddenly retract and concentrate into a single point.

In the secret room, a pair of blood-red eyes lit up in the darkness.

A rock-white demon idol slowly emerged from the shadows, revealing its sleek, perfect form. It was still the same four-meter-tall stature, still the same exaggerated muscle dimension. Only now, the idol didn’t resemble a creature of flesh and blood at all but more like a suit of cold, metallic armor.

The chilled liquid surging from the body’s viscera encouraged the crazed growth and extreme hardening of the surface keratin layer, thereby forming a suit of armor, an armor of an Ultimate Fighter level.

And it was these tough lines, ferocious contours, that made the demon idol appear much slimmer to the eye, giving it a sense of skeletal metal.

“Flesh-bound ultimate fighter level, the organs of the viscera have achieved a perfect evolutionary state. The density of my bones and muscles continues to increase…”

The demon idol clenched its fist somewhat intoxicatedly, making a crackling sound.

In the upper right corner of the field of view.

‘Magic puppet secret weapon: Qi Chapter 76.5% (out of three layers)’ →

‘Magic puppet secret weapon: Qi Chapter 83.6% (out of three layers)’

It had broken through eighty percent, and even increased by an additional three point six.

A single ultimate disaster spirit level life vibration energy had provided an increase of 7.1% for the magic puppet secret weapon’s progression. In the later stages where progress was so difficult, to have such an effect was quite remarkable.

Adding the previous 12.2%, the total progression using the life vibration energy from disaster spirit level dark creatures was 19.3%. I wonder if the next increase can reach this magnitude? It’s probably going to be difficult, it would require hunting several ultimate disaster spirit level dark creatures and using it all up in one go.

For Casio now, massacring an entire dark creature tribe wasn’t enough. Only the strongest few disaster spirit level life vibration energies could be used for absorption, at most a two to three percent growth.

Only the top disaster spirit level, and even the ultimate disaster spirit level. Dark creatures of this caliber could bring about a significant increase for Casio.

Speaking of which, the Evil Mother that he had subdued was also a top disaster spirit level dark creature. After absorbing the Golden Totem, it wasn’t far from the ultimate disaster spirit level. I wonder how much my progression would increase if I slaughtered it?

Casio had a sudden thought and glanced towards the basement exit.

The Evil Mother walking outside suddenly shuddered violently, feeling a chill on its back, and inexplicably sensed some terrifying entity lurking in the darkness, eyeing it. An indescribable unease made it hasten its pace.

It made its way toward the basement stairs.

Of course, Casio wouldn’t kill the Evil Mother, a living top-tier fighter was far more valuable than the gains from a single top disaster spirit level life vibration energy. He would never kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Tap, tap, tap…

After a series of rapid footsteps, the Evil Mother quickly arrived at the entrance of the basement. In front of it was a heavy wrought iron door, now completely deformed and twisted. The entire door frame was covered with cracks, crawling like ants.

Clack.

There was a sound of the door opening from inside, but it was jammed.

Boom!

The next second, the door opened. The entire heavy steel door panel was ripped off, a rock white armored hand tightly embedded in the metal.

A towering figure four meters tall stood beyond the door frame, locking eyes with the Evil Mother.

The Evil Mother’s heart suddenly thudded as if clutched by an iron hand. As a top disaster spirit level dark creature, it felt a surge of fear from deep within. In a daze, the Evil Mother felt as if it had returned to the time when it was controlled by the Totem King. Stuck in that overwhelming and terrifying power and aura, it couldn’t struggle, and it didn’t dare to!

And Casio now gave it that very same feeling.

It hadn’t felt this way just a while ago.

“This man’s rate of progress is too fast…”

The Evil Mother muttered to itself, quietly standing there. The light from the oil lamp in the broken secret room shone towards the entrance but was blocked by the demon idol. A huge, ferocious shadow suddenly engulfed the Evil Mother entirely.