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Chapter 871 - 871 452 Southern Dipper Shadow Moon Fist (4800) (Added

Chapter 871: 452 Southern Dipper Shadow Moon Fist (4800) (Added for the leader when performing duties, sorry, it’s a bit late)_2 Chapter 871: 452 Southern Dipper Shadow Moon Fist (4800) (Added for the leader when performing duties, sorry, it’s a bit late)_2 A man with a shiny bald head cracked his neck with a crisp sound and a cruel smirk appeared on his face. Turning around, he looked down at Otto who had finished warming up, “Teacher, are you going to make a move?”

“Siegel, bring the Kam Brothers. We’re going straight in,” Otto replied.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Otto slowly removed the cloak he was wearing. It’s best not to let clothing impede the execution of Secret Martial Art Boxing Method.

“Yes!” Siegel, now truly resembling a Giant Bear, immediately called two people from the crowd to follow Otto.

These two were brothers, though oddly proportioned. The older brother, short like a dwarf with only one leg, moved by using both hands and his single foot. A black dagger drenched in blood hung from his mouth, his sharp teeth and sleazy but sinister appearance quite striking.

The other, the younger brother, was of normal height at 175 centimeters, coldly handsome with clear, lake-blue eyes and features as refined as if he were an elf dropped into the world by mistake, a stark contrast to his brother.

He carried an Iron Bow on his back but had no quiver. That’s because he wore a ring with a hollow iron spike. When drawing the bow, the pressure would pierce the skin, and a suitable amount of blood would flow from the hole, forming a blood arrow on the bow.

“Let’s go,” Otto said sternly, his expression cold. The previous Intelligence indicated that the Lunar Eclipse Meeting had four Catastrophe Spirit Level powerhouses in the north. Ideally, four Commanders from the Clinic should have encountered enemies if it was a one-on-one situation. Since no Catastrophe Spirit Level powerhouses had shown up on their side, Otto could only storm into the Cathedral and force one to reveal themselves.

On the Battlefield at the North Gate, amid the chaotic fight, four silhouettes moved against the current.

They advanced into the Cathedral.

“Roar! Get out of the way!”

Siegel roared, grabbing two Dark creatures rushing from behind, seizing their heads firmly. He twirled them around like a Wind Fire Wheel and flung them away.

Their bodies flew, but two severed heads remained in his hands.

On the left, the grotesque dwarf rolled on the ground like an agile leather ball. Moving through the shadows, despite having only one leg, he was incredibly swift. His mouth clung to the dagger that was soon soaked in fresh blood.

In the dim darkness, screams of Dark creatures echoed as they fell, like sugarcane stalks cut by a Scythe, their bright red juices splattering. Faint, child-like, sinister chuckles could also be heard.

On the right, the youth with elf-like features advanced steadily, a true marksman. Any Dark creature that tried to get close to the group was punctured by a line of blood. In the night, only a Red Light streaking through the air carving a long Radian, piercing the Exotic Species’ heads and spurting a plume of Blood mist before continuing meteorically into the darkness.

At first glance, it was as though red threads danced, while the Dark creatures were like needles, the holes in their heads being the eye of the needle, creating a bizarre sense of beauty.

Straight ahead, Otto faced the most pressure. The Cathedral seemed to have a large underground facility from which an unending stream of Dark creatures emerged, displaying various odd forms and sinister abilities that posed a significant threat.

Behind Otto, eight spider-like legs unfolded but did not transform into Long Spear-type weapons. Instead, they assembled as a form of Armor on the surface of his body, creating a black, sturdy suit of close-fitting Armor.

He took the lead, walking at the forefront. His arms hung by his sides, trembling in a strange Radian, turning into a hazy shadow.

Whoosh!

His arm swept through the air in a rapid crescent Radian, colliding with a mantis-like Dark creature. The green mantis’ arms were incredibly sharp but could not slice through Otto’s palm. Instead, Otto’s arm trembled slightly, his fingers clapped, and the sturdy mantis Hand Knife shattered instantly. The Exotic Species’ Force invaded and spread throughout its body.

The tall green mantis stiffened on the spot. The breeze from Otto’s retracting fist passed over it, and the mantis shattered like Glass into pieces the size of fists or fingers.

As Otto passed the mantis, his refined brows furrowed slightly. Still not proficient enough. Theoretically, a mere touch between his palm and the mantis should have shattered it instantly due to the Breaking Moon Force.

Tap, he leaped, instantly covering a distance of seven to eight meters.

As Otto swept his hands through the air in a crescent Radian, he appeared to be meaninglessly cutting at nothing. However, a crack sound reverberated through the air, and by the time the group passed, a decapitated Exotic Species Corpse revealed itself from its invisibility, kneeling on the ground as its head rolled down.

“Ah!” “No!” “Pfft…”

Continuous screams heard along the road to the Cathedral’s main entrance, with many bodies lying beside, staining the ground with blood. As Otto and the others breached the entry, his Shadow Moon Fist grew increasingly proficient. Otto realized that the most crucial aspect wasn’t anything material but the core mechanism: the Breaking Moon Force. Whether it was other illusory techniques or his formidable dynamic sight,

They merely made his moves traceless and targeted at vital points!

Everything was to maximize the effectiveness of the Breaking Moon Force.