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Chapter 872 - 872 452 Southern Dipper Shadow Moon Fist (4800)

Chapter 872: 452 Southern Dipper Shadow Moon Fist (4800) (Additional for Alliance Leader’s Bedroom Time, sorry, it’s a bit late)_3 Chapter 872: 452 Southern Dipper Shadow Moon Fist (4800) (Additional for Alliance Leader’s Bedroom Time, sorry, it’s a bit late)_3 Otto understood that the more he killed, the more natural and proficient he became. The best way to master any Boxing Method is through combat, especially high-frequency, lethal combat. Often, killing one person holds more significance than sparring with ten!

Just the journey from the Plaza to the Church alone had elevated Otto’s understanding of the Boxing Method by a notch. Continuing his killing spree from the entrance of the Church through the corridor to the inside, his Boxing Method became increasingly rhythmic. Casio’s method of helping Otto rapidly learn the Boxing Method involved infusing him with Qi, akin to injecting part of the experience and knowledge directly into his body. During battle, the fusion of knowledge and experience accelerated.

Bang!

The ornate metal gate shattered on the spot, exploding into fragments.

Otto strode into the Hall with an expressionless face, followed by his burly apprentice, who was built like a bear, and two brothers, one ugly and one handsome. In a corner of the Hall, there was a pitch-black Underground Passage. At this moment, a team of dark creatures was surging out from within, their green faces and tusk-like teeth howling at Otto.

Then, they pounced like a Wolf Pack.

“Shatter together with the moonlight…”

A white light surged in Otto’s eyes as he traced two waning moons in the Air with his palms. The dreamy and hazy moonlight flashed for a moment, then shattered into pieces. Along with the moonlight, shattered were a dozen dark creatures frozen in mid-air, their blood splattering across the Hall!

“Isn’t there anyone from the Lunar Eclipse Meeting to stop me?”

A dull sound echoed in the Hall, reaching to the Underground.

After a moment of silence, in the blood-scented Air.

“Since no one is coming, then I’ll go on a killing spree, hehehe…”

After the elegant but slightly morbid laugh.

Outside the Underground Passage, the cries of strange creatures became more intense.

Outside the Church, in the middle of the Garden Square.

A silhouette dashed through, not resembling a human but a kind of semi-transparent ghost-like entity. Its body was mottled black, resembling specks of nighttime sky. Where the eyes should be, were gem-like crescent moon-shaped pupils surrounded by dense, gear-like black particles.

“Kill…”

From the distance, muffled shouts and cries of combat reverberated from the Cathedral, unceasing.

The heart of the dark creature sank, having anticipated some distress as soon as it sensed a disturbance at the Branch. Hopefully, things weren’t too dire.

Whoosh!

A black shadow soared, trailing a hazy moonlight, as if gliding on the moon’s hue. Moments later, it appeared atop the Cathedral, below the metal crucifix, overlooking from on high with silent vigilance.

The complexion increasingly soured, fury spewing from within its pupils.

At the South Gate, the Blood Shark was on its last breath, surrounded by only three shark Guards, each maimed and incomplete.

At the West Gate, the lifeblood of the High-Rank Blood Clan was near exhaustion. The ferocious Old monkey relentlessly hammered the High-Rank Blood Clan into plasma, blasting half of their body to pieces. If not for the Blood Clan’s regenerative abilities and near-immortality, they would have been finished long ago.

At the East Gate, the fight was back and forth, but this was dictated by their forms. One a cloud of fog, another merely a shadow. As they fought each other, immune to most damage, the conflict dragged on to a stalemate.

At the North Gate, the forces seemed evenly matched, as no top-notch experts were present. Instead, some dark creatures and doctors from the Clinic were entangled in battle.

“Damn, I should have stayed at the Branch today!”

The Black Moon chieftain inwardly cursed, its aura of danger bursting forth as it suddenly spread its arms towards the moon. Ready to harness moonlight, to unleash a terrifying attack on all the invading enemies on the ground.

Smack.

Suddenly, a well-defined palm rested on its shoulder.

“Hey, you’re too bright, blocking my view of the fight.”

Without warning, a man’s low voice sounded from behind.

The Black Moon chieftain was horror-stricken as it spun around, only to see a large hand pressing down from above. With a thud, an immense force, utterly irresistible, smashed it hard into the interior of the Cathedral.

Thump, thump, thump, thump…

A series of dull thuds ensued as the Black Moon chieftain crashed through five or six layers of ceilings, coughing blood before landing on the first floor with a smack.

“Cough, cough, cough… cough, cough, cough…”

Blood trickled from the corner of its mouth as it shakily rose from the ground, trembling, “What the hell was that?! A person?!”.

Its heart was pounding violently as if it was about to burst out of its chest. The instantaneous fear of being approached and being incapacitated by a single hand within a second was terrifying.

“Phew…” The Black Moon chieftain panted heavily.

“Finally decided to show up? How did you fall from the sky? But it doesn’t matter now, I just need a stone to sharpen my Boxing Method. Pity that you’re already injured, a stone that’s already cracked. Hehehe… Then let me thoroughly smash you to dust!”

A raspy voice tinged with the smell of blood came from the corner.

The Black Moon chieftain turned sharply.

There, at the Underground entrance. A tall man covered in blood plasma stood blocking the way, his right hand holding a squirming dark creature.

With a snap, the dark creature shattered on the spot like porcelain.

And the man turned to the Black Moon chieftain with a bloody smile.