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Chapter 953 - 953 488 Saint Fist Corpse Head (4200)

Chapter 953: 488 Saint Fist Corpse Head (4200) Chapter 953: 488 Saint Fist Corpse Head (4200) Waves rolled onto the beach in layers, making a sound reminiscent of windblown sand. Momentarily receding, they left a trail of shattered white foam. A salt-tinged sea breeze lifted the hem of the cloak.

On the flat, open beach, the shadows of two figures were elongated by the moonlight.

“Tomorrow, I will seek out Arlington to reaffirm our agreement. If possible, we’ll also set a time, probably departing in three to four days. By then, the Magic Phoenix should have already arrived at East Sea County…” Mask said, glancing in the direction of East Sea City.

“Three to four days might be too hasty. East Sea City is hosting the International Martial Arts Exchange, attracting fighters from the Hong Li Empire’s Secret Martial Arts World and other countries’ martial arts schools. Surely, there will be no shortage of combatants at the fighter level, and even warriors of the king’s level may appear. Whale King Arlington’s momentum is fierce, and it will make him a target for many; if multiple kings level fighters attack him, it might not be so easy for Arlington to emerge victorious…” the Fourth King pondered for a moment before offering some advice.

“Hehehe…”

Mask suddenly let out a sharp laugh, chilling like a night owl in the mountains, a stark contrast to his previously flat tone, which was as still as dead water. Even the Fourth King, a senior member of the Door Organization, felt a chill down his spine and shifted his footsteps to the side.

“An assault by numerous kings level fighters is a threat to Arlington and beings of my caliber?” Mask slowly shook his head, his words laced with immense confidence, “The last openly acknowledged boxing master in the Hong Li Empire’s Secret Martial Arts World died twenty years ago. Without a fighter of the same realm, it’s impossible to stop someone at Arlington’s level…”

He turned around, silently facing the Fourth King. The dark, deep pupils visible through the holes in his mask were terrifying, “Before I absorbed the Blood Soul Secret Box, out of the six of you, I could only defeat two if you joined forces. If one of you was the Second, I might even be at a disadvantage. But now, having barely reached that realm by absorbing the Blood Soul Secret Box, everything has changed. With all six of you coming at me together, I’m confident I can remain undefeated. And one by one, I’ll find the flaws, break through each in turn, and firmly seize the upper hand!”

“You, no, even the other kings, still don’t grasp the concept of the Ultimate Fighter’s level. This is the only realm beneath Saint Fist… it already represents the pinnacle of what humans can achieve!”

“You actually think a few kings level can make Arlington exert himself? Hehehe…” Mask scoffed with a growing madness, “It seems you need a proper lesson…”

“Wha—””Boom!”

The Fourth King had barely uttered a syllable when a sudden, intense pain exploded in her abdomen, and a forceful power sent her flying.

Whoosh! She became a black meteor, shooting straight into the woods. Crashing through trees in a series of loud thuds, she finally collided with a tree trunk, broad as a man’s embrace, and came to a forced halt, slumping to the ground. From high above, a straight, hundreds of meters long alley was now visible through the tree-lined beach.

Every tree and bush along the path was violently pushed aside.

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

Amidst the disheveled brush, the Fourth King coughed violently. Blood spilled from her mouth, reddening her lips even more, and her beautiful features twisted together in pain. She felt as if her spine was broken, the pain unbearable. Her abdomen, struck by the fist, was burning, and her internal organs ached, leaving her wondering if they had been ruptured.

“Has the First gone mad?! He nearly killed me with one punch!”

The Fourth King knew that since the First had absorbed the Evil Object, he often experienced bouts of confusion, such as memory decline, irritability, paranoia. But she had not anticipated that the First would be so volatile, acting like a person with mental illness, ready to fight and kill at a moment’s notice. The Fourth still couldn’t understand what she had done to provoke the First’s anger.

On the beach, the pupils beneath the openings of Mask’s mask had turned blood red, becoming even more eerie and crazed under the pure moonlight. His foot pressed down on the ground, and the whole beach shook violently as if a landmine had exploded beneath, with gravel soaring skyward. Mask disappeared on the spot, like a shell bounding forward, breaking through the stout trees. Violently carving out another narrow path in the woods.

“That bastard the First, when the Vice Leader arrives… I definitely will…”

The Fourth King leaned against the tree trunk, her ragged clothes whispering curses. But her dissatisfaction was abruptly cut off, for from the darkness behind her, a terrifying silhouette, like a sculpture, had emerged. A large hand extended from beneath the black cloak, resting on the Fourth King’s head, its fingers applying light pressure.

As if at any moment, it would crush her skull like a watermelon.

The Fourth King was struck with fear, not daring to utter a single word, her sweat soaking through her clothes to reveal her shivering, slender body.

“Kill her!” “Eat her!” “Rape her first, then kill!” “Why not kill first, then rape!” “I love skeletons! White skeletons are the most beautiful…”

Behind her, the dark silhouette rambled incoherently as if in a trance. Each sentence carried a different pitch and emotion—extreme excitement, cruelty, coldness, or insanity—as if a dozen or two dozen people were expressing their opinions simultaneously.