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Chapter 958 - 958 490 This is the Victory of Martial Arts (4000)_2

Chapter 958: 490 This is the Victory of Martial Arts (4000)_2 Chapter 958: 490 This is the Victory of Martial Arts (4000)_2 Five drops of essence blood; that was all that the First King had in reserve, and the only thing that could alleviate the side effects under certain special circumstances. Taking a drop of essence blood when his sanity was on the brink would suppress the madness in his mind, acting almost like a sedative. However, this method was only a temporary solution and could lead to increasingly severe side effects. After all, consuming essence blood almost consistently resulted in a loss of sanity.

Though it could enhance the First King’s strength, it was undoubtedly a deadly poison. Once the user could no longer suppress the side effects, all the previously accumulated disadvantages would burst forth simultaneously, putting him in a life-threatening situation. The First King was aware of all these, yet he still chose to use it.

Thanks to the existence of the Pure Mask, the First King had found a way to counteract the disadvantages of the Blood Soul Secret Box. The Pure Mask was a treasure that plunged its wearer into a state of extreme indifference without desire or want, a sage-like mode.

It just so happened to counteract the side effects of the Blood Soul Secret Box.

As long as the First King could obtain the Pure Mask, he would be able to use the Blood Soul Secret Box without any side effects, recklessly enhancing his power. Even his own manic and chaotic state of will could be resolved, making him a truly complete Ultimate Fighter. By then, all the fighters and exotic species in the world would become his prey, aiding in his continuously skyrocketing strength. At that point, even replacing the Magic Phoenix Holy Fist wouldn’t be out of the question! Perhaps, he might even have the chance to peek at the legendary Holy Fist Realm…

Deep in the dense woods, a slight smile curved up at the corners of the mouth beneath the First King’s mask.

He clicked the Blood Soul Secret Box shut with a snap, slowly turned his head, and gazed towards the faintly visible manor in the distance. Ivy Manor, the Magical Golem Sect residence as mentioned by Arlington. Reportedly, this sect had four fighters of substantial caliber, rich in heritage. However, choosing to reside in the Eastern Sea Suburb simply gave him opportunities. If they were located in the East Sea City District, with so many martial arts schools congregating, the First King would not be able to act boldly and would have to stealthily strike on occasion.

A maximum of one target per attempt, inefficient.

And with the risk of being discovered. Facing so many high-level fighters, even the First King had to temporarily avoid their sharp edges.

But in the suburbs, there were no others within a few hundred meters.

It was simply too perfect for making a move.

Even though the sect known as Magical Golem had four fighters, none, according to Arlington’s intelligence, reached the top fighter status.

In that case, the First King wasn’t worried about anyone escaping.

Tonight, he was destined to go on a killing spree!

Given the significant number of targets this time, even the murderous First King felt a bit excited. He lightly tapped his foot, speeding through the forest, suddenly bearing the controlling sense of a hunter stalking his prey at night.

Bang bang bang… Boom!

His steps accelerated, ending with a flying kick. The First King’s body emanated bursts of white air currents that enveloped him. As he glided out, he looked very much like a meteor with a fiery tail.

Bang bang bang…

The dozen or so large trees directly in his path were broken through.

The First King smashed through the thick white enclosure wall of Ivy Manor, his body wrapped in surging white steam, and he entered the courtyard with strong yet slow strides as shards of stones rained down around him.

His gaze instantly swept over the four people inside the manor, his smile gradually intensifying, “You’re all here, gathered together, saving me the trouble of looking for you…”

Boom… Boom… Boom… Boom…

The momentum of the four Clinic Commanders instantly exploded, their black cloaks floating like dark clouds, as the intense killing intent converged in the courtyard.

“Get out!!!” the four exclaimed in unison.

“Heh heh…” The first king chuckled lightly, his pitch-black eyes gradually stained with blood: “No one has ever spoken to me like that before. Usually, whether it’s an enemy or a subordinate, if they speak to me with even a slightly louder voice, I kill them and turn them into delightful snacks. And you four should be enough to make a whole dish…”

“Then we will become one. You in me, and I in you!” The first king spread his arms, his formidable aura bursting forth relentlessly. That aura turned into a semi-transparent wave that resonated out, ultimately affecting Casio in the room, who was finishing writing the last part of the Shadow Moon Fist. His fingers trembled, nearly ruining all his efforts.

Today, Casio was in good form, becoming increasingly proficient with the Qi Seal Inscription Method. It seemed that in just a moment, the Southern Dipper Secret Transmission’s first boxing method, the Shadow Moon Fist, would be complete.

However, an unexpected enemy nearly destroyed everything. At the desk, Casio slowly lifted his head, his expression cold, his eyes staring directly at the first king in the courtyard, who was emitting a powerful aura.

If someone familiar with him were present, they would know that Casio’s expressionless face indicated he was the most enraged, like the calm before a volcanic eruption.

Within the courtyard, the first king took a few steps forward when he suddenly felt an intense resonance in his mind from the fragments of the door. At the same time, a terrifying glance, sharp as steel needles, struck from the right side.

It made the first king impossible to ignore.

He suddenly turned his head, looking towards the room lit by candlelight.

Shriek! Hiss! Boom!

Everything before him seemed to fade into nothingness, leaving only the most prominent things standing under the moonlight. It was a giant statue as tall and majestic as a lofty mountain, draped in heavy, fierce bone armor, emanating a chilling demonic qi. It was like the purest combat machine, born for slaughter, dying for slaughter. Above its head, a ring of blood-red halo perfectly aligned with the pale white moon.

Not just that, on the Demon Idol’s left shoulder, a Blood Vulture Bird with wings large enough to cover the skies descended from a deep red vortex, its iron claws as solid as metal, its wings like layers of terrifying, burning flames. Its crimson eyes were dripping blood.

On the Demon Idol’s right arm, a purple-scaly Python wound around like creeper climbing a tree. On its shoulder, a snake head with fiercely bared tusks was perched, its mouth interior spiraled.

The three images delivered an incomparable shock to the first king.

He felt, whether it was the Demon Idol, the Blood Vulture Bird, or the Sonic Snake, each seemed to possess a terrifying strength capable of contending with him. All three together? No need to think about it, he was definitely no match!

Bang!

The first king’s whole body shook, his qi burst forth explosively, and he snapped out of that illusory state. He saw the man in the black trench coat still sitting at the desk, eyes quietly watching this way, motionless. The first king took a deep breath, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth under the mask. He retracted his overwhelming aura and stepped back gradually.

Under the gaze of the four commanders, he opened the door and then closed it with a click. Soon after, a ‘bang’ sounded from outside, as though a bomb had exploded. Outside, a black meteor struck towards the dense woods at an unmatched speed, and flew faster and stronger. The meteor plunged into the woods, directly breaking some trees that blocked its path.

The first king fled decisively, without any hesitation or dragging it out.

At that moment, he had thought of fighting desperately, but the first king felt that the terrible enemy seemed to be distracted by other matters and temporarily unable to beat him. Thus, the first king decisively fled!

In the courtyard, the four commanders were also looking at each other. They had told the first king to get out, he had ignored them, but a few seconds later, he did just that. What happened to his defiant attitude when he walked in? Could it be recovered?

Inside the room next to the courtyard, Casio’s eyelids drooped as his finger pressed down firmly—the Shadow Moon Fist was complete. Bang! The ground trembled violently, the entire Ivy Manor shook, and half the room collapsed on the spot. Amidst the flying debris, a silhouette burst out, chasing like a meteor.