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Chapter 961 - 961 492 The Death of the First King (4000)

Chapter 961: 492 The Death of the First King (4000) Chapter 961: 492 The Death of the First King (4000) The fourth King was uncertain, but the expanding gray-white aura in the middle of the battlefield, exploding like a fountain, confirmed the identity of the person.

The first King, the first King who had just returned from a long journey from the Yana United States. The first King who had absorbed the Blood Soul Secret Box and whose strength surged to the Ultimate Fighter Realm. The first King whose strength and status could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Magical Golem Sect’s Saint Fist. Such a renowned expert in the world was actually suppressed, fleeing all the way, yet still caught up to.

Who was it? Who was hunting down the first King?

The leader of the Dark Hunt Organization, the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism?

Or had the Whale King Arlington broken the treaty, turned face, and refused to recognize anyone?

The first King was deeply shocked and full of doubts. However, before she could take any further action, the situation on the battlefield quickly changed.

In the woods, on the earth, a huge charred pit was emitting white smoke like flames burning. Around the pit, the ground cracked inch by inch, and there lay the broken corpses of Demon Bears.

The scene was as if it had been bombed by a heavy-caliber tactical missile.

The final secret skill, Beak of the Blood Vultures, swept across and wreaked terrible destruction. Simultaneously, those dense, dark creatures, the Demon Bears, positioned to besiege, were also wiped out by the terrifying aftermath.

Everything happened in a flash of red light, and the towering silhouette of three meters in height stood rigidly on the spot as if a puppet, incapable of moving. The next second, a shockwave rippled through the air, petrifying all the Demon Bears into sand, crumbling into dust.

Drinking the special potion provided by the Door Organization endowed them with an impervious epidermis and mane, effective against the fists and kicks of Feiyan Gate disciples. However, against the Deathfang Power of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist, and even more so the Deathfang Power of the final secret skill Beak of the Blood Vultures, they were far more fragile than paper.

Just a sweep of the aftermath, and nearly a hundred Demon Bears were dead in the blink of an eye. Many were severely injured, half their bodies decomposed into fragments, while the other half had their blood-soaked, visceral cross-section still writhing. They lay on the ground, panting, awaiting death.

In contrast, the dozen or so remaining disciples of Feiyan Gate, surrounded in the epicenter of the encirclement, saw nothing but the black bulk of Demon Bears’ bodies everywhere, layer upon layer, like an impregnable iron wall.

The formerly tightening iron wall had threatened their lives, but now it had saved them. The Demon Bears used their bodies to shield the disciples of Feiyan Gate from the force of the aftermath of the Beak of the Blood Vultures, leaving none of the remaining disciples of Feiyan Gate injured, all staring blankly around them.

On the battlefield, a core disciple who had just been desperately overrun by a Demon Bear struggled to his feet. His heart throbbed wildly as he gasped for air, his face flushed red, looking around in horror. The Demon Bears stood like sculptures, immobile, their fierce expressions frozen on their faces. Under the moonlight, there was a creepy sense of horror.

The core disciple stumbled backward, bumping into a Demon Bear behind him. He quickly turned around, only to see the Demon Bear he had collided with collapse on the spot. It fell apart, like a heap of weathered gravel spilling down.

A gust of wind blew, and all the Demon Bears in sight turned into billowing sand. The core disciple glanced at the ground where the Demon Bear had pinned him down. That Demon Bear’s entire back had instantly disintegrated, vaporized, quickly leaving only a third of its body intact.

Unintentionally, this Demon Bear had saved him.

It pinned him to the ground and used its body to block the attack.

However, the core disciple had no intention of thanking his enemy. He immediately activated his Secret Martial Art and rushed towards the remaining crowd of Feiyan Gate.

Boom!

Behind him, a ring of air waves burst forth with a fierce momentum.

From the depths of the pit, a black silhouette soared into the sky. His clothes were tattered, and only half of his cloak remained. His face, covered with a pale osseous mask, also bore a few minor cracks.

Blood dripped from his hands hanging by his sides, revealing bones. The gray-white aura erupted wildly from his body, reacting with the Deathfang Power at his forearms, emitting white smoke as it poured out.

“Why must you pursue me so relentlessly? I admit my fault for disturbing your cultivation just now and should not have spoken out of turn about your Magical Golem Sect. I am willing to apologize…” gasped the first King, breathlessly speaking. He was always a man capable of bending and stretching; even as one of the rare Ultimate Fighters, he could swallow his pride. After all, pride is not as important as life itself.

The past fifty kilometers of running, both parties sprinting while exchanging blows amid the mountain ranges, sometimes a single shove could blast away half a hillside, a collision could flatten a swath of woods. The more the first King fought with Casio, the more frightened he became, completely overpowered and at a disadvantage. Whether it was his exquisite boxing method, the lethality of his fists, the substantial layer of his Qi, his physical strength, he couldn’t take any advantage. The only slight edge was the variety of secret techniques and burst skills inherited from the many strong essences of the Blood Soul Secret Box.

These secret techniques and burst skills were all masterful in their own way, targeting every aspect of single combat. Some were responsible for quick energy recovery, some for rapid healing, some for hardening local muscle defenses, and some for making punches faster and more powerful. It took the first King years to integrate everything into his own 77 secret techniques.