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Chapter 962 - 962 492 The Death of the First King (4000)_2

Chapter 962: 492 The Death of the First King (4000)_2 Chapter 962: 492 The Death of the First King (4000)_2 All the secret techniques fit together like gears, unified into the offensive and defensive means of the first King. They are known as the Seventy-Seven Secrets.

However, even with the Seventy-Seven Secrets, they couldn’t provide an advantage against the current opponent. At most, they offered a richer arsenal of defensive tactics that allowed one to withstand greater pressure and flee further in a tangle.

Under the moonlight, the first King stood at the edge of a pit. Two blood holes appeared on his shoulders and chest, emitting blood qi like red fog evaporating into the air. Moreover, his heavily wounded body began to heal rapidly, with his hands, where bone and flesh had separated, bubbling with steam as new flesh grew.

The Thirteenth Secret, Blood Core, creates six blood qi cores within the body. When the injuries are severe, shattering a core can heal the wounds quickly.

“Ssss… swoosh… ssss… swoosh…”

The pores of the first King’s body continuously opened and closed as if they were tiny mouths, greedily drawing in oxygen and strength while expelling waste.

The uniform breathing sounds overlapped, resembling the long trumpeting of an elephant’s trunk. A vortex whipped up around him, with streams of air swirling in disarray.

The Thirty-Second Secret, Qi Pores. Passively activated, the more intense the combat, the more vigorous the breathing of the qi pores, which continuously replenishes the body with oxygen and stamina.

Glimmers of light constantly flashed on the first King’s body, evidently various secret techniques being activated, whether passively or actively. In an instant, no fewer than ten secret techniques were in operation, rapidly restoring him.

“Tap tap tap…”

Not far from the dense forest, a silhouette draped in a trench coat slowly emerged.

Casio’s face, with its distinct features, was expressionless, colder than the chill moonlight striking his profile. He looked at the first King as one would a dead man, with neither joy nor sorrow. Having just been pursued the whole way, Casio had essentially figured out the first King’s strength which was about the level of an entry-level Ultimate Fighter, a bit more potent than the Totem King’s technique, Golden Totem Wraith, but not by much.

It was merely enough to barely reach the threshold of the limit.

During the continuous chase and confrontation with the first King, Casio kept intensifying his attacks. Gradually, he forced out all seventy-seven of the King’s secret techniques. Although numerous, none were extraordinary. In short, there were no tactics that felt particularly dangerous or formidable. In Casio’s eyes, they were somewhat mediocre. The opponent dabbled in all areas but excelled in none.

Such a Fighter, when bullying opponents weaker than himself, can be utterly despairing, suffocating with their oppressive power. But when facing stronger ones, they are hard-pressed to resist and can only run away.

In terms of threat level, they’re less than a Glass Cannon.

So, after continuous probing, Casio confirmed the limit of his opponent’s strength. He finally decided to completely obliterate the first King here.

If the first King didn’t have any self-destructive tactics.

Then he was as good as dead…

The aftermath of the battle stirred up an open space in the dense forest, under the moonlight.

The first King had already recovered to about eighty percent. His eyes, somewhat fearful, watched Casio as if sensing the rising killing intent, “You’re indeed stronger than I am, but as you’ve seen during our fight along the way, you can’t kill me. I may not excel in combat offense, but I have a dozen ways to stay alive…”

“Even under your lethal moves, I’ve nearly fully recovered in less than half a minute.” The first King spread his arms, showing off the freshly grown tender skin: “Are you sure you want to continue fighting?”

Casio smiled faintly, the aura around him growing increasingly intense.

“Why do you harbor such an illusion? Is it because I deliberately controlled my power to avoid killing you, leading you to misjudge my strength?”

In an instant, Casio’s blond hair fluttered, his trench coat billowed. A sound like rivers colliding came from within his body, the meeting of two streams rushing down at the ends of virtual meridians. A glacier and magma clashed, with tiny Life Runes on the back of his hand emitting a dazzling light.

Boom!!!

Deathfang Power and Echo Strength merged into one, transforming into Sonic Fang.

An extreme and terrifying power burst forth, shooting straight into the sky like a column of energy, almost dispersing the clouds above. The first King’s face suddenly changed; he felt an unprecedented danger, one that neither Whale King Arlington nor the Magic Phoenix Saint Fist could bring to him. That deadly oppressive force descended from the sky like a giant hand pressing down on the first King.

“Secret Technique 77!”

He roared, pushing his power with no regard for the cost, as if the blood in his veins were burning and evaporating. The first King’s body lit up in various places, the abnormalities brought forth by his cultivation of secret techniques suddenly manifesting. In an instant, he turned into an ugly monster, his body covered with a dense network of pores, and two flesh tumors bulging on his shoulders.

His fingers became sharp, like blades, with a thin layer of flesh membrane between them, hinting at some unknown function. Despite his frightening appearance, the first King’s aura indeed burst to its peak.

At this moment, the mask on his face also shattered into two pieces, revealing a terrifying visage. It was the overlapping faces of dozens, even hundreds, of people melded into a bizarre monster—men and women, old and young.

Even non-human aberrations, ugly monsters.

The essence blood absorbed by the first King from the Blood Soul Secret Box came with a terrible price, reflected not only in spirit but also in the physical appearance.

For the sake of power, he had turned himself into a monster, step by step.

“How could I possibly die here? The exploration plans for the Eternal Islands are about to commence, and with the combined efforts of three people, the Pure Mask is almost at hand! Once I put on the mask, both my spirit and my appearance will be restored. Moreover, using the Blood Soul Secret Box again will carry no side effects…”

“My strength will see a substantial increase in the coming period…”

“To stand shoulder to shoulder with the Magic Phoenix Saint Fist, or even surpass it.”

“I cannot die here!!!”

Under the oppressive force of Casio’s terrifying power, the first King roared in his heart like a maniac. His entire body emitted a gray-white Qi, enveloping and occupying the space around him for hundreds of meters.

“Want me dead!?” The first King’s eyes spewed blood light, his unprecedented will to survive making him burst forth with power he had never shown before.

The first King even swallowed all five drops of essence blood from the Blood Soul Secret Box, holding nothing back and using all his power to face the enemy.

Lava-like intense heat sprayed from the pores of his body, and with each step he took across the ground, he left behind a massive pit. On the last step, he soared, rushing toward Casio like a jet plane.

His momentum, like a flaming meteor, shook the sky ceaselessly.

However, in Casio’s eyes, it looked more like a moth to the flame.

“Ssssss…”

The horrific sound within his body could no longer be suppressed, spreading wildly and making the surrounding air vibrate. The next second, a terrifying burst of Extreme Power surged out, transforming into a purple-red waterfall.

The waterfall roared as it tore through and exploded the air, forming dense and compact cavities and bubbles, like a fierce torrent. Amidst these purple bubbles was a tornado comprised entirely of crimson teeth.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!…

Mid-air, the two silhouettes collided fiercely, carrying terrible forces. The world seemed to freeze in a stalemate for an instant, but in the blink of an eye, the outcome was decided. The purple-red current that occupied half of the sky swept past, completely crushing the other half’s gray-white fog. It was an impeccable display of violence and destruction.

The first King was sent frantically retreating in mid-air, a purple-red waterfall enveloping and flushing him completely, as he crashed heavily into the earth.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Aaaaaah!”

“Damn you, Arlington, I won’t let you go even as a ghost!!!”