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Chapter 980 - 980 501 Xiadu can also do Southern Dipper Secret

Chapter 980: 501 Xiadu can also do Southern Dipper Secret Martial Art? (4000) Chapter 980: 501 Xiadu can also do Southern Dipper Secret Martial Art? (4000) Upon the fourth retrospection at the Oyon Ruins, Casio had seen the existence of Xiadu within the memories of the old man from the Extreme Fist. That was an ancient battlefield, a land saturated with corpses and blood, where inhuman, sinful monsters walked proudly upon the earth, advancing in formation. And there, in the center of the monstrous array, robed in black, was Xiadu, seemingly a dark sovereign, escorted like royalty.

With relentless momentum, the monster legion marched forward until they met resistance! The ones blocking their path were two experts of the Saint Fist realm—one was the corpse’s original owner from Extreme Fist, and the other was Tyrant Fist. They charged into the formation, tearing through it as if breaking bamboo, assaulting with the aim of challenging and killing Xiadu!

And the outcome, Casio, viewing from the vantage point of the future, had already witnessed.

Xiadu was not killed, instead he almost single-handedly founded the overpowering Door Organization. Meanwhile, only a corpse remained of the old Extreme Fist practitioner, his core essence and Qi nowhere to be found. Perhaps, he still stood in eternal confrontation with Umirah, the True Ancestor of Blood and the Ultimate Dark Entity, in the World of Calamities?

Just like Casio had encountered with Tyrant Fist standing in opposition to the Totem King.

In any case, with Xiadu being an entity not even two Saint Fist experts could kill, he was placed at the highest tier of danger in Casio’s mind, warranting extreme caution.

And now, he, or it, had appeared! With a momentum almost suffocating, as if the aura of an evil source itself. If it were an ordinary person, they would have turned and walked away immediately, not staying a moment longer.

But Casio was different. He had long wanted to witness just how formidable the leader of the Door Organization, Xiadu, really was—what capabilities did this uncrowned king of the underground world possess over thousands of years, and what was he made of? Curiosity was one reason. Secondly, the opponent’s state was clearly abnormal, with flesh that was illusionary rather than made of blood and bone.

It seemed more like how Casio would enter the World of Calamities in a Qi state, which is a surrogate body formed from a portion of the main body’s power.

At least, with the keen senses from Kashiou Golem’s secret weapon training, he did not detect on his opponent that extreme, crushing sense of danger and fatality.

This meant that Xiadu’s power in this form was definitely not beyond the realm of an Ultimate Fighter, not reaching the level of either a Saint Fist or Dark Ultimate Entity. As long as it was within the scope of an Ultimate Fighter, Casio was sure to have room to maneuver.

Thinking this far, he couldn’t help but ponder. Maybe there was some kind of limitation in the real world that prevented entities with power beyond certain boundaries from emerging and staying for extended periods. Of course, this naturally included all sorts of Dark Ultimate Entities, and even those from the Secret Martial Arts World who attained the realm of Saint Fist were mostly in seclusion.

Until their physical lifespan reached its limit and they aged, with their will-bearing Qi gone without a trace, and it’s very likely they entered the World of Calamities.

In any case, the Xiadu that had appeared now was most likely not the real body!

Thirdly, Casio had the ultimate safety net—he wouldn’t truly die even if he perished in this retrospection, which made him much bolder.

Coupled with the will inherent from the Tyrant Fist’s path to courageously strike at stronger foes.

He was now eager to try, not thinking of retreat.

“Come! Even if I suffer backlash from my energy today, I want to have a proper battle with you!” Casio instantly made up his mind, changing his original thoughts. Plans couldn’t keep up with the changes, and the Phoenix Saint Fist had actually summoned Xiadu. Initially, he had only planned to throw a single punch, but now it seemed far from enough. Not only was it not enough, but Casio also had to go all out.

Therefore, the internal injuries caused by the disorderly Qi backlash were destined to be endured. Luckily, his Golem Physique could absolutely withstand it in the short term. This was the superiority of the golem secret arts, giving Casio a tremendously solid foundation. He could fight without regard for all sorts of concerns.

He only needed to focus on battling and winning, that was all.

His mind flickered with these complex thoughts for a moment, then he gathered them back just as quickly. Casio dove down from high altitude, descending alongside the Sonic Fang waterfall.

His tattered black trench coat disintegrated inch by inch, fluttering into the sky. The already strong muscles across his body began to swell dramatically, bulging continuously, splitting the sleeves of his clothes. His rock-white skin became thick and tough, like a heavy suit of form-fitting armor.

His right hand, extending behind him, swelled to twice its original size, covered with dense, wriggling veins like a writhing mass of blue-black snakes. His blood surged beneath his skin, Qi welled up from his shoulders, pulled back by his high-speed movement, as if a vibrant red cape.

Screech!

The Blood Vulture Bird soared forth, its claws that could pierce golden stones reached out, converging with Casio’s arm in an instant. Buzz! Overlap! Vibration! A force like a bursting dam slammed into the air, smashing directly towards Xiadu.

Bang!!!

The mountaintop trembled violently, spreading thick cracks along the cliffs and precipices, with rubble tumbling down. Dust exploded, the air distorted, and only two blurry silhouettes could be seen standing still against each other. Bang! Another explosion.

The dust cleared with the shockwave, revealing the scene below.

Casio’s fist, thrown with all his might, was blocked by Xiadu’s right hand, the mountain-crushing force dissolved by those pale white fingers as if it were nothing.

Thump!

A kick flew out, Casio’s right leg shot forth like a meteor.

Thud!

The snapping kick was intercepted mid-air, colliding with Xiadu’s right leg.

A cold glint flashed in Casio’s eyes as he suddenly spun, his withdrawn right arm straightening out like a vicious saber slashing downward!

Thump!

Xiadu lifted both arms, catching Casio’s strike accurately. In that instant, a fierce kick lashed out, hitting squarely in the chest.