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Chapter 982 - 982 502 Sinful Demon Well Endless Calamity (4000)

Chapter 982: 502 Sinful Demon Well, Endless Calamity (4000) Chapter 982: 502 Sinful Demon Well, Endless Calamity (4000) Boom! Boom! Boom!

The black spirit on the Giant Statue’s body burned brighter and more fiercely. Between the crevices of its osseous armor, the spirit flowed out like asphalt, scattering in the air, turning into myriad sparks.

Casio’s momentum and aura completely locked onto Xiadu, unleashing a punch filled with terrifying force. This punch was absolutely unavoidable by anyone below the Holy Fist Realm, including Xiadu’s avatar!

Boom!!!

The steel-forged gauntlet clenched into a fist. At the joints, sharp and hard arcs of steel covered the knuckles. The Demon Idol’s Iron Fist exploded through the air inch by inch, instantly pulling out a massive vacuum tunnel.

The fist surged forward at high speed, friction actually sparking golden-red fire.

It was like a meteor falling, slamming hard toward the opposite Xiadu.

Bang!

The mountain shook, stones flew, and the shock wave cleared everything in its path.

The towering Demon Idol stood atop the mountain peak, its feet rooted in the ground like gnarled ancient tree trunks, its iron tower-like body stretched recklessly into the sky. It leaned slightly forward, maintaining the posture of a downward punch. Below the fist, surprisingly, there lay a deep pit billowing with black smoke.

With the pit at the center, the surrounding area was riddled with cracks covering almost two-thirds of the mountaintop. It seemed as if it might collapse any second.

Within the fist-shaped pit, at the rock base over thirty meters below, the intense heat scorched the cave wall, almost forming glass-like transparent crystals. A black silhouette was fully embedded in the ground, obviously hammered into the rock layer by the Demon Idol’s tremendous might, like a nail.

Crack, crack, crack…

A chorus of shattering sounds echoed in the pit as the rocks split apart.

Xiadu stepped out once more, standing at the bottom of the pit. He seemed unhurt, his Black Cloak undamaged. His aura remained full and round, giving off an absolute sense of indestructibility.

At the bottom of the pit, Xiadu slowly raised his head to look at the ground and sky above.

Only a third of the sunlight filtered down, with the rest obstructed by the enormous head and upper body of a massive being. Below the snake-belly-style helmet mask, fierce crimson eyes burned bright. The bizarre hair hanging down from the back of the head overlapped heavily, resembling the battle cloak of a Knight.

Xiadu and the Demon Idol held each other’s gaze for less than half a second before—Boom! A huge fist pressed down, smashing into the pit like a giant pile driver. In an instant, the air inside compressed under the pressure, escaping through the gaps between the Idol’s fist and the cave wall, forming visible white torrents of air, akin to a fountain, with temperatures reaching nearly a hundred degrees.

Boom! The mountain’s summit trembled, and further cracks appeared.

Like a giant spiderweb, the cracks covered over half the mountain.

In the pit, the cave wall completely turned into a glassy substance, with the moisture inside instantly evaporating as high temperatures swept through. Xiadu’s body was smashed into the solid rock layer again, fixed in the mountain like a tight nail.

“Strength! That is precisely my advantage!”

Though others also practiced top secret martial arts and had robust Qi, among the Ultimate Fighters, there were those like the Magic Phoenix Saint Fist who had pushed their Qi quantity to an unsurpassable limit. The devastating force reached by Southern Dou’s Power was also incomparable, and while other Ultimate Fighters might not possess such force, they had their own explosive secret moves, albeit not as powerful as Southern Dou’s Power.

The Ultimate Fighter’s physical strength, however, was different; it was a cut above the rest. To date, no Ultimate Fighter had even come close to Casio’s level of physique, not even able to look up to it.

Let alone catch a glimpse of Casio’s retreating back on the path of physical prowess.

Let alone chase after him.

Casio chose to use the most unadulterated violence, an overt and dominating power, to crush upon Xiadu. He played to his strengths and targeted the enemy’s weaknesses.

If Xiadu’s physical strength truly was a weakness in his avatar.

“Take another punch from me!!!”

Before Xiadu could surge out from the rock layer, the Demon Idol that Casio transformed into suddenly inhaled sharply, its broad chest expanding rapidly like a large umbrella opening. Swirls of air turned into a visible milky white vortex, rolling backward into the snake-belly helmet’s grid-like mouthpiece. His power instantly ignited, like a flash flood erupting from every single cell, every organ, every inch of muscle in his body.

Casio punched down, his pitch-black armor right arm accelerating like a rocket booster. Bone Armor shattered, with the jetting blood burning like flames. Fist, wrist, elbow, the refracted airflow vibrated.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!

The entire colossal body of the Idol seemed to be driven by the right fist, drilling into the ground like a boring machine, crashing into the pit. The third punch hit Xiadu! With a meteor explosion, it was as if a series of Explosion Landmines detonated within the mountains. Half the peak crumbled entirely, with rubble scattering toward the sky and forest like blossoms raining down. The smaller pieces were about the size of a human head, while the larger ones were bigger than a house, the cross-section full of edges and corners.

Casio pressed through half the mountain, the monstrous fist of the Idol pinned against Xiadu, constantly spewing explosive force. That force was now at its limit, with the enormous recoil causing almost all of his right arm to shatter, both the external armor and internal muscles riddled with dense cracks. Even the tough Skeleton broke into three pieces.