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Chapter 987 - 987 504 Iron Demon Statue (4000)_2

Chapter 987: 504 Iron Demon Statue (4000)_2 Chapter 987: 504 Iron Demon Statue (4000)_2 The flesh of the Moon God is part of the body of the ultimate dark entity, the Moon God.

The Blood of Longevity is a part of the True Ancestor of Blood’s vital essence.

Does the flood of disasters erupting from the Devil Well transformed into Xiadu count as part of its own strength? Logically, each disaster here should be tainted with the aura of Xiadu. Theoretically, that’s the case.

This explains why the Magic Puppet Secret Art was stimulated.

“Sss… sss…”

Sounds akin to a corrosion reaction started to be heard, and wisps of white steam emerged from the surface of the demon statue. The once thirty-meter-tall form began to shrink rapidly, like a deflating balloon. As time ticked away, the towering demon statue strikingly became the size of a human.

The next second, black veins grew and spread across the skin of the demon statue, resembling quivering thin snakes. Whoosh! A wave of disastrous flood washed over, submerging Casio entirely.

After the peak of the wave passed, the body of the demon statue reappeared, floating to the surface.

This time, not only did the veins grow denser and taller like creepers, but also thick white bones extended, resembling the steel framework of a giant airship. Whoosh, the flood surged again.

The demon statue was submerged again, and the next second, it reappeared.

On the white skeleton’s surface, muscles entwined with veins began to grow rapidly, as tough as steel rebars. At the same time, internal organs appeared, connecting with each fluttering vein.

Wave after wave, layer upon layer.

It was as if specifically bringing nutrients to the demon statue.

The demon statue began to redevelop, to regrow. Each muscle’s curvature became more perfect, better suited for exerting force. Each bone became straighter and harder. This was not an illusion formed by spiritual power but a real entity branded on the demon statue’s body. Casio’s Magic Puppet Secret Art, like muscle memory, remembered every detail of the restructuring process during the demon statue’s reformation, locking in each organ, each part, as if meticulously creating a detailed model.

The next time a situation arises, the model could be materialized instantly.

Wave after wave crashed, the flood of disasters grew more tumultuous. However, the speed of the demon statue’s reassembly quickened, and the Magic Puppet Secret Art became more nourished.

Soon, the demon statue returned.

But this time, it was no longer thirty meters tall but a terrifying fifty meters. The entire form had become elongated, but the sense of cold-bloodedness was unmatched by the previous forms. The arm armor featured grooves similar to blood grooves, the edges sharp and vertical, possessing a steel mechanical feel beyond human capability.

Moreover, the moon disc atop the demon statue also changed. In the center, a blood-dripping eye appeared, its pupil swirling like a vortex.

It looked a bit like the Blood Clan.

The Magic Puppet Secret Art devoured the flesh of the Moon God and the Blood of Longevity, gaining twin abilities to enhance strength that were as useless as chicken ribs. However, after the reassembly of the demon statue, these abilities underwent some changes and turned into combat support. Under the shadow of the Blood Moon, the spirits and vital essence of the dark creatures killed by Casio would automatically decompose, sustaining enduring performance.

This allowed the demon statue to hold an advantage in battles of attrition and tug of wars.

Even if deeply engulfed by enemies, it could still fight its way out.

Boom! Bang, bang, bang!

The entire darkness vibrated, the flood of disasters suddenly building up.

With a powerful burst!

Whoosh!

A massive figure flew out, appearing in the real world.

Thud!

The fifty-meter-tall demon statue crashed to the ground, causing the surrounding green mountain forest to tremble violently, with mud splattering around. The demon statue’s legs stood on the earth, it looked up at the cloudless azure sky, then down at the forest floor smooth like a green carpet. Its scarlet eyes slowly dimmed.

“Magic Puppet Secret Art has advanced a notch and absorbed a vast reserve of essence? Maybe there’s no need to rush before reaching the Holy Fist Realm…”

“The strength of my physique now…” the demon statue clenched its fist.

Its five fingers came together, popping loudly. The air between its finger gaps desperately escaped, forming intense white gales. The force was comparable to that of a shell, sweeping the ground and directly snapping two or three large trees.

If previously Casio relied solely on the demon statue to directly combat an Ultimate Fighter. Now, encountering an ordinary Ultimate Fighter would result in an overwhelming victory. Before, when Casio and Whale King Arlington clashed in pure strength, it took him fifteen punches to finally knock him down.

Nowadays, I’m afraid it would take less than ten punches.

A strong sense of his flesh emerged, and Casio felt satisfied inside.

Pop, pop…

On the surface of his body, two crimson stars lit up.

The South Dou Red Vulture Fist had another breakthrough, which was a joy upon joy. In the supreme battle with Whale King Arlington, Casio had won effortlessly. His will had become firmer, his path broader, and his aura more formidable. Thus, representing the dominance of the South Dou Red Vulture Fist, he had directly broken through four acupuncture points, instantly moving him into the Fifth Stage.

And now, he had taken two steps in the Fifth Stage.

Forty-six crimson acupuncture points!

It seemed, he had completely surpassed the Blood Fist Feng Liusi of the past years.

The first time Casio encountered Xiadu, the first time he felt the terror of the Devil Well. But he was not afraid or did not retreat. Casio swung his fist and shattered the outer shell of Xiadu, achieving an unusual victory.

These two breakthrough acupuncture points were a reward for the brave.

Thinking of Xiadu, he suddenly turned his head towards the mountain just now.

Upon looking, there were no tall mountain ranges anymore; they had been leveled to the ground without knowing when. Only large chunks of rocks had fallen in the woods, creating gap-like openings.

And there, the silhouette of Xiadu was gone, and its double had disappeared.

Clearly, the strength of a double was limited; it couldn’t possibly stay in the Real World for long. Its energy must have been completely consumed.

Casio took a deep look at the chaotic battlefield and immediately thought of Magic Phoenix Saint Fist and Whale King Arlington. They must have taken the chance to flee, if they weren’t that foolish. But it didn’t matter anymore…

Xiadu was what mattered most; Xiadu was what Casio cared about the most.

Characters of strength from the Era of Retrospection are ultimately the past that has passed away.

Centuries later, so-called first person of the Secret Martial Arts World in Yana United States, Whale King Arlington, and so-called Deputy Leader of the Door Organization, Magic Phoenix Saint Fist. They are probably a pile of bones now, not knowing where they are hidden, or have died of old age.

Unless, one of them could break through to the Holy Fist Realm.

This… Based on the situation of Casio’s fight with the two,

Whale King Arlington still has a slight possibility, after all, he has walked his own path and way. As for Magic Phoenix Saint Fist, the probability of breaking through the Holy Fist is zero.

This refers to the original timeline, the original trajectory.

If it was Casio interfering, Whale King Arlington definitely wouldn’t be able to make it through the Tyrant Fist path either. The losers don’t have the right to become Tyrant Fist!

Of course, if Whale King Arlington has enough spirit and determination,

he could also work on another path at the age of fifty-five. Try to understand the Saint Fist, to comprehend the Extreme Fist. This is extremely difficult because by the level of the Ultimate Fighter, one’s boxing method and fighting style, as well as the secret martial arts practiced, have fully shaped which path one will take. Changing paths means a thorough retraining, practically denuding oneself of flesh!

I wonder, does Arlington have such thoughts and determination?

If he does,

Even as an enemy, Casio would hold admiration for him.

The breeze was blowing, the air fresh. The sun was bright, trees lush.

I wonder, does Arlington have such thoughts and determination?

If he does,

Even as an enemy, Casio would hold admiration for him.

The breeze was blowing, the air fresh. The sun was bright, trees lush.