บท 368: 217 Death Fang (4000)_2

Boom, boom, boom!

Dust was flying all over the wilderness, both their footsteps creating a dozen or so deep pits in the ground around them. The clash of fists stirred up the dust, creating ripples of shock waves in the air.

"Show me your kill shot! This is nothing! If the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist is only at this level, then what kind of Blood Fist is it?"

Casio, in his killer persona, was irritable and frantic. With this state and temporal negation of Feng Liusi's fighter's aura through the demon idol's life field, he managed to speedily recover most of his chest injuries with his exceptional regenerative abilities.

The situation had return to a stalemate of continued blows.

The already arrogant killer persona of Casio became even more haughty.