Chapter 589 - Die Here Like A Good Boy! (1)

In fact, two years ago, Cassius had entered White Bird Holy Fist Qi world during the expedition to the Eternal Archipelago. He had not just honed the Southern Dipper Waterbird Fist but also obtained much crucial secret information.

Among them were details about the trump cards and methods the Holy Fists had left behind in the real world. Since the real world was ultimately humanity's home field, it had not been very difficult for the Holy Fists to leave something behind.

Deep Ice Ultimate Fist was an exact example of one of those hidden trump cards. Once the real world faced a major incident or drastic upheaval, the Will of Deep Ice Ultimate Fist would return and join the battle.

Clearly, the wide-scale tide of calamity that had descended this time, causing three weak points in the real world to overlap with the World of Calamity, was unquestionably a monumental event.

An enormous number of the Evil Eye clan had invaded through the coastal weak spot, and the Ultimate Dark Form, Seranar King, had descended into the present world. It was without doubt the noisiest and most aggressively dangerous of the three weak-points.

Therefore, when the sweeping calamity tide raged through the World of Calamity and spilled over into the real world, Deep Ice Ultimate Fist awakened from a frozen cave in the arctic ocean, and his newly reinstated Will rushed over!

Cassius already knew the relevant secrets, and vaguely sensed the approaching Holy Fist-level aura as he hurried along to the eastern coastline of the Hongli Empire. Consequently, the murderous urge that had already been stirring in his heart flared up and became impossible to suppress.

𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Seranar King, you had best cower in the World of Calamity like a turtle hiding in its shell. If you show yourself in the real world, then two Holy Fists will be waiting for you!

In the sky above the summit of Saint Lun Mountain, the solitary red eye beneath the hood of the cloaked phantom flickered violently, as though shock and regret swept across it.

"This was a trap!"

The Seranar King had originally thought himself cautious enough. He had sent hundreds of thousands, even millions, of dark creatures to probe just how strong Cassius, the newly promoted Dominator Fist, truly was.

Afterward, he had launched apparently ineffective attacks to saturate the surrounding region with Seranar energy. That allowed the majority of his Will to descend, so he could exert his full strength for a short time without the surface world's constraints. In that case, he might have been able to attempt to hunt Cassius.

However, the Seranar King was not the only one capable of scheming. Cassius had hidden his true strength from the very start, displaying only the level a newly advanced Dominator Fist should possess, thereby luring in the Seranar King.

The buffer zone near the inter-world passage, caught between the clashing rules of the World of Calamity and the surface world, was in utter chaos. Even an Ultimate Dark Form like the Seranar King could not sense Deep Ice Ultimate Fist rushing in beyond that buffer zone and thus took the bait.

Only now, when the aura of Deep Ice Ultimate Fist locked onto him from afar, did he suddenly realize what he had stepped into. But it was already too late.

A violent psychic roar rippled through the sky. "Get out of my way!"

The enormous robed phantom that had swelled to several kilometers high now shrank rapidly, condensing to about three meters in the blink of an eye. It was a sign that the Seranar King was going all out.

Both Holy Fists and Ultimate Dark Forms already possessed might akin to the gods of myth. They were capable of leveling mountains or reshaping the natural terrain with a single move. However, that was mainly the combat mode they used against foes below the Holy Fist tier.

When Holy Fists and Ultimate Dark Forms truly became serious and engaged in life-and-death combat with enemies of the same level, they naturally refined and gathered their power.

Whether in defense or offense, wouldn't higher density and heavier mass always hold the advantage? Thus, the Seranar King's shrinking form did not denote weakness; on the contrary, it meant he was about to fight with his full strength!

The crimson robe fluttered, and one small yet profound vortex after another suddenly appeared on its heavy fabric. Eyes started to sprout in dense clusters within the vortices.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Extremely concentrated threads of Seranar energy extended from the pupils of those eyes, brushing lightly over his shoulders, waist, and arms. They ultimately converged upon the strange weapon tightly clenched in the Seranar King's right hand.

The weapon frenziedly absorbed the Seranar energy and immediately emitted a dazzling red glow. Its shape changed abruptly, gradually transforming into a gigantic cross-shaped sword.

One meter, three meters, five meters... It only stopped expanding at six meters. Pitch-black eyeballs slowly opened one after another on the entire blade of the cross sword which radiated eerie red light.

Arranged in neat rows, their pupils exuded crazed ferocity, and strange ripples spread across the sword. These were Eyes of Black Inscription. They represented ultimate destruction, corrosion, and sharpness. They were one of the three supreme ocular powers mastered by the Seranar King!

Any being below Holy Fist that caught so much as a glance from a Black Inscription Eye would crumble and die within moments. Some would melt into putrid flesh, others would become immobile statues of red light, and still others be sliced down to bare bones.

This sword had a full ten Black Inscription Eyes aligned in a row, each adding its own lethality.

Ding ding ding ding ding!

Half of the Black Inscription Eyes on the surface of the cross sword lit up. The blood-red robed silhouette of the Seranar King vanished in an instant, reappearing like a ghost before Cassius.

He didn’t bother with probing or hesitation, and simply swung the sword at Cassius with brutal decisiveness. The six-meter Black Inscription Cross Sword tore through the air, producing an exceptionally keen hum. Its crimson-sparked tip carved a deadly yet beautiful smooth arc as it brought the terrifying might of the eyes closing in!

Swish!

Cassius struck back, rending the air with one arm and hooking upward. Five red filaments ran from his shoulder all the way to his fingertips. His fingers snapped together, condensing like iron pincers into the shape of a bird's beak. The cry of a raptor hung in the air, as he left a long red arc as an afterimage.

Clang!!!

The crisp metallic sound of contact was amplified a thousandfold, making the earth tremble. Cassius's extended right hand blocked the Seranar King's Black Inscription Cross Sword!

No, it was five Spiral Fang spears that had clamped tightly onto the sword's blade. They were like five vulture beaks nailed into the edge of the blade. Terrifying sparks burst outward.

Zing, zing!

The contest of strength between the two sent shockwaves through the air. Cassius's five fingers were now coated in scarlet Qi, faintly manifesting sharp phantom beaks of Blood Vultures. They were colored so deeply crimson that the beaks seemed to drip blood. Meanwhile, five glowing Black Inscription Eyes stared at the fingers.

If one were to speak of what made the Holy Fist realm entirely different besides the sublimation and expansion of Qi, it would probably be that there were no techniques anymore. The Holy Fist realm had no fixed moves!

The three ultimate skills of the Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist that Cassius had created before—Hundred Palms Thousand Hands, Scarlet Fang Gun, and Crimson Waterfall—had all been simplified and merged into every punch and kick.

The Holy Fist realm needed no techniques, for every blow they threw was itself a technique and an ultimate strike. Hundreds of skills and thousands of mysteries were already melded into a Holy Fist's body.

Just like now, Cassius was clearly using a technique similar to the Scarlet Fang Gun, yet he had not followed the Scarlet Fang Gun's pattern. The move itself was unnecessary, yet its effect appeared with scarcely more than a thought. It was as elusive as a suspended antelope's horn, leaving no traces whatsoever and was impossible to grasp.