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Chapter 392 - 392 229 Bloodhand Fist Flame Python (4100)_2

?Chapter 392: 229 Bloodhand Fist: Flame Python (4100)_2 Chapter 392: 229 Bloodhand Fist: Flame Python (4100)_2 The crowd around the martial arts field, men and women alike, were discussing. They were all secret martial artists, with strength usually equivalent to that of a boxing master.

After all, they are the stationed masters of various martial arts school branches, and without some strength, the headquarters of the secret martial arts school would not send them to maintain order.

In the center of the field, Casio’s eyes were under the shadow of his hat.

He quietly stared at his opponent ten meters away.

The master of the Bloodhand Fist, Diaz, stepped into the realm of the fighter five years ago and is now fifty-five. Nicknamed Flame Python, his aggressive attack approach and the bloodhand secret art he cultivated made him quite threatening.

He was dressed in long trousers and a long shirt, with white hair. He looked about thirty years old, with an extraordinary appearance. However, he was missing a small part on the lobe of his right ear, which seemed to be a remnant of a healed injury.

Casio’s attention was not elsewhere, but on Diaz’s two hands. This pair of palms was noticeably larger than an average person’s but didn’t show signs like wide joints or calluses which could have resulted from cultivation. Instead, they were slender and shiny, perfect. Like a pianist who has been practicing for many years.

However, Casio’s sharp gaze still noticed the unusual features on these hands. There was a red dot on Diaz’s fingernails, and starting from the red dot, a faint line extended up to the back of his hand. It looked like the meridians, and a bit like the surface of the bones, slowly extending to the wrist.

On the wrist, the red lines formed a closed circle.

“Just like what Feng Liusi said, the Bloodhand Secret Art focuses on the five fingers. His entire martial art skills should be all in his palm.”

Casio was certain, then he raised his head and met Diaz’s gaze. It seemed as if gunpowder was being ignited in the air.

“You don’t seem to be from Windsor County, right? I wonder which county you are from? So, I can visit you later…”

Diaz said word by word, although his tone had no emotional fluctuations, it actually had a touch of gunpowder.

This stranger fighter who came to challenge their gym acted in a style quite different from other fighters of secret martial arts schools. Instead, he carried a sharp force as if he was a sword tip aiming at your eyes directly, giving people a very uncomfortable metallic sharpness.

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