"What a terrifying wound!"
Casa sucked in a breath of cold air.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end like steel needles.
He thought that the attack that caused this wound must have been silent at first. It must have been mixed in with the storm-like attacks, and the crocodile head did not pay any attention to it.
Perhaps the crocodile head only felt that his armpit was bitten by a bug the moment he was hit.
Then, the left side of his chest and his heart were completely smashed into mush.
But, wait …
Casa gestured, feeling very awkward. "How could the attacker attack the crocodile head's armpit?"
The armpit was the same as the eyes, lower body, and temples. They were all vital parts of the body.
It was usually very difficult to hit with the arms blocking the crocodile head's body.
Unless the attacker first lured the crocodile head into attacking, making the crocodile head raise his arms high and expose the vital part under his armpit. Then, with a lightning-fast attack, he could end the battle and the crocodile head's life.
But the crocodile head was not stupid.
Among the five great clans, the Dark Shadow Clan was famous for stealth, assassination, and sneak attacks.
The crocodile head's father was originally a Dark Shadow Warrior.
Having inherited part of the Dark Shadow Bloodline, even at his craziest moment, he was more cunning than most Minotaur Warriors.
How did the attacker manage to trick the crocodile head? Or rather, how much did he pay?
"'Night Devil' was injured."
Blacktooth answered Casa's question. "From our investigation of the scene and the analysis of the family witch doctor, Night Devil first exposed the vital part of his neck, allowing the crocodile head to tear off a large piece of flesh from his neck. This made the crocodile head think that he had a chance to kill the legendary 'Night Devil'. In his excitement, he exposed a fatal flaw."
"Neck …"
Casa frowned deeply.
He had thought that he had seen too many ruthless people.
Including himself, they were all ruthless people who would not frown even if their tendons and bones were broken.
But the ferocity of the Night Devil greatly exceeded his expectations.
Purposely getting injured to lure the enemy to attack was not a brilliant tactic.
But it was rare to see someone so decisive and ruthless as to take a heavy blow to the neck in exchange for the enemy's flaw.
One had to know that the neck was related to the cervical vertebrae, trachea, and aorta. If one was not careful, their entire head would be torn off by the crocodile head.
Was Night Demon so confident that he could control every detail of the moment of life and death so precisely that he could still kill Crocodile Head when blood was gushing out of his neck?
Speaking of which, this also meant …
"Is Night Demon heavily injured?"
Casava pondered. "Are we going to capture someone with a serious injury on his neck or shoulder?"
"Not necessarily. Judging from the series of attacks carried out by the Night Devil, this is a very meticulous person. He is a person who can predict our actions and even our thoughts in advance. He is a ghost that is floating around us. He wouldn't leave such an obvious flaw."
Blacktooth said, "I've always had a very strange feeling. Compared to his meticulous planning and sharp combat strength, the most terrifying thing about this Night Devil is his recovery and growth speed.
"That's right, he's growing.
"In the past seven days, the series of attacks were not just to disrupt Blackhorn City, take revenge on the Blood Hoof Tribe, snatch the Totem Armor, or incite the Tree Folk to rebel.
"He is undergoing a special training, using the clan warriors in Blackhorn City as targets to train his combat strength."
"What!"
Casava was shocked. A wave of anger instantly rushed to his head.
Using the noble Blood Hoof Tribe warriors as targets?
This was unforgivable!
"Seven days ago, when Night Devil attacked for the first time, it was obvious that his totemic armor only had the two special features of 'Shock' and 'Dash'. At the very least, he only showed those two special features. Also, the attack power of the totemic armor wasn't too high. On average, it took him three to five moves to knock down a squad-level warrior."
Blacktooth said, "But from the traces on Crocodile Head's corpse, when he killed Crocodile Head, Night Demon used at least twelve different Totem Combat Techniques, involving seven different abilities.
"And an ordinary Battle Squad warrior, even if they wore a full set of Totem Armor, would not be a match for Night Demon.
"Do you know what this means, Casava?"
Casava's eyes widened.
In a short seven days, the Totem Armor's abilities had increased from two to at least seven?
Of course, Casava knew what this meant.
But how was this possible?
"Are you saying, Lord Blacktooth, that in a short seven days, Night Demon continuously devoured the Totem Armors he stole and digested all the Totem Power in them?"
Casava found it hard to believe. "Has he lost his mind? In just seven days, he absorbed so many 'combat skills' and 'characteristics'. Isn't he afraid of being controlled by the 'totem power' and turning into an Origin Warrior?"
"The facts prove that Night Demon is not crazy," Blacktooth said without batting an eyelid.
Blacktooth said without batting an eyelid, "You have to admit that the beauty of this world is that there are always unexpected monsters that can break all experience, conventions, and limits.
"Just like before me, no one could have imagined that someone could forcefully interrupt the process of turning into an Origins Warrior, allowing more than half of his body to remain normal and rational.
"That's why I don't think that Night Demon is heavily injured.
"On the contrary, through the battle with Crocodile Head, he accumulated more experience, and after stealing Crocodile Head's Totem Armor, I believe that Night Demon has become even more powerful and terrifying."
"…"
Casava did not expect that the most terrifying priest in his family would have such a high opinion of Night Demon.
Before this, Casava knew that Night Demon was a rather troublesome existence.
But it was merely troublesome.
He was not a true threat.
Casava could not help but feel a complicated feeling in his heart.
There was surprise, anger, and a hint of … jealousy?
He knew that Hei Chi had called him here and praised the Night Demon on purpose. He might have been trying to goad him into action to incite his fighting spirit.
But he was willing to be tricked and fight this damned Night Demon!
"Lord Blacktooth —"
Casava thought for a moment and said, "Since you feel that Night Demon's recovery ability is extraordinary, and that the heavy injury on his neck might have healed quickly, how should we catch him?"
Casava knew that Blacktooth would not speak without thinking.
If he did not have any clues, he would not waste time here.
As expected, a low laugh came from under Blacktooth's hooded cloak.
"Night Demon's methods are indeed brilliant. In the prosperous era, it is rare to meet such an interesting fellow," Blacktooth said unhurriedly.
Blacktooth said unhurriedly, "However, after attacking dozens of clan warriors in a row, he still left some traces and exposed his identity."
"Did Lord Blacktooth discover something?"
Casava was surprised and delighted.
Blacktooth opened his palm.
In his palm, there were two transparent crystal slices that were as thin as cicada wings.
This was a remnant of the incomparably glorious old era.
It was the crystallization of the wisdom of the sacred ancestors, a divine weapon known as the "glass slide".
Because it was extremely fragile, it was a hundred times rarer than weapons made of metal.
Only the most revered priest of a thousand-year-old clan like the Bloodhoof Clan could have a few of them.
As the master of the Blood Skull Arena, Casava could often see the rare treasures of Turanze from the hands of foreign gladiators.
When he saw such a thin and transparent crystal, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
He narrowed his eyes, held his breath, and carefully looked at the glass slide.
Between the two crystal slices that were as thin as cicada wings, there was a light gold strand of hair that was slightly red at the end.
This strand of hair was extremely thin. It should not be hair, but a hair from a body.
If it had not been held between the crystal slices and scattered on the ground by Blacktooth, he would definitely have missed it.
"This is …"
Casava knew that this hair must be very special.
He wanted to get more information from Blacktooth.
"This was found in the fingernail of the crocodile head's pinky, and there are traces of blood on it. I can be sure that this isn't the crocodile head's own hair."
Blacktooth said calmly, as if he was testing Casava.
Casava's mind spun, and he immediately thought, "This is Night Demon's hair!"
"That's right."
Blacktooth smiled. "In order to attract the crocodile head to attack, Night Demon exposed his armpit and suffered a heavy blow to his neck.
"Although his control over his flesh has reached a peerless level, and he can precisely control his injuries without touching his blood vessels, trachea, or cervical vertebrae, it is impossible for him to control every single hair on his body.
"Although Crocodile Head died, he did a great service before he died. He grabbed this precious hair from Night Demon's neck.
"Kasafa, there are too many talents in your Blood Skull Arena. There are gladiators from all five major clans. Can you recognize the hair of a warrior from which clan it belongs to?"
Casava knew that the true test had come.
He picked up the extremely precious crystal slices with both hands.
Then, he adjusted the shadowless lamps in the corner of the secret room, which were made with the fat of totem beasts as fuel, to the brightest.
He carefully observed the golden hair in the crystal slices from different angles.
After obtaining Blacktooth's approval, he even used feather-like movements to remove the crystal slices and sniff the aura of the golden hair.
After muttering to himself for a long time, he came to a shocking conclusion.
"This is actually a Lion Man's hair!"
Blacktooth laughed and took the crystal slices from Casava's hands.
He mumbled a spell, and complicated patterns slowly flowed on his palm. They glittered and soon interweaved into a 3D rune array that lifted the crystal slices.
Starry brilliance flowed into the golden hair.
An extremely thin stream of spiritual energy flowed out of the golden hair. It surged in the air above the crystal slices and let out a roar that sounded like a lion's or a tiger's.
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