??Chapter 423: 244 Magic Power (4000) of Southern Dipper Fist thod_1
Chapter 423: 244 Magic Power (4000) of Southern Dipper Fist thod_1
A silhouette swiftly flashed across amidst the red rain of blood.
Killing was effortless, an effect any secret martial art could achieve. After all, the purpose of creating the art of secret martial techniques was to forge the human body, surpass its limit, and use it as a weapon for killing and confrontation. Yet, Casio had never seen a secret martial art like the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, which took killing to an eerie level of aestheticism, giving it a bizarre sense of beauty.
It was not about any moves, boxing theories, or the willpower associated with the boxing technique. It was purely about its unique style.
A style that could intoxicate those in the midst of killing with the ecstasy of life ebbing away, drawing them deeper and deeper into a hole they couldn’t crawl out of.
Casio could feel that after breaking through eleven acupuncture points and officially proceeding to the second level of South Dipper Red Vulture Fist…
A never before experienced demonic nature started to subtly emit from each move of the boxing technique. That was when Casio understood why Feng Liusi had deviated from the right path and completely shut off his senses for three years. South Dipper Red Vulture Fist will shine with an enigmatic charm as the practicer’s strength grows, and their skill deepens. If one doesn’t exercise restraint, or if they lack an unwavering will, they might lose themselves in the long road of killing, becoming a slave to this boxing technique step by step.
Casio’s understanding of the core of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist deepened a little more while his curiosity for the mysterious South Dipper secret martial arts reached an unprecedented level. Besides the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, there were other South Dipper secret martial arts, ones like Water Bird, and Sonic Snake.
These ancient assassination techniques embodied the various styles and directions of boxing techniques, even encapsulating the ultimate in each of these directions.
When exactly was the South Dipper secret martial art invented? Who was the extraordinary person who created this boxing technique? Or perhaps it had multiple creators.
Casio lowered his head, looking at the palm of his hands lightly stained with fresh blood. The tips of his left and right index fingers were illuminated like rubies. This bizarre phenonon visible to the naked eye ca from compressing an ample amount of Deathfang Power to his fingertips.
He couldn’t do it during the first stage of his South Dipper Red Vulture Fist training, neither in quantity nor in quality. But upon reaching the second stage and resonating with the eleven acupuncture points, Casio unintentionally learnt how to use the Deathfang Power.
The “Death Fang Phenonon” was a particularly symbolic passive skill. The virtual ridians in Casio’s body could quickly form an arc circuit in his fingers, while the Deathfang Power in his acupuncture points could circulate at high speed within the circuit. This would result in a short-term burst of abundant power, allowing his fingers to turn into surgical blades.
Just like what happened earlier.
With a light, casual slice, without using much force, those gunn’s limbs and skulls were severed.
Casio’s fingers were sharper than the sharpest sword.
He could effortlessly rip through tough skin and solid muscles, shattering a person’s body as though peeling off clothes.
He vaguely sensed that each ti he progressed to a new stage in the future, more “Death Fang Phenona” would appear on his palms.
Starting from the second stage to the end of the sixth stage.
With every advance into a new stage, two more teeth would appear on Casio’s hands until all ten fingers had transford into teeth—ten Death Fangs. He felt that when the ti cos, sothing terrifying might occur. However, this prediction was a hard one since Feng Liusi had only managed to reach the fourth stage after several tens of years. Breaking through each subsequent acupuncture point had been exceptionally difficult.
The feat of opening all sixty-six acupuncture points was as tough as ascending to heaven.
Only Casio, who possessed both the retracing gimmick and the perfect compatibility between his personality of killing and the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, had a chance to try it.
Within the dojo, amid the grey road and the pale yellow building…
One could occasionally hear screams of agony and muffled groans.
Going by order, it wasn’t hard to guess that soone had barged into the dojo from the Red Vulture Fist Headquarters and was killing his way toward the interior.
Whoosh…
A strong gust of wind breezed by.
Two gunn rushing around the corner stopped in their tracks; it seed like they had seen a shadow flashing by just now.
The youth at the front was just about to say sothing when he found himself suddenly unable to utter a sound. In a flash, his world began to spin. He found himself floating in mid-air, looking at the headless bodies at the back, spurting blood: “Oh, it seems I’ve lost my head…”
Imdiately, everything went black, and he lost consciousness.
In just over a minute, dozens of people had already fallen to Casio’s hands. eting him was a death sentence.
Be it the White Rose assassin gunners or the treacherous disciples and elders of the Red Vulture Fist, being lost in the complex labyrinth of paths in the dojo, the mightiest secret martial artists naturally had the advantage. If it were a vast plain, perhaps dozens of elite gunners with heavy machine guns could have inflicted severe damage upon Casio. But here, not even a hundred would suffice.
The layout the Red Vulture Fist traitors and White Rose gunners had set up within the dojo was easily breached.
Of course, Casio’s unambiguous advance also imdiately attracted their attention. Martial artists and gunners from other parts of the dojo started gathering here. The elite gunners and high-level elders who had initially been besieging the Second Elder faction turned back around to tackle this unexpected external threat.
The sunshine was brilliant today, just perfect weather. A few white clouds hung like veils in the azure sky, spraying golden radiance on the top of the pale yellow dojo building. A strong sll of blood was carried away by the breeze, and the lush ornantal trees beside the road fluttered in the wind.
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