??Chapter 904: 467 Unlucky with No Solution (4000)_2
Chapter 904: 467 Unlucky with No Solution (4000)_2
He could distinctly feel that the process of differentiating the characteristics of the Southern Dipper Boxing thod’s force was also a kind of unique cultivation process. As Casio created and practiced a simulation of the Southern Dipper Boxing thod, he noticed that the acupuncture points around his body showed signs of breakthrough. Clearly, this was another way to cultivate the Southern Dipper Boxing thod. It was not through combat, but rather through the combination of practical concepts and insights. The mont Casio realized this, he began to plan.
He intended to personally write a Southern Dipper Secret Transmission, forming a systematized tier. Each ancient Southern Dipper Boxing thod was split into two standard Southern Dipper force boxing thods. For example, the South Dou Red Vulture Fist would be directly transford into the Decomposition Fist and the Spiral Fist, each developing and interpreting a special force.
Below the Decomposition Fist, there was another tier of boxing thods, modeled after the characteristics of decomposition force — a low-tier version of Shattering Force. This was the Shadow Moon Fist that Otto was now practicing, which couldn’t even be considered under the na of Southern Dipper anymore.
South Dou Red Vulture Fist → Decomposition Fist → Shadow Moon Fist
That was roughly the three-tier classification, each layer simplified and organized. It could perfectly serve as the developntal foundation for a major force in the Secret Martial Arts World, while also lowering the requirents for cultivation. Practitioners of the Shadow Moon Fist could climb from low to high, significantly enhancing their body’s adaptability.
The significance of this system for Casio went without saying. He had a premonition that if he could successfully compile all the boxing thods from this Southern Dipper Secret Transmission thoroughly, then Casio would enter an unimaginable realm within the path of Secret Martial Art. That represented completion, the ultimate limit, where progress could not be furthered. Was this the realm of the Saint Fist? Perhaps. Maybe it was even farther, higher, and more advanced than the Saint Fist — Casio himself wasn’t sure…
In any case, for the future enhancent of his strength, he already had a clear plan. Casio was no longer simply practicing the mighty secret martial arts created by ancient sages, but rather aid to innovate from them.
In his anticipation, three tier-three boxing thods would erge.
For instance, adapting from the Spiral Fist to create a technique, very likely a low-tier version of the spinning characteristic. The special form of the Fog Man, which could easily harness the frightening blood mist to achieve a spinning effect, forming a Blood Mist Tornado. Casio planned to also integrate the Blue Wind Stream as one of the inspirations for this boxing thod. Then, there was the Explosion Fist, naturally suited for the strongest ascetics, combining heavy punches with explosions, trendously fearso. Nine Snakes would clearly be the Vibration Fist, using nine snake heads to replace fists, creating nine sources of vibration.
They could develop sothing like vibration superposition, extre resonance or such.
These thoughts drifted one by one through his mind, rely an instants consideration. Casio snapped back to reality and turned his gaze toward the elder who stood there in a daze.
“Who might this be?”
Imdiately, the Fog Man began to introduce him, and Wind Knife also added so details by the side.
Casio quickly understood their intentions, and there was no objection. Having a local guide during a trip had its rits as well.
As for the High Order Blood Clan struggling for survival within the Oyon Ruins.
He didn’t regard them as a concern.
Even if at the bottom of the Blood Pool, there resided so old monstrosity-level Blood Clan mbers, what of it? Let the Ultimate Dark Entity, the True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah, co out if they dare; otherwise, Casio had no fear at all.
With the top human strength in his possession, the world was his to venture.
Next, Casio and his companions arrived at the suburbs of Ming Mountain City. They stationed at a Blood Clan Manor, whose lord had naturally passed away.
The doctors from the clinic were resting here, awaiting the next move.
At noonti, the sun hung high, the sky a clear blue. Without the obstruction and hindrance of white clouds, the sunlight was exceptionally dazzling, and the air temperature rose.
On a flat green grassland near an artificial lake stood a white manor.
A black silhouette sat cross-legged, the shadow slanted to the left.
Casio sat beside the clear lake water, with a Palm-sized Magic Box placed in front of him. It was his second ti possessing the Cupan Magic Box, so he was naturally seasoned in handling it. He picked it up with his palm, gently rubbed it, and soon felt a slightly uneven texture on the bottom. Flipping it over, the Magic Box under the sunlight remained as ever, smooth and even.
However, by slightly shifting the angle, a purple-blue pattern slowly erged under certain lighting, gradually becoming clearer. It resembled a symbol made of water ripples, looking very much like a Wisdom Rune.
Casio smiled, clearly recognizing it as genuine.
He moved decisively, lifting his shirt and pressing the Magic Box against the Ouroboros emblem on his chest. As a scorching hot sensation appeared and disappeared, the Cupan Magic Box cracked open, dropping a book from inside.
The size of a palm, it had a surface like the hard, smooth carapace of a beetle. On the front was a skull head emblem topped with five gems, showing how many questions you could ask the Devil’s Book.
Casio was well versed in this, pressing his finger onto it and injecting his Qi. Since his fifth retrospection, he had lost count of how many dark creatures he had killed, and the Wisdom Rune had accumulated a substantial amount of Disaster Essence.
In the blink of an eye, all five diamond-shaped gems lit up.
Casio didn’t rush to ask questions but sat cross-legged to organize his thoughts. He was considering which information he needed at his current stage.
First, there was the parchnt he had obtained from the second floor of the Dark Hunt Organization’s Treasure Vault, which recorded ancient secret techniques. He could translate the ancient characters and then inquire about the locations of the remaining fragnts.
Second, the Lunar Eclipse eting, no, rather the remaining locations of the Moon God statues. Contained within the Moon God statues was the flesh of the Moon God, which Casio could absorb through the magic puppet secret weapon to further trigger mutations in Secret Martial Arts.
Third, the locations of the Totem Temples where the Totem Wizards resided. Casio was a man who held grudges, and the Totem King dared to attempt to kill him using the power of the Real World’s Totem Temple—retribution was necessary! This was simply an act of tit for tat; he couldn’t constantly be on the receiving end of attacks.
Fourth, so information about the Eternal Islands he was about to visit…
Those were the primary areas of interest, with so questions that could be deferred. Such as task information from the Ghost Iron Knight at Black Rain Villa and so precious resources in the World of Calamities. Additionally, there were so questions that couldn’t be answered. Casio had tried before, asking about Xiadu, asking about the Ultimate Dark Entity, and about Saint Fist, but got no answers. It was unclear whether it was beyond the limits of the Devil’s Book or if the Disaster Essence he provided was insufficient, but in any case, he got no answers. Furthermore, there were also so questions to which the Devil’s Book didn’t respond.
The Devil’s Book was not an omnipotent encyclopedia but had its types of questions limited secretly. Casio could only select so crucial questions.
On the verdant grassland, his palm quietly held the Devil’s Book.
With twinkling eyes, Casio breathed out all four questions in one go. Since he had amassed a lot of Disaster Essence, he was quite generous.
Instantly, the five human-shaped gems extinguished one by one. After they all dimd, two of them lit up again. The next second, these two extinguished once more.
This signified that Casio had paid the equivalent of seven gems’ worth of Disaster Essence.
This ant that these questions were quite costly, as once he had slaughtered an entire Blood Spirit Association and only managed to fill two gems. This comparison made it clear.
With the rustling of pages turning, the initially blank book now contained content, precisely four pages, detailed and specific.
Just as Casio was about to concentrate on reading, he suddenly felt a malevolence from the world. This hostility was very distinct, as if the air itself was targeting and repelling you, making all his hairs stand on end. Of course, the bad luck brought by two gems was far less than that of seven gems.
No sooner had Casio used the Devil’s Book than the curse ca upon him.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!” Sounds of intense fighting ca from outside the manor, resembling the noise produced by punches and bodily collisions.
Based on the frequency of vibrations of the rapid stepping and moving, it seed that two skilled fighters were entangled in a fight, heading this way.
“Who are you! Stand back!”
“Such fast speed… can’t stop them… quickly inform the Commander!”
The subordinates patrolling outside the enclosure stirred into a frenzy.
The next second, with a loud bang, the white enclosure wall exploded.
Two formidable silhouettes splashed into the artificial lake, raising a spray of water.
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