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…
