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Chapter 381 - 381 224 I had the charm of the past (4000)_1

Chapter 381: 224 I had the charm of the past (4000)_1 Chapter 381: 224 I had the charm of the past (4000)_1 Seemingly without wind, the fabric on his body twisted and danced, billowing outwards from top to bottom like waves. Whether it was an illusion or not, the air within several meters of him seemed to be twirling around as Casio moved, subtly changing with each of his breaths.

In a clearing within the forest, Casio stood still, seemingly deep in thought. He then extended his finger to touch the cross-shaped indent on his forehead again, a faint light flickering just below the surface.

The color of his eyes quickly changed from pale red back to their original black.

His murderous personality receded, replaced by the main personality.

Hunar hunar hunar…

Casio had originally been completely enveloped in a red steam-like aura, but now, as he retraced his murderous personality, the steam reversed its course and rapidly flowed back into his body, spreading through his body like a warm wave.

“South Dipper, Red Vulture Fist…”

Muttering to himself, Casio swiftly assumed the starting stance of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist. Just like Feng Liusi’s previous actions, he spread his feet, leaned his body forward, and stretched his hands forcefully back like the wings of a bird swooping down.

He held this pose for five seconds.

Unexpectedly, the fighter’s aura that he was supposed to release remained perfectly still, still stored within Casio’s body. He tried again, from stillness to movement, and started employing the Ancient Assassination Fist Technique with all his might, his movements getting faster and faster.

The area surrounding his body seemed to be filled with shadows of fists, palms, and elbows.

Still no use…

Casio stopped, his personality instantaneously changing to the aloof one.

Once again, he performed the test in the same manner.

No effect.

He ceased all movement, standing between two large trees as leaves swirled down all around him.

Casio had come to understand.

The Secret Martial Art of the Demon Idol cost him nine blood essences and was created through great struggles. It wasn’t the visible Demon Idol Heart, the circulation of its blood, the Golem Breathing Art, or even the combination of these three things that gave the Demon Idol life a magnetic field that were the most valuable.

Rather, they were the three key techniques of the Demon Idol Secret Martial Art!

Indeed, when Casio first created the Secret Martial Art of the Demon Idol, his priority was to resolve the issue of Dark Biological Transformation, and those three key techniques were clearly essential to solving that problem. Given his life or death situation at the time, Casio expended the most blood essence and effort on these three techniques.

However, because these techniques’ functions, along with the clear boost they offered to the body of the Demon Idol Secret Martial Art dwarfed everything else. As a result, Casio never delved deeper into them. He thought that the three techniques effectively addressed the Dark Biological Transformation and that the check and balance between the two personalities was already quite good. Yet, they actually had other functions.

Three key techniques, three personalities. Each one was a different individual, isolated by the Demon Idol Secret Martial Art. Theoretically, they could learn different combat skills and have entirely different judgments for the same thing. Therefore, isn’t it normal for different personalities to have different Fighter’s Auras?

The murderous personality studied the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist and generated the aura of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist when its Qi and spirit reached the level of a fighter. This was akin to the red steam that sprouted from Casio earlier, which formed a vortex with a faint image of a huge vulture in it.

That was the aura of the murderous personality.

However, the main personality and the aloof personality of Casio couldn’t manipulate the aura of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist of the murderous personality due to the segregation. In other words, these two personalities could still have their own auras that corresponded to their own martial arts style.

In other words, theoretically speaking,

Casio could have three types of Fighter’s Auras!

In the clearing, his contemplative eyes shone brighter and brighter.

With a flash of light at the center of his forehead, Casio returned to his murderous personality. With a mere thought, the internal Qi flow naturally released itself and dissipated with a whoosh.

Off in the distance, the wolf pack, which had managed to struggle to their feet at a good distance away and were intending to retreat, were once again forced down. The ground was sodden with puddles of urine.

Casio couldn’t care less about these beasts. Instead, he concentrated on exploring the wonders of the Fighter’s Aura – the distinctive characteristic unique to fighters. He already possessed the physique of a fighter. Now, with the addition of the aura of a fighter, he had become a true fighter.

This is the realm that the Gate Master of the Wind Elephant Gate, Belon, reached.

Now, Casio had stepped into that same realm.

In the entire Red Federation Martial Arts World, there were only about a hundred genuine masters of Secret Martial Arts who had stepped into the realm of a fighter. This comprised the strongest group among the Secret Martial Arts practitioners. They mastered a power that originated from their physical body yet transcended it. Neither handguns, machine guns, nor artillery guns could pose a threat to them. Only high explosive weapons could potentially harm these monsters. At the same time, they were also classified as solid “B” tier by the Black Mechanism.

These were the pillars of any Secret Martial Arts school.

Casio took a deep breath, slowly extending his arms to his sides. The Fighter’s Aura, with his body as the core, seemed to stretch out like an extension of his touch. Casio could perceive every rustle of the wind and every movement within its covering range: the slight trembling of the leaves, the black ants steadily climbing through the cracks of the soil, the fearful heartbeat of the wolves creeping along the ground. Every action, every minute detail, was clearly perceived, as if an eye had opened above his head.

It was gazing at the surroundings in an apathetic and rational attitude.