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Chapter 465 - 465 261 Blood is the Currency of the Soul (4300)_2

Chapter 465: 261 Blood is the Currency of the Soul (4300)_2 Chapter 465: 261 Blood is the Currency of the Soul (4300)_2 Moreover, Casio felt that this thing might be of some use for himself. Especially after he got a preliminary understanding of the new abilities of the Demon Idol’s Secret Martial Art last night, some speculations crossed his mind.

The Magic Core Seed, the life vibration energy, and the Immortal Blood formed by the Cupan Magic Box might form a strange combination.

Taking a deep breath, Casio placed this booklet into his chest. Then, he began his daily cultivation unhurriedly.

Waiting for the arrival of the intelligence personnel under Feng Liusi.

With the gradual increase of the Boxing Method Spirit, Casio’s realm is rapidly approaching the level of a veteran fighter. The will of the Boxing Method, also formed by the spirit, is becoming more and more vivid, almost as if it is about to come alive. Unfortunately, it still lacks the final touch, and the gap between it and Feng Liusi’s Boxing Method intent is not small.

In general, it lacks soul.

Once that bit of soul is supplemented, the operation of Casio’s South Dipper Red Vulture Fist will undoubtedly go up a notch. The chain use of various techniques, the cyclic transmission of Deathfang Power, and the consumption of killing moves will all be favorably impacted. More useful than enhancing on a single aspect.

A comprehensive increase in overall strength can improve every shortcoming of a fighter, including advantages and disadvantages.

In terms of spirit, Casio is still about 2.6% short. He needs more high-quality Dead Blood life vibration energy, or life vibration energy from other types of dark creatures. Unfortunately, the action of going to the Black Mechanism branch for a buffet is not feasible for now.

Casio has not been in contact with those two stewards for a long time.

However, they are likely to meet again in Kula City. Because the Organization will participate in the Tulip Antique Exhibition, and the Black Mechanism has always been watching this “S” level dangerous supernatural organization.

At that time, Casio might encounter more experts sent by the Black Mechanism. This is not bad for him, after all, he has cooperation with the Mechanism, which obviously makes communication and exchange easier.

When they arrive in Kula City, both humans are at least on the same side. Dangerous organizations such as Door and Dead Blood, as well as other dark creatures, all stand unquestionably opposed to both.

On the warm brown sofa, Casio leaned against the soft cushion. His eyes were half-closed, and his breaths were steady. His eyes revealed a thoughtful look, his entire body’s pores were slightly ajar, and a blood-red steam was rolling back and forth.

Exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling…A small vortex formed in the room, just like the gills of a fish swimming in the water, opening and closing continuously. From afar, the red smoke swirled around.

The fog twirled, Casio’s face was half concealed, his expression unclear, making him seem somewhat mysterious. He was consolidating his three mental methods – the Main Personality, Killing Personality, and Aloof Personality.

After each frenzied murder, Casio would take a long time to calm down the state of the Killing Personality, sometimes even staying awake all night. Originally, the three mental methods of the Demon Idol’s Secret Martial Art would not have any problems, but the successive stimulations have finally upset the balance.

The best situation would be for him to achieve the realm of a fighter first with the Main Personality, cultivating the spirit. In that case, Casio could easily maintain himself and suppress and lead the other two personalities.

However, the will was great but not over the situation, with various circumstances and requirements. The Killing Personality has been developed too much, even to the point of breaking the balance. Worst of all, Casio will have to kill in the next period of time.

As long as he kills, the Killing Personality will be enhanced.

He has no choice but to rely on the lethality of the South Dipper Red Vulture Fist.

At present, it looks like a terrible vicious circle, and Casio can only keep running the three mental methods, applying check and balance during his daily activities. He needs to find the next South Dipper secret as soon as possible to restore the balance point.

Whoosh~

The blood-red fog in mid-air suddenly rolled back, revealing Casio’s face as cold as a steel ingot. A cold air circled around his eyebrows, and his eyes were as indifferent as an abyss. While he slowly stood up in the state of the Aloof Personality, he switched back to the Main Personality in a flash.

Casio’s face became gentle and calm, and he stepped towards the balcony. He hadn’t walked two steps when the red air on his body began to ripple again. Dense blood threads crawled over his eyes.

Irritation and killing intent filled his head like side effects.

On the crescent-shaped balcony, some green potted plants were placed on top of the white railings, and pink flowers swayed in the gentle breeze. It was morning, the sunlight was very soft, and the colors of the trees and meadows in the courtyard had a slight yellowish tone in the green.

Between the grid roads of the apartment complex, some elegantly dressed residents were strolling slowly. There was a woman with a necklace walking her dog daily, a gentleman with a cane heading to the parking lot, and young couples chatting non-stop hand in hand.

And on a long chair next to a statue at a not so faraway roundabout.

An old couple sat together, with a bag in the middle, and occasionally took out some bread crumbs to feed the pigeons.

On the railing of the long bench, a few white pigeons were perched.

Sky, residential buildings, vehicles.

Husbands and wives, lovers, brothers, family.

The old, the young, the strong, the weak, the beautiful, the ugly… All kinds of people were passing by on the avenue in front of the apartment, each busy with their own purposes.

All kinds of different sounds resonated in one’s ears, as if through a layer of blurry water, making it seem unreal and hazy.

A sense of loneliness came inexplicably, causing Casio to be slightly lost. It seemed like it had been a long time since he had a good look at the world. His pursuit of strength, the fulfillment of his obsession, had caused his eyes to overlook the social life of ordinary people, just as if it were a backdrop, immense and vague, parallel and without intersection.