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Chapter 815 - 815 425 This is the killing personality... (4000)

Chapter 815: 425 This is, the killing personality… (4000) Chapter 815: 425 This is, the killing personality… (4000) The number two Shadow Hunter, Illusionist Louis, issued a battle invitation.

Casio’s expressionless face suddenly cracked a silent smile, his right hand still pinching a piece of the silver-core rapier, gently rubbing it. The hard alloy turned into wisps of iron powder that fell down.

“Fine.”

Casio accepted, but his gaze slowly swept over the line of people. Their differing statuses were reflected in their changing expressions. For instance, the number three Shadow Hunter, Jin, stepped forward half a pace. He opened his mouth but ultimately didn’t speak, a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. Whereas Illusionist Louis’ gaze was quite oppressive, as if he was sizing up Casio from head to toe.

Next to them, the number one Shadow Hunter and Holy Light Hunter, Dilixiati, adopted a stance of watching from the sidelines. It seemed he wanted to observe as a spectator how many moves Illusionist Louis could force out of Casio.

Behind the group of Shadow Hunters were three unsuccessful competitors. Claire appeared the most relaxed; she had been psychologically prepared. Now her azure eyes looked over, carrying only a trace of curiosity. Lion King Soss, on the other hand, was visibly dejected and despondent, as if he hadn’t yet emerged from the shadow of being defeated by a single palm strike. As for Thorn Solomon, the guy was most at ease, still lying and sleeping soundly on a stone dozens of meters away.

The breeze stirred, causing pebbles on the ground to rotate and scrape together, producing a rustling sound.

Louis’ black boots crunched over the pebbles, gradually positioning himself directly opposite Casio. With a profound look in his eyes, he said, “I’m curious, what do you call the move you just used to defeat Aaron? It had a very large area of effect…”

Casio remained standing in place, not moving an inch. “It wasn’t any particular move, just a manner of using strength…”

“You could say that, at the critical moment, I ‘smashed’ all my Qi into the open. Nothing tricky about it, hardly a move to speak of…”

He patiently explained the move. Qi Momentum Horizontally Compressing and Solidifying was just that crude and barbaric, devoid of any sophisticated framework or exotic boxing method insights. But, the simpler it was, the harder it was to break.

What mattered most about Qi Momentum Horizontally Compressing was the quality and quantity of one’s Qi, akin to an overbearing avalanche rolling down—it was a direct approach.

Either withstand it with sheer resilience, bringing one’s motion to a halt, or confront it with Qi of equal momentum, plunging into an intense battle of attrition. As Casio delved deeper into the understanding of the Tyrant Fist, he increasingly favored this overbearing and domineering tactic.

Upon hearing Casio’s description, Louis fell silent for a while. As someone who also wielded Qi, he couldn’t comprehend what it meant to smash all one’s Qi out in an instant? To cover half a canyon with the momentum of Qi? To Louis, Qi was a precise and intricate force. Because it could change like water, it was capable of generating various skills and secret techniques.

For example, Louis’ Illusionist Half-Body, where he used the Qi of his entire body to construct a perfect replica of the upper half of his body made of Qi, overlapping the physical body. When Louis made an attacking gesture, the Illusionist Half-Body would perform corresponding hand seals, triggering a certain mystic signal. This caused all nearby living bodies to experience effects such as dizziness, hallucination, or sharp pain.

It could even cause opponents to experience displacement, temporal fragmentation, or mental haze—as if subjected to a potent hypnotic spell, with very strong effects.

In fact, it was not difficult to discern the distinct differences between how fighters and Source Energy Users utilized Qi. Fighters synergized essence, Qi, and spirit, mutually transmuting in an unending cycle. Qi wasn’t an isolated existence, rather it was supported by an equally strong physique and spiritual will. Thus, the deeper a fighter cultivated, the more their inner Qi would accumulate and expand like the depths of an abyss. Qi-type Source Energy Users were different; they resembled ordinary people who underwent mutations of Qi, only able to cultivate one aspect. Moreover, due to physical and spiritual limitations, there was a limit to their Qi. Beyond that threshold, the body would collapse under the strain. Hence, their cultivation of Qi aimed to enhance its quality.

Refining Qi in the face of quantitative limits, they developed various techniques and secret arts with utmost efficiency. Thus, using finite Qi for the greatest impact and destructive force, they could multiply the power of the same Qi several times over when used. When all is said and done, both appear to have their advantages and disadvantages, but in essence, Qi Source Energy is a reluctant choice.

To put it unkindly, it’s living on a tight budget, splitting one sum of money to serve two purposes. If the Source Energy Users’ bodies could handle it and their Qi increased dramatically without collapsing, they would have already taken that path long ago.

Why else would they painstakingly research techniques to lift a great weight with a small force?

Lifting a great weight with a small force only arises because there is no great weight to begin with, only a small one in the pocket. If the pocket held a vast weight, one could simply steamroll right over.

Such was the thought flashing through Illusionist Louis’ mind at the moment; it was clear that Casio’s way of utilizing Qi had intimidated him. It was a developmental path for Qi that was completely different. Compared to his own direction toward small and intricate, it was utterly contrary—a stark contrast.

In the canyon, two silhouettes stood a dozen meters apart, their auras growing more concentrated and solid. Even without initiating combat, a surge of breeze rolled across the ground, blowing away the fine sand and dust particles, creating a circular clearing. The colliding rings around them were distinctly visible.

Two momentums began to intertwine and soar, with the peak of fighting intent emerging. Louis’ hands, previously hanging by his legs, slowly rose, his ten fingers leaving a semi-transparent trace in the air. It seemed as if another person overlapped him, moving concurrently but slowly.