ushernet Chapter 180 - The Idea of Establishing an Organization(I)
Chapter 180 - The Idea of Establishing an Organization(I)
Chapter 180 - The Idea of Establishing an Organization(I)
Cassius shuddered violently like a weary traveler finally relieving himself after holding it in after a long journey. The sensation shot straight to his brain, making every hair on his body stand on end, bringing an intense pleasure and sensitivity.
For some reason, this state felt vaguely familiar, reminiscent of a certain moment from the past. After pondering for a moment, Cassius recalled that it was similar to when he had used the Rune of Wisdom and the Blood of the Spirit. However, the stimulation brought by the Pure Black Demonic Water was far less intense than that of the Blood of the Spirit.
When he used the Blood of the Spirit, Cassius remembered feeling a powerful sensation in all his internal organs, as if they were being roasted in a furnace. The moment the Blood of the Spirit reached his brain, it felt like he had been struck by lightning. Blood gushed out of his nose, eyes, mouth, and ears... he was essentially bleeding from all seven orifices.
If the Blood of the Spirit was like a violent, raging river, then the Pure Black Demonic Water was more akin to a meandering stream. One worked rapidly, while the other was slow and steady.
Cassius could feel a cool sensation enveloping his entire brain, like applying a refreshing stimulant to his temples. It was an extraordinary coolness, making his senses much sharper than before.
It was as if he had been nearsighted and was now wearing glasses after going without a pair; everything had become crystal-clear. He could even discern the tiny particles of dust, floating and swirling in the air like insects, in the moonlight.
Cassius slowly extended a hand, gently waving it through the air. For a moment, he could sense the changes in the direction, force, and so forth, in the airflow between his fingers.
"Amazing, truly amazing," he muttered. His eyes glinted. He glanced at Number Five on the ground, then turned his gaze toward the magician.
"Bass, tell me about the effects of the Pure Black Demonic Water."
The magician swallowed hard, having still not fully recovered from the shock of witnessing the White Skulls member who had been hunting him down get obliterated like that. It was simply too terrifying.
"Huff... huff..." Facing Cassius's calm gaze, the magician took a deep breath. "Sir... um... Sir, though this might not be the best time, I must warn you that the Blue Star Manor is the White Skulls' current headquarters. They are an extremely dangerous extremist group, and every one of their members is a formidable neo-human. If a captain-level figure arrives, we might..."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Number Five, who had curled up on the ground like a dead dog, face ashen, turned slightly red after hearing those words.
"A captain-level figure? You mean this one here?"
Cassius casually kicked Number Five and then picked up his black coat. Stones had punctured through, leaving three holes in the fabric. Without a second thought, he draped it over his shoulders.
So, what effect could the Pure Black Demonic Water have on him?
Cassius immediately began exploring, unconcerned with the two people nearby. To him, one was a future subordinate, and the other was as good as dead. Most of the so-called White Skulls members were likely already dead or severely injured. The remaining few posed no threat and couldn't disrupt Cassius.
In the central plaza, amidst the fog, he slowly and firmly spread his feet apart, grounding them on two pieces of the grayish-white stone brick floor. Then he bent his knees, lowering his body, with one clenched fist behind him, and the other extended in the front as if grasping something. This was the starting stance of the "Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Herd" chapter which embodied the core principles of the fist techniques.
When your mind becomes as clear as a stream, the wind becomes unstoppable.
After a brief pause, Cassius began to execute the moves of the Wind Elephant Fist, acting as though he didn't have an audience watching him. His steps shifted, his waist twisted, and his elbows, fists, knees, and spine worked in unison, blending all his strength together into a single force. Straight punches, piercing punches, swinging punches...
In an instant, a myriad of blurred shadowy fists filled the air. The wind whistled, and the dense fog swirled around him. After half a minute, he slowly moved his gaze to the upper right corner of his vision.
[Wind Elephant Fist: Elephant Herd 76.6% (three levels in total) △]
A triangular symbol suddenly appeared behind the status bar of the Wind Elephant Fist, similar to the plus sign that appeared when he used the Rune of Wisdom before. Cassius cautiously turned his attention to the triangle.
△: Due to the brain being in an active state, comprehension, perception, and information processing abilities have temporarily increased. The ability to learn skills has been enhanced by 400% to 600%! Additionally, due to improved memory, insights gained during this period are difficult to forget.
Demonic Water Consumption: ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆
Niiice.
Cassius's eyes lit up. No wonder this Pure Black Demonic Water was so highly sought after by all the major forces of the neo-humans—what a precious resource!
He could improve the Wind Elephant Fist four to six times faster than usual; this was extremely important to Cassius. The further one advanced in Covert Martial Arts, the closer one got to the realm of a martial artist. Cassius could feel just how difficult it was to practice these Covert Martial Arts.
That was especially the case with fist techniques; even with daily practice, the progress was as slow as a tortoise. Unlike physique training, it couldn't be improved quickly using some dark magic method like that of the Black Rain Manor. It required steady progress, where a foundation could be built step by step, with occasional insights.
Practice, practice, and more practice, until quantity turned into quality.