A figure flickered through the red rain of blood.0

Killing was easy—any Covert Martial Arts technique could achieve the same end. After all, Covert Martial Arts were created with the purpose of pushing the human body beyond its limits and crafted for deadly combat. However, Cassius had never encountered a Covert Martial Art that made killing seem like an eerie form of art like the Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist. It exuded a strange beauty.0

It wasn't about the moves, the principles of the fists, or the Will behind them. It was simply a style. This style left those entranced by killing strangely intoxicated with the sensation of life fading away. They would sink deeply into it until they couldn’t break free. 0

Cassius could feel that after breaking through the eleven acupoints and formally stepping into the second stage of the Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist, a demonic aura had subtly begun to emanate from every movement of the technique. It was only now that Cassius understood why Feng Liusi had lost control and sealed off his five senses for three years. The Southern Dipper Red Falcon Fist unveiled an increasingly strange allure as one's skill progressed. If one didn’t possess enough restraint or a firm will, one could easily lose themselves in a prolonged frenzy of slaughter, and ultimately become a slave to the techniqu...0