I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 118 - 107 Intense Rubbing Rasengan (4000)_2

Chapter 118: 107 Intense Rubbing Rasengan (4000)_2

Chapter 118: 107 Intense Rubbing Rasengan (4000)_2

He turned around, opened the door, and clomped down the stairs.

One minute later, the car door shut with a thud.

Casio’s voice sounded from the back seat.

“Head to the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall near Snowflake Middle School on Red Tower Street.”

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After ten minutes, the car parked on a Red Tower Street alleyway.

Casio couldn’t help but be sentimentally affected. Although it was a car from this era, it was still a car. It had cut his travel time in half, making it much faster than if he had traveled alone.

Of course, Casio could move faster than the car. But he couldn’t display his superhuman physique in the urban area of Baichuan City. So, it was best to have a vehicle for commuting.

No need to buy one, the Black Spade Organization would probably send one over.

Casio preferred to drive himself, rather than have Violet as his chauffeur. He had his own privacy, and his secrets were considerable; it was better to be alone. As for Violet, she was inherently a cold and gorgeous assassin, might as well let her be an assassin and do her job well!

Casio knew very well that Violet had been sent to him by White Bird for a reason. A beautiful, cold, and curvaceous full-time secretary and a young, robust, and strong martial artist. Anything could happen.

A secretary for the tasks at hand, and for others when there’s nothing else to do…

Violet’s role felt like that of a dangerous femme fatale, but now she was going through a major identity shift and was somewhat shy and awkward. It would only be a matter of days before she adjusted, especially with her former boss, White Bird’s guidance. Perhaps, Casio might not be able to withstand it then…

Beauty was not his weakness.

But Casio didn’t want to focus on irrelevant things.

He might as well reject it early and express his stance to White Bird. Violet doesn’t have to be a full-time secretary or a full-time driver, she could just be a liaison, which is also good.

“I’m here, you can go back, don’t wait for me.”

Casio got out of the car and walked into the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall.

A black car gradually drove away behind him.

Pushing the door to enter the martial arts hall, everything looked the same.

Old Mack was reading a newspaper, hidden underneath was a newly released fashion magazine, with a very sexy cover of a woman in a bikini.

“You’re here, Coach Li Wei.”

Old Mack tossed a set of keys from the drawer.

Casio nodded, silently heading towards the dressing room.

People greeted him along the way, and some who were relatively close to him asked about his injuries. Casio glanced at his bandaged arm and said he ripped his skin by falling and hitting a stone. The woman who initiated the conversation even jokingly said that even Coach Li Wei can be clumsy, before bursting out into a giggle.

Casio was speechless. Do they actually expect him to say that he was surrounded and attacked by a dozen assassins? That the places where the bandages were applied were actually wounds caused by light machine gun bullets?

Clumsy? If he were clumsy, he would have been long dead!

After casually brushing off their questions, Casio went into the changing room, changed into a combat suit and then headed to the exclusive training room.

Today was different from usual.

There were no seven or eight students, only Tifa Phil Millo were expected to attend. Casio had eliminated the majority of the students who lacked talent through half a month’s testing, leaving only three behind.

After going through a series of events in the Era of Retrospection, Casio was considering reviving the heritage of the Wind Elephant Gate in the real world.

But for now, he was just testing the waters, wanting to see if he had the ability to teach disciples. Of course, for Casio, even if it was just an attempt, it had to meet the most basic requirements – at least a medium physique, a diligent character willing to learn, and not mediocre comprehension.

The trio Phil barely managed to pass Casio’s evaluation.

About ten minutes later, Tifa and the others gradually arrived.

Inside the training room, only Casio and the three were sitting cross-legged on the floor. The sunlight shone through the window into the empty room.

“Coach, how come there’re only three of us today?”

Milo scratched his head, looking puzzled.

“Because I am rich now and don’t need to work as a combat trainer at the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall, earning extra from teaching dozens of students at once.”

Of course, Casio couldn’t say that.

He coughed slightly, his gaze fixed on the trio.

“I want to pass on some genuine skills to you guys.” Casio spoke unhurriedly, “From today on, this training room should only be used by the four of us, I won’t accept additional students.”

“Real skills!” Tifa’s eyes lit up instantly. She knew how useful the combat and explosive techniques that Casio had taught before were. So they were just the basics?!

At the same time, Milo’s eyes also lit up.

Ever since that day he had an epiphany in the alley, he had realized that swordplay was not so convenient, he wanted to learn boxing!

He wanted to become a superhuman like Captain Hong Li in the comics!

Phil, the last one, was also quite interested.

Because he had recently survived an assassination attempt, the feeling of fear and powerlessness occasionally came back to him. He even had nightmares about the same scene a few days ago. It couldn’t be better to have the ability to protect himself!

“Of course, they are genuine skills.”

Casio stood up in response to Tifa.

“I’ve taught you two kinds of explosive techniques, speed, and power, they could increase your attributes by 1.3 times.”

He looked at Tifa who was now nodding.

“But in reality, those are watered-down versions. The complete version of power and speed explosive techniques can increase your abilities by approximately 1.5 times.”

Casio went on to explain the explosive techniques in combat moves, which were a kind of special exertion using specific muscle groups.

“1.5 times.” Tifa mumbled to herself.

“Yes, 1.5 times. If you can proficiently master these two kinds of explosive techniques and your body can still withstand it, then congratulations. You will have the strength equivalent to the peak of the fifth level in the Federation Fighting Technique.” Casio’s thoughts slowly went back to that conversation with Lixia on the sports field, during his first retrospection era, when the setting sun was as fiery.

“Just like that, I’ll reach the fifth level of the Federation Fighting Technique?!”

Tifa, being very experienced in this regard, knew the weight the fifth level in the Federation Fighting Technique held. These were the skills of a fighting master, an expert who had trained a style of boxing to its peak!

Like the combat trainers at the Snowflake Middle School, most of them were only at the second level. Tifa had seen more at the third and fourth level in some Federation’s boxing and free combat matches.

And here was Casio, starting off by saying they could reach the peak of the fifth level.

As if this level was nothing to write home about.

“Heh, heh.” Casio shook his head with a bit of disdain, “The Federation’s five-level division is mainly for matches. But what I want to teach you guys is killing techniques. If you can’t even beat a person at the fourth or fifth level in the Federation Fighting Technique after mastering the Basic Fighting Technique I taught you, then there’s no use continuing to learn. It’s a face I can’t afford to lose.”

Hearing Casio’s words, the trio looked at each other.

They were taken aback and also a little disbelief. After all, in their perception, a fighter at the fifth level of the Federation Fighting Technique is the strongest martial artist, and what status does Casio, who belittles the fifth level, hold? Can he withstand bullets with his bare body?

Milo might have been a bit of a superhero comic otaku, but he didn’t believe there were people in this world who could stop metal and gunpowder with flesh and blood. No matter how hard human flesh, can it be harder than steel?

Casio looked at the silent trio and smiled. He had to show off his skills a bit now even if he didn’t want to. After all, who could imagine there are supernatural beings in this world without experiencing it? Even something like a Shadow Demon…

“I know you guys might not believe it, but the truth will eventually present itself.” Casio shook his head, then clenched his fist and breathed softly. He began to rub his hands together to create the Rasengan.

Whoosh… whoosh … whoosh …

Under the sunlight, his large palm opened. A faint white stream of air squeezed out from his fingers, creating visible air ripples, and within a moment covered his palm and the surface of his hand.

And then, a stream of white air started to rotate at high speed like a tornado, forming a gyroscope-like arc ripple. Under the astonished gaze of Tifa and the others, the airflow turned faster and faster. In the end, it formed a flattened white ball.

About the size of a basketball, it stirred up violent wind waves around itself.

Just when it was about to lose control and explode, the ball suddenly shrank and its volume condensed to the size of an apple.

The wind waves dissipated, leaving only a white ball rotating in his palm.

“Huh? It actually worked this time?”