Primordial Path Of Asura

The night that the fight finished, He was meditating in his apartment he started absorbing the origin and genetic potential but for the mana what he does was stare at the flecks of mana in the air mana, the spiritual energy was akin to a stream descending from the heavens, He did not have a decent style to collect these energies so all he could do was pray the wolf immortal would provide him a specific style.

Feng speculated his skills; though they were unique, they had obvious blemishes, the only that did not have a flaw was his demon mark; it could attack, defend, enhance, and even heal. It was a package deal kinda thing, this skill could do all those but at its present level it was of not much help to Him, what he required was a thing that he could only use when in trouble otherwise known as an overtaking card.

He thought back to the things he knew that related to techniques, his memories were of no value because the trump cards suited to him were not available for his current strength, he had the Nirvana Art, the Ten Great beast stance that he invented himself, Golden Buddha palms, Mist breathing style and Devices of the Venerable beast.

They had their defects, this referring to the Golden Buddha technique and Tactics of the ancient creature, he was between a rock and a hard place for this situation he needed something that would help him or during his stay in this Warriors Arena he would die.

Not knowing what to do, he opened his spatial crystal and sorted out the things inside while sorting he came across a familiar text; the book was dusty and had several discernable letters on the cover; it was the cultivation book that he got from the old man back on earth.

PRIMORDIAL PATH OF THE ASURA

They labeled the book in Capital Ancient English letters and it seemed like an ordinary book to most but to him who had sensed Asura and the old man's auras this book radiated a special aura.

'Old man just where the fuck are you'

He dusted the cover off the front pages and opened the book. Its pages were brown because of all the years it had existed; expecting a boatload of an ancient text or some ancient diagram that had energy in it, but he was wrong, he could only see the blank pages, it showed nothing else.

"Did that old bastard trick me?"

"No, if asura could use this technique it means it has something to it!"

He thought he would run mad from all this anxiety he put himself through. Studying the book again, he had now thought the book was empty and nothing was inside it.

Sigh

"It seems I will have to discover how to sustain my life just for a little more."

He dropped the book and started singing several songs that his mother taught him when he was an adolescent.

"Zun Zun Zun Wake up to be like Saitama 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups and a 10 kilometer run every day, Zun Zun,"

"Zun Zun in the morning that told me to eat that rice,"

"Zun Zun Zun in the afternoon go practice martial arts again,"

"Zun Zun do that until you can brag."

Feng loved the song because it contained a strict regimen he had to adhere to, he hummed the song and let silence overcome the room, in his mind he heard another voice singing the song his mother taught him, looking into the demon mark space Feng saw Damon on the floor typing words on a laptop he was also humming the song.

"Where did you hear that song?"

"Where? I invented it I woke up once in the era you and your people dubbed as before the nirvana era, I woke up in the body of a young otaku and they had an anime known as One Punch man so I made that song, after that, I woke up again just after the nirvana era and passed on the song to my descendants, a masterpiece right?"

"Man for an old bastard, you know how to make a pleasant song."

"Che praise this elder!"

"I will when you give me treasures,"

"Whatever boy, don't hope for any treasures."

Feng held the book and passed it to Damon in the demon mark space.

"So, what do you think?"

"This book is a treasure that the asuras passed down for generations,"

"So you mean to say this is an inheritance treasure."

"Yes, you need a trigger to activate a treasure like this, furthermore a technique, so it's bound to you forever that is unless you unbind it."

"Ah, I see! A trigger you say, let me think a bit. Before he gave me the book he said something about seeing all my aura and when he saw the last one he pretended to be unimpressed and said I needed to use that power, Damon what was the strength? I forgot."

"It was killing intent, you idiot!"

"It's not my fault! In that earlier fight, I lost a lot of trivial information."

"You got cleansed by the big guy (God) so your arrogance left, it was a marvelous experience for you!"

"Yeah, whatever back to the topic, you think the trigger is my Murderous Aura, well that would make sense."

"Mmm try it out,"

Feng nodded his head and jumped up and stood in a relaxed position, this stance he took was unlike before, this was the first time he would try a relaxed stance.

"Why a relaxed pose like this?"

"Because it makes me seem cooler!"

"You are a messed up kid,"

Feng stopped conversing with Damon and held the volume forward and concentrated on his murderous spirit, it seemed twice as hard to call the ferocious energy with the text in his hand, after 30 minutes sweat droplets began forming on his forehead, he was already considering quitting his try at unlocking the secret of this technique.

Just as he was about to drop the book he felt a flare inside his frame, a red covering cloaked him and transferred his energy into the volume, the brutal energy kept ongoing on hard and did not finish even wound when siphoned into the book.

The space near him distorted and his body seemed to have an invisible wave around him, the dangerous air spread into the arena space and beyond, even though his energy was still being gathered at that moment, the pressure emitted was just as terrifying as before.

The heat around his body lessened second after second, and his soul started spasming and turning into lines that entered the book, the jade green bottle that hosted souls flew out on its own and released all the blue souls into the open book, the parasites of Feng's body wandered what was going on to the soul they inhabited.

…

Inside a bright red area, a youthful man of about 19 years old came out of thin air and examined his locations. It was a blood-red world that had no form of light except the eerie red color that decorated the entire realm.

He heard a scream that echoed in the surroundings. A blue specter appeared in front of him, the face did not seem familiar again but because of a stimulant; he recognized the face in the specter.

It belonged to his original victim, this was the victim they assigned him to kill for his first kill mission. The screams became rowdier and heavier until they tortured him and reminded him of a past he forgot.

Following this, he met several of his victims whether they were evil it seemed the space in the book did not care and dished out torture one by one, multiple times over he tried to contact Damon and Proteus but a mysterious power blocked his connection to the both of them.

He later dubbed the blue souls' wraiths, he learned not to fear them because there was something even more frightening; he called those Red ghouls. They were strong and drove Feng to the point of death; he was giving up, he just couldn't see the point of this torture.

After a while of this cycle, his body turned into lines and distorted, the agony he felt was like that of the torture given by the wraiths, something mysterious happened; the locations changed and lamps developed in the locations; if Feng calculated well, it was the same amount as the wraiths and red ghouls he had come across while wandering the glowing space.

This phenomenon was one he would never forget.

He popped up in the actual world with everything back; it restored to normal and his connection with Proteus and Damon. It drained him of all the strength left in him so the moment he had gotten back into the actual world he collapsed on his bed and began his rest to process the torture he felt.

…

It was the early morning Feng was standing in the warrior's ring, his opponent was someone with the same build as him; according to the report he dug out on his adversary, he is a competitor of a famous immortal known as the Blood queen; a female would not accept a male disciple but a girl one, but it looked like this one was an exception.

The name of his challenger was the Bloodsucker. At first sight, he seemed unarmed, but he knew there was something else to him.

DONG!

A loud gong sounded, and the match had started.