Max caught the scroll and read its name.
"Crimson Havoc Fist: Sevenfold Slaughter Technique."
The moment he held the scroll—
He felt it.
A cold, eerie aura pulsed from within it.
Max's eyes narrowed.
"What's so dangerous about it?"
His voice was calm, but he was genuinely curious.
The blob's expression remained grave, its liquid body shifting uneasily.
Then, in a solemn tone, it spoke—
"Master mentioned that this fist technique requires one to possess Slaughter Aura before even attempting to practice it."
Max's brows furrowed.
The blob continued—
"If someone doesn't have Slaughter Aura but still tries to practice it… then they will inevitably lose themselves to the technique."
Max's grip on the scroll tightened.
"They will go mad—controlled by the slaughter aura inside the technique, losing all human emotions."
Max felt a chill run down his spine.
"In the end…"