"c.r.a.p! I was noticed!?", thought Fell with an ugly grimace on his face. But it was too late, and his blow was the same as an arrow having already left the bow, impossible to retract it after being lunch forward.The tip of his sword, piercing through the air, advanced at an alarming rate toward the elder"s neck. But the monstrosity seemed prepared for the youth"s surprise attack and didn"t move an inch from his position. A corpse exploded, yet again, and one of the bloodied streams parted toward the back of the elder, swiftly parrying Fell"s blow before continuing forward to engulf him.
The moment Fell felt the strength of the b.l.o.o.d.y streams against his sword. A terrifying feeling sank in his heart, and a sensation akin to being washed out in the middle of the ocean took over his body. He managed to shift his weight to his right leg, and using the parry"s strength, he executed a spin and managed to brush the attack to the side.
Anger flashed in his mind from nearly being flooded by the nauseous blood attack. His blade drew a magnificent curve in the air, aimed another time at a weak point of the golden elder. Killing intent exploded, and Fell"s figure could be seen flying like a broken kite.
He only stopped when his back collided with a crystal clear table; using the object behind him, he redirected part of his moment toward the ground, crack appeared on the floor as he executed a somersault. His body gracefully twisted in the air before landing on the table.
A murderous gaze was on his face, and he shook the numbed hand that grabbed Soldier"s Fortune. But the feeling in his hand disappeared, and it was only when he controlled his hazardous blood flow that the numbing sensation disappeared. His youthful face turned grim, and the hand that grasped Soldier"s Fortune tightened; during this short time, dozens of n.o.bles had exploded, turning into a sanguine stream of torn flesh and shattered bones.
"What the h.e.l.l is this f.u.c.ker made off?", Fell cursed under his gritted teeth. Feeling that there was nothing wrong with his body anymore, he stepped forward.
His figure turned into a ghastly whirlwind, speeding through the ballroom filled with blood and trampled corpse. During his approach, he couldn"t help but feel sadness fill his heart when he saw the apparent despair in the eyes of the deceased. His anger peaked, even more, when he saw a tiny figure lay on the floor; the little girl"s body was misshaped, and her small head had turned into a paste of red and grey color.
A growl nearly escaped from the young cultivator"s throat. His heart rate sped as, his anger kindled his body and soul, and his blood coursed with the might of hundred stallions. A pressure surrounded his body, and his released sword intent surrounded his sword and body. Lightning sparked around him as his meridian was flooded with streams upon streams of energy.
In his anger, he didn"t leave out any of his cards and ignite the full potential of his cultivation base. Body, Soul, and Energy appeared at the same time, unleashed to a degree he had never felt. A sensation of power and might course through his being, but no satisfaction nor gratification was felt from this success. And only a wave of livid anger had embodied his whole nature.
What was strange was that in this maddened state. Fell felt that the angrier he was getting, the colder and calmer his train of thought was becoming. The dozens of corpses filling the floor in his road didn"t cause any change to his thoughts; his heart was bleeding with intense emotional turmoil, yet his mind was sharp and cold. The scene happening in front of him slowed down, and his senses collected every little action that occurred in the ballroom.
A chair being pushed. A screech released from a man who walked on broken shards of crystal. The howl of the n.o.bles filled with despair and resentment toward their own elders. His brain swiftly collected everything- Thoroughly and meticulously a.n.a.lyzed - Before turning potential plans that began filling his head. Many ways of engaging the elder manifested in his head, yet he chooses the most direct way.
"Tonight, I will stop to nothing before getting making you feel despair!?", A rapid growl escaped from Fell"s throat. Under the particular state, he was under, Fell"s voice turned into a sharp soundwave that pierced through s.p.a.ce and arrived right at the face of the elder.
His last sentence was only released to blow the steam that had acc.u.mulated in his heart. Yet an unexpected event happened, and Fell saw with clarity the elder"s b.l.o.o.d.y stream surround him as the soundwaves made contact with his body.
He couldn"t understand the reason for the strange action. But to the elder, that sound waves filled with Fell"s murderous sword intent had transformed into an illusionary sword that was aiming for his head. The illusion had been realistic to the point where his body instinctively used his newfound blood-related power to defend itself.
All of this took quite a long time to describe. But from the moment Fell had made his sneak attack on the elder, not even a dozen of seconds had pa.s.sed, and the ballroom was still filled with a large amount of escaping guests.
The sole of his shoes turned red during the crossing of the distance between the elder and his sword. Soldier"s Fortune turned into a bright torch in the eye of the few who dared to look behind them. "Solary Dive" was activated between two swift footsteps, but as he took two steps, he executed "Ghostly Stuttered" and spun to the right; Dodging a bloodied stream of mangled flesh that was coming from behind him.
But that didn"t stop him, and the moment the stream of blood pa.s.sed a few inches from the tip of his nose, strength was focused on his foot, and he transitioned to "Solary Dive" skillfully.