465 A Bloody Competition (1/2)

The six disciples of the blood sect looked at Daniel's companions as if they were looking at a bunch of idiots. They were fully aware of the degree of power emanated by their bodies, and what this kind of powers should cause in the minds of weaker cultivators, and yet, there was no fear in their eyes, only the sort of alertness one would feel right at the beginning of a violent encounter.

In their minds, only ignorance could be to blame for this unreasonable confidence.

”This is ridiculous. I will take care of them, then look for the legacy on every speck of dust on this planet.” Said the muscular man before starting to float closer to the group, and the planet they were protecting. His left arm was completely covered by a skin rash, which was all that was left of the thousands of blood blisters caused by the attack of one of his companions.

The more elegant of the group adjusted his glasses over his nose, and with a smile, said, ”Are you sure you want to go alone? They did kill the lord, even if limited to using a fragment of his power.”

The muscular mad ignored the words of the man with glasses, and instead, he kept approaching Daniel's friends. As he got halfway through, the oppressing feeling his body gave out doubled, and from in between the atoms of the skin of his fingers came out a thin layer of blood that covered his hands up to the elbow. At the same time, a second stream of blood formed two large hammers, which he held in both hands.

”It will only take a second.” He said before letting out a chilling laugh.

As soon as the muscular cultivator arrived at about thirty meters of distance, the few scales that marked Xargy's face increased in number, until only a few moments later, his entire body was covered in them. These scales were different than the usual ones, and not only were about an inch thick, but were also made out of a rubbery form of material. Underneath these scales, his muscles turned into a similar material, elastic and resistant beyond measure.

This ability was one of the inheritable powers of the draconic race, a power which made the body of the dragon close to impossible to break through blunt impact.

Xargy then floated ahead and in front of the muscular cultivator, who looked at him with interest, before raising the hammer he was holding in his right hand, and moving it down in a quick downwards motion. The space around curved, following the motion of the hammer, and crashed against Xargy's head in an attempt to swat him like a mosquito.

However, instead of posing any form of resistance against the attack, Xargy used the elastic nature of the fibers of his body to inhale, turning himself into a scaled balloon just in time for the hammer to hit.

The powerful strike hit the bloated humanoid dragon with enough power to flatten a planet, forcing every bit of smoke contained in his lungs out like a geyser of steam that covered the surroundings. His body, rocked by the impact and yet seemingly undamaged, flew away like a meteor.

The grey smoke made it impossible to see one's surroundings. Only noises and flashes of light could be seen through the smoke, showing that once they had separated the muscular man from his companion's sight, the entire group of Daniel's friends had attacked.

To initiate the attack was Aeron, who used his mental tricks to distract the muscular cultivator long enough for the others to strike. Jerigh and Sewah followed right after, and used their sword intent and boosted power to injure the cultivator. The same did Xargy, who tried to recover from the impact of the previous attack before turning himself back into a small version of his draconic form, and rip the body of the muscular cultivator into shreds with his teeth and claws.

While the three of them tried to hurt him physically, Nova and Edmund collaborated so that they could open an interdimensional portal right around his throat, hoping that when they would close it, they  could decapitate him, killing him once and for all.

Aeron's mental attacks and the appearance of an interdimensional portal were enough to distract the cultivator who, after seeing the portal, immediately realized why their lord had randomly left the sanctuary he had lived in for the past tens of thousands of years, just to come to this dimension.

After having seen the importance of the discovery, the muscular blood cultivator remained quiet, and focused on defending his body against these cultivators. To him, the power to freely move in between dimensions was much more important than the last path of blood cultivation, which he was more than willing to abandon in exchange for Edmund's power.

Unable to find out to whom exactly this power belonged, the muscular cultivator focused on defence, receiving one  attack after the other, until finally, right as the smoke was about to disappear, he let out a powerful warcry that sent Daniel's friends flying back, and shaking their consciousness into a confused and threatened state.

The warcry took a heavy toll on the minds of the group, who covered their ears due to the pain. Similarly, the shockwave forced the smoke to dissipate, leaving the now injured muscular cultivator in plain sight.

The muscular cultivator slowly turned to look back at his peers, and with a slightly embarrassed smile, he said, ”You can go on ahead, I want to take my time making these insects suf-ugh” Before he could finish speaking, however, hundreds of projectiles, a large spear, a palm, a whip and numerous bloody threads landed on his body and pierced him, wrapped around his body, and destroyed his organs. He was only able to look at his five companions with hate, before losing consciousness.

”I cannot bear to be placed in the same category as someone that lets some maggots of an inferior dimension injure him..” Said the man who had thrown the blood spear, with an expression filled with disdain. A sentiment that was shared by the faces of the others as well.

Despite their calm behaviour, and relative reasonable words, the real reason why they had attacked the muscular man was to take him out of the race for the inheritance, which would be easier with one less person to compete against. However, once they had defeated him, another problem arose.

The group looked at the badly injured body of their former companion, and in each other's eyes, they could see the interest in his power. If only they could absorb him and turn him into power, the one who would get a hold of his power would become the strongest. Strong enough to kill the rest before going for the inheritance by himself.