Free Web NovelChapter 44: Chapter 44. The Crimson Reaper
Everyone was watching Aiden Vhorn’s match. The attention it had drawn was nothing to scoff at.
Even those who were yet to have their duels in other fighting platforms had halted their matches. They would only have their matches after Aiden’s match.
It was not everyday that a mad first year student challenged several strong intermediate rank 1 warriors to a death duel.
Aiden stood at the opposite end of the fighting platform, still clad in his crimson armor—which looked no different from a battlesuit, formed from his blood.
The fifty opponents stood on the other end of the platform.
A white haired fellow clad in a black battlesuit stepped forward.
Henry Forman. Ranked 6560 on the Heavenly Ascension ranking list.
"Let me put an end to this bastard. No need to dirty your hands," he said to the others.
They nodded.
Each of them wanted to deal with him individually.
Each of them could kill him anyway.
It would not reflect well on them if they all rushed at him together.
The moment Henry stepped forward, black flames spiraled out of his figure.
A large staff appeared before him. The black flames danced across the staff.
Several blobs of blood appeared before Aiden.
The blobs of blood shot towards his crimson armor and reinforced it, further hardening it.
A crimson bladed chain formed from his blood and appeared in his hands. Coupled with his crimson armor, he looked like some sort of dignified reaper.
Henry shot towards Aiden.
His staff, wreathed in black flames, came down on Aiden. It was very overbearing. Several spectators thought.
Aiden spun, evading the attack with uncanny dexterity that left many shocked.
Henry pivoted around. Black flames danced beneath his feat, bolstering him towards Aiden again. From a distance, he swung the staff. Several birdlike fire arrows swept out of his staff towards Aiden.
Aiden was not idle. He was yet to land on the ground after spinning and evading Henry’s attack.
He swung the crimson bladed chains towards Henry.
It was extremely fast.
The crimson bladed chains met the birdlike fire arrows.
The chains cleaved through the birdlike fire arrows.
"Too fast," Henry performed some flips backwards, flames dancing beneath his feet, propelling him back with unnatural speed.
However, the crimson bladed chains seemed to twist unnaturally. The chains were formed from Aiden’s blood, and Aiden’s blood could be controlled by his will.
Aiden controlled the chains to pivot towards Henry.
The moment Henry landed, he saw the crimson bladed chains in his line of vision.
Before he could process what was happening, or react, the Crimson bladed chains cleaved through his neck.
Blood splurged.
Head rolled.
Body fell.
A thud.
Henry did not even know how he died.
"One down," Aiden thought.
He quickly absorbed Henry’s blood essence.
Then, he looked at the others.
Someone else stepped forward.
He didn’t see the need to waste any time fighting each of them individually.
He leaped up, he spun, then he descended. Mid air, the chains transformed into a large crimson hammer.
Aiden landed in their midst.
It was a dance of death.
The first person to fall was the one who had stepped forward.
The crimson hammer met her head.
It cracked battle suit, pierced skin and bone.
Then her head burst apart like a water melon.
It was a gory sight.
The arena was silent.
Aiden Vhorn was like a grim reaper.
His movements were fluid, elegant and precise.
He was like a war machine. His crimson hammer seemed like an extension of himself.
Each time he moved, someone fell. A head burst apart.
A body would be crushed into paste.
The hammer would fly out of his hand, brutalise someone into paste and return to him.
Affinities flew across the place.
Wind arrows. Water blades. Earth spikes. Sonic booms. Gravity attacks. Light blades.
Name them.
But Aiden Vhorn was unstoppable.
If he was not evading an attack, his armor would receive the brunt of the attack. Yet, it was impenetrable. His physical prowess was unheard of. Many watching thought.
As for Aiden, he was enjoying the harvest of blood essence. Each time someone fell, he’d absorb their blood essence.
His hammer met a flame fist.
The flame fist shattered.
The crimson hammer came down on the person who launched the attack.
The hammer turned into a scythe, cleaving through them.
10 more.
Aiden thought.
He had killed 40.
Across the arena, many could not believe what they were seeing.
Everywhere was silent.
What was happening was out of expectations?
How was this possible?
What sort of monster was this?
Also, to think he would be also using his blood related affinity to turn his blood from one weapon to another.
How well versed was this fellow in combat? Many familiarised themselves with just one weapon style. But this guy, it was as if he was a gifted combatant. Did he really just become a warrior a few weeks ago?
Anytime they thought they had seen what he was capable of, Aiden Vhorn would shatter their worldview.
And why did he never get tired as he fought?
He never stopped to consume any worldly energy recovery elixir. He didn’t sustain any wounds either.
This fellow was abnormal. Too abnormal.
What sort of person he would turn into after just a year?
Aiden was oblivious to the thoughts of everyone.
He was just enjoying his harvest of blood essence.
By now, his scythe had killed five more individuals.
The remaining five were completely immobile.
Rooted in shock and fear.
They stared at the dead corpses, in pools of blood.
If they had known Aiden Vhorn was this terrifying, they would have never accepted the duel in the first place.
They were too afraid to move. Paralysed by fear.
Someone even collapsed.
Aiden didn’t care.
His crimson scythe turned into blobs of blood and disappeared into him.
"Please... spare us."
"We are sorry..."
"We will do anything you—"
Fear clouded reason and pride.
They started begging for their lives.
"No hard feelings."
Aiden spoke calmly.
Puchi... puchi...
Crimson arrows formed from Aiden’s blood and shot towards them, piercing their skulls.
Those who still had recognisable faces in death had expressions of fear, shock, puzzlement and regret on their faces.
Aiden absorbed the blood essence of the remaining five.
After that, his crimson armor and his crimson arrows turned into blobs of blood and disappeared into him.
The audience stared at the fighting platform.
Carnage. That was what they could use to describe what Aiden Vhorn had pulled off.
He walked calmly out of the fighting platform, completely unbothered by the silence that struck spectators.
Since the evaluation had not ended, even if he wanted to leave since he would not be fighting anyone again, he still had to wait.
His figure flashed as he arrived back in his seat calmly, completely nonchalant as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him. It was as if he had just performed a chore.
Aiden didn’t know that his feat today would be the birth of an alias many would come to give him, an alias that would follow him across Endra.
The Crimson Reaper.
