Free Web NovelChapter 20: Scarlet Buckshot!
He was the worst kind of matchup for Max, and Ace also understood it. His eyes glowed brighter and a demonic smile spread across his face.
Max was exactly the kind of prey he loved most.
Because with the Blue Demon Eyes... He was their perfect counter.
And nothing pleased him more than watching hope slowly disappear from his prey’s eyes as despair took its place. He slowly tortured those guys and enjoyed their pain, which was like a drug to him.
"Haha, come, let’s increase the difficulty a bit," Ace laughed, and, like a ghostly being, he attacked.
He throws some daggers and simultaneously closes the distance between them, and like a hunter playing with his prey, he attacks vulnerable points in Max’s defences.
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Max repeatedly was pushed back, and this time he started to get injured; first his face got slightly cut, then the back of his neck, then his arms and his leg joints.
Ace’s attacks shallowly cut through his skin, which excited him, and he attacked more frantically, but he felt something wrong as the time passed.
Ace’s attacks were precise and ruthless. Each strike barely cut through the skin, but every wound slowly accumulated. Blood soon stained Max’s armour red.
Yet as the fight continued, Ace slowly noticed something was wrong.
His eyes narrowed. He had already cut Max dozens of times. Some wounds weren’t merely scratches. Several were deep enough to affect muscles.
Under normal circumstances, blood loss and pain should have begun slowing his opponent down.
His movements should have become sluggish and his reactions should have weakened.
But none of that was happening. His eyes cannot help but furrow seeing this.
Max appeared to be covered in his blood-soaked armour, like he was heavily wounded in his arms’ and legs’ joints and shouldn’t be able to move. But he himself knew that wasn’t the case. And only at this moment he finally understood how terrifying his regeneration ability was.
Most of the skin injuries healed mostly in a matter of seconds, while bit deeper wounds took a few seconds more. So, in the heat of battle, most of his injuries had already healed, and only the blood he bled remained on his armour, making it look like he was heavily injured.
Not only that, he can feel that healing costs him blood, but with the current rate of depletion he can continue to fight for hours.
He couldn’t help being shocked by his own terrifying durability and endurance. His bloodline of Blood Dragon really was made for war.
But he knew that wasn’t it; he could feel the blood control was also a terrifying ability with great potential, but to use it perfectly, he needed long training, which is why he was losing even with having such a powerful bloodline.
He knew he could not beat the crazy Ace with his raw power; he needed his blood control ability. His control wasn’t good, and even being able to boost his strength through the accelerated blood flow was a surprise, but he needed more.
He then pointed his fingers and aimed at Ace, who felt something about him had changed.
"Oh, the prey is going to give its last shot. Hah, then let’s see what you can do."
Despite his words, Ace wasn’t careless.
On the contrary, this was the moment he enjoyed most. The final desperate resistance. The last spark of hope before despair.
His glowing blue eyes focused entirely on Max. He knew Max was going to do something as he felt energy gathering towards his finger. So, he wasn’t going to give him a chance to do it.
He then again threw a small dagger to break Max’s concentration.
"Control the power... and..." But immediately he saw the dagger flying towards him and had to stop.
Clang!
He used the spear in his right hand to defend himself. But he didn’t stop; he was going to defend with his right hand while he was going to use his left hand for a blood bullet.
Clang! Clang! Clang!...
The battle continued, and Max continued to get hurt, but he didn’t stop trying. Doing two things while fighting something wasn’t easy.
His concentration broke multiple times as he got hurt by Ace’s attack, but his eyes were glowing with determination. He seemed to forget about anything else; his entire focus was on this.
Slowly... The world around him seemed to fade.
The sounds of battle disappeared, pain disappeared, and even Ace disappeared. His entire focus narrowed onto a single point.
Control.
Compression.
Direction.
Again.
Again.
Again.
And gradually—
He improved.
For the first time, the process began to feel natural.
As though his blood instinctively understood what he wanted it to become and seemed to get a new idea.
Ace’s eyes noticed Max’s every movement; he noticed that he was trying to do something with his left hand, and every time he interrupted him, he would again see that crimson energy flow there again and again.
His smile slowly faded. Excitement gave way to seriousness, and something felt wrong, very wrong, as after so many injuries, Max didn’t weaken at all.
For the first time since the hunt began, Ace felt danger.
His instincts screamed at him that the next time Max tried... He might not be able to stop him. He seems to have lost his cool as he attacked Max with the intent to kill and strike his skull. He was done playing. But it seemed he was a bit late.
"Yes, it should be like this. Haha, I can control it like this." Max seemed to laugh as he seemed to forget about the life-and-death battle he was in.
Ace came towards him with his ghostly movements filled with a killing aura he had never shown.
Max’s aura was calm as he looked towards Ace, who was with a mad expression coming towards him.
He raised his hand.
Two fingers pointed directly toward Ace. The blood within him gathering there trembled violently.
Max smiled. "Blood Control..."
The crimson light compressed into several tiny points.
"Scarlet Buckshot!"
Bang!
