Volerick stared at him. For the first time since arriving in the Great Western Desert, the supreme B-rank being did not look calm.
The crimson wings behind Damon beat slowly, stirring waves of scarlet mist through the sky. The single drop of blood hovering in front of the golden sun trembled slightly as if the world itself could barely contain the force pressing against it.
"You broke through." He said, as if he still did not believe it.
Damon shrugged lightly. "Yeah," he said. "Turns out almost dying is pretty good motivation."
Then he snapped his fingers. The drop of blood spun once before it completely covered the golden sphere. The next second, the golden sphere unexpectedly disappeared. There was not even a single trace of it left behind.
Volerick stared in shock. "You!!" His eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe it. His attack had disappeared just like that. "You consumed it??"
’I wish.’ Damon thought inwardly. That was his ultimate goal but he couldn’t quite do it just yet. The method he used was a lot cruder. He simply sealed it off and stored it in his soul space. There was a chance he could use it later but he hadn’t tried it yet.
After stepping into the next realm, he was now starting to understand the power of blood. Before he was simply using parlour tricks but now, everything was different. He had in his grasp real power and he was yet to fully understand and master it.
"You are a good test subject." Damon smiled.
Hearing the familiar words, Volerick’s face twisted in anger. He was the one who usually said that. The one who hunted monsters across continents. The one who dissected strange powers and turned enemies into stepping stones. To him, every battle had always been a test. And now...
Someone had just said it to him.
The golden aura around him turned pitch black in color and black lightning burst violently around his body. "You arrogant brat," Volerick said coldly. "Do you have any idea who you’re speaking to?"
Damon tilted his head slightly. "Yeah," he replied calmly. "My first opponent." Before Volerick could realize, Damon’s figure already turned into a red blur. "I don’t have to do this to defeat you but I want to test the power of my new body and all the juicy stats I tossed into it."
In his mind, Blood Reign giggled, enjoying the action. "Pulverize him, master!"
Before this same person had exuded an aura that made Damon sweat and tremble but now that they were in the same realm, everything was different. He was no longer as intimidating as before.
Damon appeared right behind him. He was so fast that even Volerick’s battle instincts reacted a fraction too late. The crimson mist trailing Damon twisted into a thin layer of blood that wrapped around his fist. It did not explode with flashy light. It did not roar with violent energy. It looked completely harmless.
Damon smiled. The punch landed. For a brief moment... nothing happened.


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