As Lucien blasted Luke away, everyone immediately turned toward him.

Dust slowly drifted through the broken arena while pieces of shattered stone rolled across the ground.

Lucien stood there completely fine, as if the previous battle had left no wounds on him at all.

The crimson aura surrounding his body slowly intensified.

His silver hair, which had now turned crimson-red, swayed in the wind and made him look like an ancient vampire prince descending from legend.

A faint blood mist wrapped around his fingers while his red eyes glowed coldly.

"Wait—!"

"He is a Crimson Vampire Realm master!"

Someone from the crowd exclaimed loudly, and the entire arena gasped in shock. Everyone then looked again carefully, confirming what they had just heard.

Thin crimson veins could now be seen moving beneath Lucien’s pale skin while blood energy quietly circulated around his body.

"Becoming a Crimson Vampire at such a young age is the sign of a genius..."

Someone muttered in disbelief.

Then everyone turned toward the Bloodgrave family members who looked like proud swans lifting their heads toward the heavens.

Their mocking smiles became even wider.

"Tch..."

"They sure know how to play."

"Seems like they were already preparing for this wedding from the start."

Selene’s expression became worried after seeing this.

The other four wives also exchanged glances before silently continuing to observe the duel.

The atmosphere around the arena slowly became heavier.

But then—

CLICK.

CLANG.

CLICK-CLICK.

A strange metallic sound echoed from inside the smoke cloud.

Like giant armor locking together piece by piece.

The sound was heavy and ancient, making everyone’s skin crawl instinctively.

---

2 Minutes Earlier.

As I got blasted away and crashed into the ground—

BOOOOM!

The impact shattered the arena wall behind me.

Stone debris buried half my body while cracks spread across the black stone floor.

My vision spun as blood continued to flow from my forehead, arms, and chest.

Fortunately, regeneration was helping me, but it still wasn’t enough.

"Ugh..."

I groaned in pain as I tried to stand up, but failed immediately, my muscles screaming in agony.

[Luke, use the Third Form now or he will beat the shit out of you.]

[He is already in Crimson Vampire Realm.]

The system’s voice sounded urgent for the first time.

I clenched my fist tightly.

"No one is going to touch my wife..."

I muttered and activated the Third Form, no longer caring about going berserk.

---

Present Time.

BOOOOOOOM!!!

Suddenly the entire ground exploded where Luke had fallen.

Stone fragments blasted into the air as a violent shockwave erupted outward, forcing several spectators near the front to stumble backward in fear.

ROOOOOAAAAARRRR!!!

A primal roar echoed across the training grounds, the sound alone shaking the air.

Then—

A giant figure slowly rose from within the smoke—twelve feet tall, with shoulder-length golden hair flowing wildly like a lion’s mane. His golden eyes burned with a savage ferocity, like that of an ancient beast. His chiseled body looked monstrous under the sunlight, while veins bulged beneath his skin like glowing golden roots.

The remains of his clothes barely covered him now.

CLICK.

RATTLE.

CLANGGGG.

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Behind the giant—

A massive black knight armor floated within the void itself. Twelve giant chains connected its armor pieces to Luke’s body. The chains rattled violently as the giant tried to pull them toward himself with brute force.

KRRRRR-CLANGGGG!!

But the armor did not move, as if it refused to acknowledge him—like a king rejecting an unworthy warrior.

ROOOOOARRR!!!

The giant roared angrily and finally released the chains before slowly turning his head around.

The pressure alone made nearby spectators pale, and several weaker nobles instinctively stepped backward.

Then—

The giant’s golden eyes landed on Lucien.

Lucien’s expression stiffened for the first time. Even his instincts were now screaming danger.

The giant slowly walked forward, each step shaking the training grounds.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Cracks spread beneath his feet while dust jumped from the ground.

BOOOOOOM!!!

Suddenly, the giant charged forward, and the arena floor exploded beneath him instantly. A storm of dust followed behind his massive body.

Lucien’s face changed immediately.

SHWIIING!!

A massive blood barrier instantly formed before him, while crimson claws coated both of his arms. The air around him hissed violently with blood energy.

But—

BAAAAAAAAAANG!!!

The blood barrier shattered instantly like glass, and a massive shockwave erupted across the arena.

Lucien’s eyes widened in horror.

Then—

BOOOOOM!!!

Luke’s giant fist slammed directly into Lucien’s chest.

CRAAACKKK!!!

Several ribs broke instantly. Lucien’s body was blasted backward like a cannonball, smashing through walls, pillars, and barriers in succession.

CRASH!! CRASH!! BOOOOM!!

The spectators’ area trembled violently, and some nobles screamed as they retreated backward.

But the giant did not stop.

THOOOM!

He charged again, like a raging monster unleashed from its chains.

BAMMM!!!

Another punch.

BOOOOM!!!

Another.

KRAAAASHHH!!!

Another.

Lucien’s body was now being treated like a rag doll.

If the previous Luke looked like a grown man beating another man—

Then now—

It looked like a giant crushing a child without resistance.

The training grounds were already half-destroyed, with cracked walls and collapsed pillars as dust clouds filled the entire battlefield.

"Gulp..."

The sound of swallowing echoed everywhere. Nobody had expected this outcome.

"Is... this the Hero’s special gift?"

Someone whispered with fear, but nobody answered.

Selene and the other wives looked toward Luke with shock and curiosity.

Especially the Dragon Princess—her golden draconic eyes narrowed slightly.

"Seems like our big boy has lost his mind..."

Rhaenyra muttered while smiling faintly.

ROOOOOOOAAAAARRRRR!!!

A savage roar exploded again.

Everyone’s faces instantly turned pale. Because—

The giant ripped Lucien’s heart out barehanded, blood splashing across the battlefield. Then, in front of everyone...

CRUNCH.

He bit directly into it.

"HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

The giant’s laughter echoed wildly across the destroyed arena.

Blood dripped from his mouth, while his savage expression made everyone feel instinctive fear. Several nobles nearly vomited.

The Bloodgrave family’s expressions turned ugly instantly, and murderous killing intent erupted from them.

Selene saw this and immediately tried to move toward Luke, but.

"Husband, you should not eat something raw or it will leave bad taste on your mouth."

A calm voice echoed suddenly.

Everyone turned toward the source of the voice and their expressions changed slightly.

A young woman with long crimson-red hair slowly walked forward.

Golden draconic eyes shimmered like molten gold beneath her sharp eyelashes while faint dragon scales could be seen near her pale neck and collarbone.

Two small black horns curved upward from her head, giving her overwhelming noble pressure.

She wore a black and crimson royal dress embroidered with golden dragon patterns.

Every step she took carried natural dominance.

The Dragon Princess—Rhaenyra Crimsonscale.

She appeared in front of Giant Luke and spoke normally, as if the terrifying battlefield pressure meant absolutely nothing to her.

ROOOOARRRR!!!

Luke immediately threw a wild punch toward her, the impact alone distorting the air.

BOOOOOOM!!!

"Sigh..."

Rhaenyra sighed softly, then raised a single palm.

PAH.

She caught his giant fist effortlessly, as if stopping a child.

SWOOOOSHHHH!!!

A violent pressure wave exploded outward from the impact. Her elegant dress fluttered wildly while the ground beneath her feet cracked deeply, but she did not move even an inch.

Then her draconic eyes glowed brightly as a terrifying ancient pressure descended across the entire training ground.

HUMMMMMMM

Everyone’s faces turned pale instantly, and even higher-ranked beings narrowed their eyes in seriousness. Only one thought echoed in their minds: no wonder dragons are called the strongest race in this world.

Just as the pressure descended, Luke let out a painful roar as his giant body slowly began to shrink. His golden hair faded and disappeared, and his body returned to normal—black hair, blue eyes, and a six-foot frame.

He swayed weakly for a second before collapsing forward, but Rhaenyra caught him effortlessly. Then she lifted him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

After doing this, Rhaenyra spoke calmly. "Saintess, we are leaving now. It seems our work here is done."

The Saintess paused for a second before silently nodded.

Soon Selene and the other wives also followed behind her.

Meanwhile, the Bloodgrave family rushed toward Lucien’s broken body in panic. Healing mages immediately surrounded him, still hoping to preserve whatever talent remained within him.

The Human Emperor and Empress exchanged a glance silently.

SWOOSH.

The next second, they disappeared instantly.

Only the destroyed battlefield remained—broken pillars, blood staining the ground, and a crowd frozen in shock.

[Chapter End]