Blood Evolution System-Chapter 203: Crimson one's weakness!
The crimson one gritted his teeth as he realized that he had made a foolish mistake. He shouldn't have let go of his neck; that way, he would have kept an upper hand. However, his anger and madness caused him to lose all sense of reason, and now he couldn't help it. What's done is done; He couldn't change what had happened. Crying over spilled milk wasn't going to be of help to him either.
He raised his head, giving Vincent a deadly stare. Of course, he was angry because he had made a fool out of him. Vincent gave him a taunting smile in return.
"Good!" The crimson one said in a voice that would make one gulp in discomfort. His voice sounded like metal getting scratched against metal, sharp and penetrating. "You've thoroughly angered me."
A moment after saying those, he let loose his killing intent, unleashing his innate powers that terrified the man who sired him. The divines started waning; the pigs began squealing; the dogs started barking; the wolves started howling; the humans and the devils started falling to the ground lifelessly with thousands of cut on their bodies as a sharp and penetrating pressure surged out of the crimson one's body, submerging everything in a sea of red. The surface of the sea turned red. Not just that, but their surroundings also changed color from nothingness to crimson.
"Hell Paradise: Blood Monarch's Madness!"
Standing face to face with an anomaly and illuminated by the bright crimson rays of light of the killing intent reflecting off the surface, Vincent's shocked and bewildered gaze rested on the crimson one. Hell's paradise? Wasn't this the innate power of every creature of hell?! How the hell is a being claiming to be a part of himself able to use the power belonging to his sworn enemies and the nemesis of all the races?!
The crimson one was pleased by the look on his counterpart's face, and he didn't have the slightest inkling of telling him about anything.
"You! Just what are you?" Vincent had thousands of questions flooding his mind, and he was going crazy.
"Instead of asking me that, you should ask yourself the same question. Just what are you?" The crimson one replied with a mysterious smile while gazing at the man standing opposite to himself. Unknown to Vincent, lingering behind his gaze was overflowing sinister intent and a desire to waste time.
The crimson one's words successfully managed to disturb his mind. Was he truly a crossbreed, or was he something far different than what he had initially speculated? Had the spirit of the heirloom been lying to him all this time? What about his father? Did he truly mess with his memories, making him forget the truth? Then, what about his life, his current memories? Were they all a lie, a tale fabricated by his closest ones?
Doubts had just started to emerge in Vincent's heart, when in that very moment, a sharp stinging pain assaulted his senses, and his eyes widened. He touched the right side of his cheeks and felt blood seeping out of from a newly appeared wound on it, trailing down to his jawline, dripping on the surface.
Although no one had attacked him, two cuts had appeared on his cheeks, causing him to be bewildered.
What kind of sorcery was this?!
Simply unbelievable!
"Heh, don't be too surprised." The crimson one said, a playful look on his face. "This is the effect of the power that we used to use as a child to hunt down and kill thousands of enemies. Everyone in our Hell's paradise would get inflicted with a cut every half a minute. Except for the owner, of course. And yeah, a hundred and twenty cuts on the body means death; that's if you don't die from blood loss or faint from the pain of getting slashed a dozen or so times! It belonged to us, you and me, who were once one in both body and mind. But now, it's only mine. I am the sole owner of this Paradise. You know what that means, right?"
Of course, Vincent understood that he only had sixty minutes to live. Naturally, that's only the case if he doesn't succumb to his pain and fall unconscious, entering a state where his body would be for the crimson one's taking first.
"There's no escape from this place, either."
The crimson one was all smiles, thinking that he had already won. The angrier he was, the calmer he became, and the better plans he could think of and execute. For now, he was intent on stalling for time and waiting for Vincent to blank out—only then would he turn off his Hell's paradise.
'Is there truly no way to escape?' Vincent was extremely worried.
[There is a way. You must defeat him, and the Hell's paradise will close all by itself.]
"But how do I do that?"
Vincent didn't know what to do to stop the crimson one.
He had fought him before and knew that his body heals at a rapid speed. Killing it even by beheading, breaking its body structure, or impaling its flesh a hundred times wasn't possible! It wouldn't die no matter how many times he attacks him. Not to mention, Asura wasn't with him this time around either!
Vincent initially planned to take it slow, fight it out with him, exchange hundreds of moves and find out about his weakness. However, the situation had now changed abruptly and he didn't have enough time to do that!
[Just reach close to him and stuck a sword or a weapon made out of your blood in his neck, forehead, or chest, and then think of absorbing him into your body. The seals left behind by your father will absorb him, and he won't be able to resist!]
Its words gave new hope to Vincent, who immediately charged towards the crimson one, the desire to impale his flesh blazing brightly in his crimson eyes, mixing with the same color of brightness around him.
