They all call me Great Master-Chapter 228 - 225: This Spear, 2000 Gold Coins, Can You Block It?

Snowflakes the size of fingertips danced in the wind from the north, one after another, one following the other, twirling rapidly into clusters, then...

They exploded!

Boom!

A pure white brilliance illuminated much of South Los in that moment.

In the blink of an eye, everything was clad in silvery white.

The large trees on both sides of the shaded path were covered in snow, looking like mist, almost ethereal.

The path of the shaded lane was completely engulfed in snow, and at that moment, it did not resemble the pathway in South Los at all, but rather the far north of North County.

The fleeing member of the Death Poetry Society frantically escaped, the arcane artifacts in his hands flashing one after another, the Glyphic Language from his mouth never stopping!

His face had long lost its usual composure, filled only with panic and confusion.

Arcana Level!

He could never have imagined that the ’Blood Descendant’ he had once met briefly was of the Arcana Level!

That within the Bloodline Clan there still existed someone of the Arcana Level!

With the existence of an Arcana Level being, the so-called annihilation of the Bloodline Clan was completely laughable. With this ’Blood Descendant’ and a remote domain out of the public eye, just twenty or thirty years of recuperation could see the Bloodline Clan revived.

But why was there still someone of the Arcana Level within the Bloodline Clan?

To him, this seemed utterly fantastical, completely beyond comprehension.

’Could this be the Blood Marquis’s contingency plan?’

Suddenly, a thought emerged at the bottom of his heart.

Immediately, that thought became a firm conviction.

Apart from the Blood Marquis, he could think of no other explanation.

And with the appearance of this thought, the escape speed of the Death Poetry Society member became even faster.

But,

useless!

The power of frost swept in.

The artifacts in the hands of the Death Poetry Society member were instantly frozen solid.

Even he himself, maintaining the posture of his escape, was frozen into a statue of ice.

It’s not that he did not want to use a secret technique to escape again.

But when the power of frost covered him, even his ability to think was frozen, he had no time to react, and the whole person plunged into endless darkness.

And as more snow and ice shot towards him, the ice sculpture shattered.

Along with all the clothes, ornaments, and so on, everything was destroyed.

Standing on the back of the ’Blood Bat’, Arthur, who controlled the ’Blood Descendant’, watched this scene and let out a cold laugh from the depths of his heart.

This spear, 2000 gold coins, can you block it?

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The frost power just now was not like the ordinary arrows built by consuming half of the "Exquisite Human Puppet’s" ’Fresh Blood’.

To completely take down this member of the Death Poetry Society, Arthur controlled the ’Blood Descendant’ to continuously draw from the gold coins in the Atos’s Box that he held in his left hand, stopping only when the ’Exquisite Human Puppet’ reached its limit—this time it was not only the exhaustion of the original gold coins in the Atos’s Box, but also all the gold coins brought from Oakwood Manor were used up, even 51 coins were supplemented from the gold obtained from Harris’s secret room.

However, the scene in front of him made Arthur feel satisfied.

Just one strike caused the heavens and earth to change color.

This scene made Arthur think of the Countess.

But unlike her, he had only one strike.

And he had reached his limit.

Also…

It was expensive!

Looking at the fragments of arcane artifacts on the distant ground, Arthur felt pained—he really wanted to finely control the power, to let it only take down the member of the Death Poetry Society and leave the artifacts he carried behind.

Unfortunately, with his first contact with power of this level, Arthur simply couldn’t do it.

’Influencing the sky, is this what they call Arcana Level?’

Arthur recalled the panic-stricken shouts of the Death Poetry Society member just before his death and silently noted this strange term in his heart.

The young Spirit Medium knew he had touched upon higher-level knowledge of the Mystic Side.

However, now was not the time for research—

Huff, huff!

The ’Blood Bat’ fluttered its wings in the snow, issuing fine, cheerful sounds, appearing incredibly delighted.

The gaze of the "Blood Descendants" then drifted downwards.

In the midst of the ice and snow, the Peeping Toms immediately hunched their necks, not daring to move an inch.

When the gaze of the "Blood Descendants" swept over them, they felt as though they were being sliced by knives, enduring unbearable pain and overwhelming fright.

Facing a being of Arcana Level, they couldn’t muster the slightest inclination to resist.

At that moment, they envied those who had the foresight to escape quickly before the burst of ice and snow.

They admired the smartness of those fellows.

And despised their own stupidity.

However, the next moment, these Peeping Toms began to feel fortunate again.

Because—

"Big brother!"

A shout rang out, and a figure appeared on the tree-lined path.

Seeing the member of the "Bloodline Clan" with eyes glowing red, surprise filled the eyes of these Peeping Toms, followed by wild joy.

They rejoiced at the secret they had uncovered.

And then, that joy was frozen solid on their faces.

The lingering power of the frost made it easy for the "Blood Descendants" to finish these fellows off.

The lack of further expense made Arthur breathe a sigh of relief.

Concerning these Peeping Toms, using the state of "Child of Blood" granted by the "Exquisite Human Puppet," Arthur had long since become aware of them, and even knew about those who had fled in advance.

But, Arthur did not stop them.

He needed these people to establish a new reputation for the "Blood Descendants."

However, it was sufficient for just a portion of the people to pass the message along.

As for the rest?

They were naturally to be ’educated.’

Bern, a member of the "Bloodline Clan" brimming with happiness, immediately felt as if cold water had been poured over his head by the look of disappointment on his elder brother’s face on top of the "Blood Bat."

The moment he saw his big brother summon a "Blood Bat," this member of the "Bloodline Clan" was already filled with delight.

As a member of the "Bloodline Clan," he understood all too well what owning a "Blood Bat" meant for them.

It meant that they had the power to strike back!

To make those enemies wary!

And afterwards, when the big brother displayed power at the Arcana Level, this member of the "Bloodline Clan" was almost ecstatic.

If the appearance of the "Blood Bat" would make many wary, then a big brother who had Arcana Level power would teach those fellows to show respect. Experience more content on novelbuddy

Even, they could seek a territory in a remote location.

Even though it was far from the original status of the "Bloodline Clan," it was enough to excite Bern.

And for this reason, the uncontrollably excited young member of the "Bloodline Clan," Bern, rushed out.

But when he encountered the gaze of the "Blood Descendants," Bern sobered up.

He regretted his impulsiveness and lack of etiquette.

"I apologize, big brother!"

Bern knelt on one knee.

In the strict rules of the "Bloodline Clan," one must always keep calm, be graceful, especially in the presence of outsiders, where etiquette was a must.

Arthur glanced at Bern, then turned his gaze again towards Freeman and Amiel.

Or more precisely, towards Freeman...

Arthur had noticed something off about him!

That posture was not one a Blood Gladiator should possess.

’Is it because of the fragmented Bloodsucking Ancestor Worm used for the creation?

Or is it because it’s mixed with the ’Fresh Blood’ from an "Exquisite Human Puppet"?’

Arthur guessed inwardly.

Then, a smile suddenly emerged from the depths of his heart.

Because—

They had taken the bait!