Transmigrated with my corruption system-Chapter 42: Absolute Dominance

Up ahead, an absurd sight came into view as a black-robed youth stood, his hand extended out, grabbing the massive Sanguine Blood Wolf into the air as if it weighed nothing.

The sight seemed odd and terrifying at the same time, yet it was undeniable. What kind of strength did it take to pull something like that off? When did he even get up?

Multiple questions flooded their minds as they tried to process all they were seeing.

The beast in question thrashed madly, the runes and sigils igniting wildly as it tried to channel more power from the hovering phantom.

But despite everything it tried, It all crumbled under the black-robed youth’s grasp. Causing it for the first time to tremble as fear seeped into its being.

It could now slowly make out how the golden wolves had been torn apart, and if it couldn’t escape the grasp, then it would share the same fate.

Watching as the figure clutching its neck slowly rose, tilting his head to look at it. That thought was only reinforced, feeling chills race across its spine.

Sighing softly, Ulric lifted his gaze, looking at the Sanguine Blood Wolf as a faint smile stretched across his lips. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He thought he understood strength. But feeling the endless wave of energy stirring restlessly across his body. The smile on his face couldn’t help but stretch wider.

He wouldn’t get used to this any time soon.

A few moments ago, he had been filled with weakness. Now his body was drenched in power.

The beast he had once seen as a challenge was merely an instrument of entertainment, no longer posing any threat to him.

And as if to prove the thought, he looked down, staring at his chest. Where the Sanguine Blood Wolf had landed a fully charged attack before he had grasped it.

Now the only proof of it was the torn robe that was repairing itself.

Not a single mark imposed by the attack.

"Impressive," he breathed, unable to hold off his excitement anymore.

As the thought crossed his mind, he flicked his wrist before releasing. The gesture created a shockwave as he sent the beast flying back with merely half his strength.

It crashed at the edge of the arena into one of the dungeon walls before slowly sliding down.

The crowd, already bewildered by the sight, couldn’t help but stare, no longer sure how to react.

From the aura the young lord had emitted, it had signified monstrous strength. But now seeing it exerted before them was entirely different.

This was just horrendous. One youth gulped before his eyes widened, trailing to where the Sanguine Blood Wolf had just crashed.

Faint microfractures raced across the dungeon wall. Soon more and more noticed.

Dungeon walls were basically impregnable. To even cause a single microfracture, the strength behind that attack must have exceeded Peak F-rank by an absurd margin.

Wielding E-rank power within F-rank? At other times, if someone had told them anything remotely close to this, they would have instantly discarded it as gibberish nonsense.

But now, It was happening before their eyes.

It couldn’t get more real than this. Still, thoughts of doubt couldn’t help but arise.

With one main question at the center of it all.

How? Just... how? This battle had long exceeded the thresholds their minds could process.

Watching as the Sanguine Blood Wolf rose again, Ulric smiled, nodding in appreciation.

The blow he had exerted ought to have killed any Peak F-rank beast in a single move.

Yet the beast slowly rose in defiance, unready to die. At least not just yet.

"It’s got spirit," Ulric breathed, a crooked smile spreading across his face. He was going to enjoy breaking it.

As the beast charged again, its speed had noticeably lessened. While it hadn’t died, it had suffered a lot of damage.

Must have broken a few bones, he mused.

As it stepped back within attack range, its maw snapped open.

Crimson energy flowed inside as an aura of destruction seeped out, forming an energy attack.

Ulric smiled, recognizing the move.

Similar to that of the golden wolves.

But the nature of destruction had been magnified to insane amounts.

When it finally launched the Crimson Claws, the aura it released was more than enough to affirm his suspicions.

Any other normal person would have dodged the attack. But Ulric was far from normal.

Something the wolf seemed to have anticipated, watching the human remain still.

Intending to clash openly with the spectral crimson claw.

But what he didn’t know was that within that attack, the beast had infused more than half the energy it could draw from its bloodline.

And when the attack finally landed. A look of relief plastered across its face.

Whatever the outcome, this attack would heavily damage the dark-robed figure.

If it were before, the figures in the crowd would have been frozen with worry, feeling the attack the blood wolf had just unleashed.

But after all they had just seen. All they could feel was pity. To think this would be enough to take down the young lord.

And as if to reaffirm that thought, they watched the claw explode into crimson energy the moment it came into contact with the dark-robed figure.

Shrouding him in waves of energy from the aftermath. When it died down, their thoughts were confirmed.

Watching the young lord step out of it.

His figure remaining the same as before. Not even the ground beneath him had burrowed from the aftermath.

The attack hadn’t even been enough to force him a step back. The only thing that could have signified he had endured an attack was his charred robe, which was slowly repairing itself.

And after a few minutes. It was fully mended.

The Sanguine Blood Wolf stared from ahead, watching as one of its most lethal attacks failed to deal any damage to the figure before it.

If it had been sentient enough to utter human words. It would have long yelled out,

"Impossible!"

Everything about the dark-robed figure was impossible. And the longer it continued to fight him, the faster it was becoming depressed.

If it had known this was how the battle would unfold, it would have used all its strength to finish off the figure at the beginning.

As the thoughts clawed at it, regret fused with rage. Before slowly, rationality slipped from its grasp as it charged forward.

Only one thought consuming it. To slay the dark-robed figure. No matter the cost.

Seeing the sudden change, Ulric sighed, recognizing it instantly.

The beast had gone fully berserk. He supposed there was only so far its worldview could be stretched before entirely crumbling.

Now it burned its bloodline, the runes on its body blazing more than ever. Trying to mobilize every ounce of strength to kill him.

But even with all this. Ulric smiled. It was far from enough. He exhaled, extending his hand.

Time to end its suffering.