The Universe Is Innately Just 187 Through Blood And Bonds Part Four

Boom- His figure crossed the remaining distance that existed between him and the elder. His sword drew dozens of semi-circular strokes in the air, and hidden in them were downward thrusts and upward slashes. The dancing blade only stopped for a split second when the elder took a step back, the two streams that had rushed to defend him had been turned into droplets that soiled Fell's clothes with a crimson red color.

The short pause didn't take much to turn into a piercing thrust as Fell jumped forward. He relentlessly followed the elder, with his sword hand executing one sword strike after the other.

Shock manifested in the elder's heart as he couldn't help but understand the origin of the man in front of him. How could someone like this appear from the Core; that place had been soiled and used by the main district for centuries, and the only reason why they hadn't made it disappear was due to a few organizations. Organizations that still couldn't approach the walls of the inner district, from fear of being decimated in less than a minute.

The difference of strength and resources between the two places of the same city was high, to the point where one was a heavenly garden while the other was an earthly h.e.l.l.

The elder did his utmost in defending himself. But Fell relentless pursuit didn't stop for even a moment; his sword drew many circular and semi-circular stroke in the path toward the elder's weak points. His trans.m.u.tation from soft to hard was done between every few moves. His rhythm was too complex for the elder to be able to adapt.

After a few seconds of close quarters combat pa.s.sed, the two opponents had since long exchanged more than a few hundred moves, and still didn't manage to injure either of them. From the corner of his vision, the elder saw members of the leading families flee from the ballroom; their faces painted a sad image, an odd mixture of horror and incomprehension.

Their hasty steps took them to the garden. Although not far away from the elder, the bodies stopped exploding into mists of broken bones and mangled flesh, after leaving the ballroom. The elder noticed that his precious nutrients had left his range, and anger flashed in a slightly rejuvenated face.

The little pest in front of him couldn't be any more annoying. The resilience of his body combined with the speed and sharpness of his attack and the radiating pressure of the sword made the elder sweat buckets during the fight. Although he wanted to take care of Fell in a clean and fast method, he feared that the n.o.bles from the leading families would have enough time to leave the venue.

"You little p.r.i.c.k should curb your s.h.i.+tty enthusiasm!", the Golden family elder's body had already recovered to the point where he looked slightly younger than before his breakthrough.

The skin that looked like dry wood had grown back to being healthy and even had a tinge of red to it. It was the same for his hair, a head filled with blond hair rested on top of his shoulders. Due to his abnormal absorption of blood essence, every feature of his body contained a tinge of red in them. The only exception was his eyes that glowed in a crimson red light that revealed the sanguine thirst that had taken him.

Fell responded to the Golden Elder with a downward swipe of his sword. The elusive weapon turned into a ghost, broke through the speed of sound, before reappearing a few inches from Golden's knee. "Taking down his mobility will disable him from following them!", his thoughts trans.m.u.ted into a sharp and deadly sword intent that gathered around his sword.

It wasn't unknown if it was Fell's sword that was getting stronger or the elder's mind who was wandering too much during the fight. But Fell's blow his its target, and a clean line appeared in the middle of Golden's leg. Thud!

The sound of a leg hitting the marbled floor resounded. And a m.u.f.fled grunt of pain escaped between Golden's gritted teeth, yet the injury only stopped him for a second, and dozens of bloodied streams rushed toward Fell. One of them swiftly made its way toward the amputated limb, and promptly took it back to its original body.

While the rest of the streams turned into a two meters high wave that washed everything in its pa.s.sage, Fell retreated back, and using one of the many tables as a spring, he evaded the attack and disappeared in the ceiling.

Golden stood in the middle of the bloodied ballroom. Corpses laid on every corner of the room, and the nauseous metallic odor of blood had taken place in every inch in the air. The smell of blood had mixed with the deadly flavor coming from corpses, and a rotten smell started coming out of a few bodies.

The banquet had descended from a glamorous fantasy, to a baneful horror in less than a few minutes. A lot of guests knew that an entertaining event would happen later in the night. But never in their twisted mind occurred the thought of a malicious ma.s.sacre happening.

"Dad, Wh- what is going on with the elder?", said a brat with tears running down his cheek. His snot full face portrayed an ugly grimace of horror, and his mind had ingrained the image that had just happened in the ballroom.

"Don't talk, Jack, keep running!", responded a middle-aged man with blood ticking down his lips. He was one of the cultivators from the Golden family and had used a mysterious technique to avoid the elder's absorption. But the price he had to pay, might not have been too different from being absorbed. If a scanner was pa.s.sed on his body, one would notice that more than half of his internal organs had disappeared.

Yet a determined gaze hung firmly on his face. And only when he looked at his son did it soften slightly, the survival of his son was worth much more to him than his own life.