Chapter 933 - Duels
GDK 933: Duels
At the Pandemonium, inside a massive underground gymnasium.
Sanguis was wielding his broadsword that was bursting with blood-red radiance and fighting Bollands and Gilbert. Han Shuo was sitting on one side, quietly observing the battle.
There was a thin mist made of blood surrounding Sanguis. His skin seemed to be stained by blood and his eyes were glowing like a pair of terrifying red flames. Gilbert and Bollands were exerting themselves, pushing with their full strengths but were only barely able to resist Sanguis’ ferocious attacks.
Sanguis was born with the ‘Body of Sanguis’, an extremely rare type of body that was most suitable for cultivating Bloodgod Mantra, a subsect of Demonic Arts. Having tirelessly trained and cultivated, Sanguis had now reached an extremely profound realm in Bloodgod Mantra. Sanguis was able to easily route Gilbert and Bollands’ attacks and push them back by shooting bloody radiances from his broadsword.
Han Shuo had been silently but closely watching the battle. When Gilbert and Bollands were pushed so far back that they had no more room to retreat, Han Shuo finally intervened. He raised a hand and an enormous palm materialized out of nowhere, blocking the two sides and ceasing their battle.
“Well done, Sanguis, you have reached the most advanced level in Bloodgod Mantra,” said Han Shuo as he nodded. He then turned to the rather disappointed Bollands and advised, “Advancing in the Godslaying Devil Path requires constant bloodshed. Although you have reached the Bloodlust realm, it seems that you’re still lacking in your realm state. Bollands, there are times when you have been too calm. This will make it difficult for you to go berserk in a battle and fall into a demonic trance state. If you can get into a controlled demonic trance in every battle, your strength will manifold. You need to put more effort into this aspect.”
Bollands put away his flying sword, humbly bowed at Han Shuo, and asked, “Senior brother, how do I make myself fall into a demonic trance state during a fight?”
“You need to allow yourself to lose rationality and go wild. This usually requires provocation from your enemy. However, you can still practice entering the state by yourself, or at least close to it. Try imagining things that make you mad and imagine your opponent as the person you hate the most. And try not to think too much when fighting – just fill your mind with the desire to slaughter,” replied Han Shuo after thinking for a moment about his past experience of entering demonic trance.
“Gilbert, a major component of your demonic arts practice is in tempering the soul. The other major component is your body which I had forged in the same way that I would make a demonic weapon. Other than cultivating the energy of darkness, you must also pay attention to those two aspects.”
The Fringe has always been a place where the strong are honored. Therefore, even if Han Hao wasn’t his master’s son, Han Hao would still be treated with great respect.
When Han Hao came to the gymnasium’s entrance, he creased his brows, turned to Scarlett, and instructed, “Scarlett, stay here for a moment.”
“Okay,” Scarlett nodded. She was feeling rather nervous and bashful as she knew that she was going to meet his ‘father-in-law’ with Han Hao.
A so-called sneak attack would be completely ineffective against Han Hao as his soul was just too sensitive. He could sense the faint energy targeting him from inside the gymnasium before he was even close. Even though Sanguis had tried his best to conceal his aura and energy, Han Hao could still detect that Sanguis’ killing intent was locked onto him.
Han Hao also detected Han Shuo’s presence in the gymnasium and he reasoned that this person planning to ambush him was probably not an enemy. He was not worried about his own safety but had asked Scarlett to wait outside lest she be affected by the aftershocks of them clashing. After all, she was just an early-stage highgod.
After hearing Scarlett’s response, Han Hao took on an aggressive demeanor. A three-meter long bone spear suddenly emerged from the palm of his right hand. A chilling aura and terrible killing intent erupted from the bone spear in Han Hao’s grasp. This shocked Zovic. Puzzled and panicking, he cried, “Young Master Han Hao, what are you doing?”
“Don’t worry, someone wants to duel with me. It’s gonna be fine,” explained Han Hao before he finally stepped into the gymnasium.
Immediately, the gymnasium was lit up by an intense burst of blood-red light like a sun made of blood had appeared out of nowhere while an intense reeking of blood flooded the gymnasium. Sanguis, carrying his blooded broadsword and the sky filled with daggers made of blood, began descending upon Han Hao.