Chapter 212
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"He truly is dumb, right?", before turning toward Fell and continuing. "Well, that's obvious. Why would I run from the biggest opportunity of my life? Fighting hundreds of vicious beasts isn't something you can do every day."
"You're not afraid of dying?", asked Fell.
"Aren't we all?", responded the man with a smirk. "Although to us, we've risen from the mass through fists and blood. Why would we evade the incoming war?", he then turned around and showed the many men on the floor. "Just know that they are in!"
His voice boomed, and Fell couldn't help but gradually pieces the much information he had gotten from the man. "So he is their leaders…", he couldn't help but think before looking at the man a few times. And as he gazed at him, he couldn't but feel that he had met him many times in the central district, and although they had never talked, he had always felt this presence.
A thick and potent smell of blood flowed out of the red haired man, and the more he stood near the man. The strongest that stench would get and that smell wouldn't go unnoticed, even in the vast central district.
At some point, he couldn't help but take a few sniffs, followed by a strange action that left the individual in the courtyard dumbfounded. Fell closed his eyes and executed his blood related awareness technique, Blood Perception. Seconds passed in silence, and a short period after that, he reopened his eyes, and the way he looked at the red haired man changed.
"This man is the one who owned the blood treasure…", he thought in his mind without leaving the man from his sight. "A pity the treasure already has a master."
The moment he had executed his technique, an enormous mass of blood essence had appeared in the middle of the courtyard. Its density and potency were strong to the point where the blood essence from the other individual was completely washed out and didn't even appear in Fell's senses.
Even the red haired man's own blood essence was masked by what the blood treasure radiated in energy. Fell couldn't help but be shocked that the thing he had been looking for had appeared in front of him. His sight crossed with the red haired man, and without expressing a single word, he knew that his thought had been read.
A smile appeared on the red haired man's face, and his lips opened. "Oh, you've also got this kind of perceptive power.", a very apparent bloodlust was present in his words.
What was strange was that Fell noticed that he was the only one who heard those words. Sifiso and the other gladiators who had recovered didn't hear anything.
"Should we talk in private?", exclaimed Fell with a large smile. His exposed fangs flashed with a minute burst of killing intent.
Although he knew that the man wasn't his enemies, he had come to learn that those bastards from the coliseum preferred fights over talks. He simply guessed that it was the same for the red haired man, and frankly speaking, that also suited Fell quite well.
The red haired man and Fell's figure moved at the same time, completely disappearing from the courtyard. An ugly expression appeared on Sifiso's face, and he couldn't help but let a long sigh escape from his lips. His back curved slightly as it bent even more, his footsteps slowed down as he made his way out of the courtyard.
Too much had happened for Sifiso tonight, and the weight he had unconsciously been shouldering all of his life had started wearing him down. But that was just a fact, one that wasn't taken into account by Fell and the red haired men.
They reappeared in a wasteland, where a building had recently been taking down. The place was a few dozen meters away from the coliseum and wasn't very frequented by the citizens of the Core. Red and Fell had chosen this place to avoid being bothered by anyone, and to avoid destroying buildings that people actually used as living places.
Fell looked at the red haired man with a smile on his face before exclaiming in a loud voice. "I am actually quite intrigued by the treasure you have, mind sharing a little information on it?"
A long hearty laughter escaped from the red haired man, a flash of murderous intent glinted in his eyes, and he responded in a calm voice.
"I don't even know your name, yet you are already asking for my secrets?", he said with a grin on his lips before stepping forward and adding. "I guess you're truly a native of this shit town."
His figure disappeared, and a cloud of dust rose from where he had stood. The next moment he reappeared, his fist had turned red, and Fell could sense an enormous amount of blood essence circulate in his body toward his clenched fist. Soldier's Fortune flew out of its scabbard to respond to the move in the blink of an eye.
Fell's sword drew a semi circular movement in the air and connected with the red haired man's fist during the mid air strokes. Time seemed to go to a standstill, and Fell redirected the man's move with ease.
"I guess you didn't force to their knee with just words…", the red haired man couldn't help but exclaimed before his expression turned serious.
His fine, and long red hairs rose the air without any wind movement, and his cloth began moving in sync with them. A tremendous amount of energy was being stored inside of his muscular body. Fell swiftly recognized that the man wasn't joking at all, and that the next attack would be a serious one where he would be testing his own limit.
"You want to play it like this?", he mumbled with Soldier's Fortune disappearing back in his spatial pocket. Fell's skin popped with many veins as his body cultivation was release to its utmost faculties. He had always liked playing in the opponent ground, and today he wouldn't change his style with his style.
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"He truly is dumb, right?", before turning toward Fell and continuing. "Well, that's obvious. Why would I run from the biggest opportunity of my life? Fighting hundreds of vicious beasts isn't something you can do every day."
"You're not afraid of dying?", asked Fell.
"Aren't we all?", responded the man with a smirk. "Although to us, we've risen from the mass through fists and blood. Why would we evade the incoming war?", he then turned around and showed the many men on the floor. "Just know that they are in!"
His voice boomed, and Fell couldn't help but gradually pieces the much information he had gotten from the man. "So he is their leaders…", he couldn't help but think before looking at the man a few times. And as he gazed at him, he couldn't but feel that he had met him many times in the central district, and although they had never talked, he had always felt this presence.
A thick and potent smell of blood flowed out of the red haired man, and the more he stood near the man. The strongest that stench would get and that smell wouldn't go unnoticed, even in the vast central district.
At some point, he couldn't help but take a few sniffs, followed by a strange action that left the individual in the courtyard dumbfounded. Fell closed his eyes and executed his blood related awareness technique, Blood Perception. Seconds passed in silence, and a short period after that, he reopened his eyes, and the way he looked at the red haired man changed.
"This man is the one who owned the blood treasure…", he thought in his mind without leaving the man from his sight. "A pity the treasure already has a master."
The moment he had executed his technique, an enormous mass of blood essence had appeared in the middle of the courtyard. Its density and potency were strong to the point where the blood essence from the other individual was completely washed out and didn't even appear in Fell's senses.
Even the red haired man's own blood essence was masked by what the blood treasure radiated in energy. Fell couldn't help but be shocked that the thing he had been looking for had appeared in front of him. His sight crossed with the red haired man, and without expressing a single word, he knew that his thought had been read.
A smile appeared on the red haired man's face, and his lips opened. "Oh, you've also got this kind of perceptive power.", a very apparent bloodlust was present in his words.
What was strange was that Fell noticed that he was the only one who heard those words. Sifiso and the other gladiators who had recovered didn't hear anything.
"Should we talk in private?", exclaimed Fell with a large smile. His exposed fangs flashed with a minute burst of killing intent.
Although he knew that the man wasn't his enemies, he had come to learn that those bastards from the coliseum preferred fights over talks. He simply guessed that it was the same for the red haired man, and frankly speaking, that also suited Fell quite well.
The red haired man and Fell's figure moved at the same time, completely disappearing from the courtyard. An ugly expression appeared on Sifiso's face, and he couldn't help but let a long sigh escape from his lips. His back curved slightly as it bent even more, his footsteps slowed down as he made his way out of the courtyard.
Too much had happened for Sifiso tonight, and the weight he had unconsciously been shouldering all of his life had started wearing him down. But that was just a fact, one that wasn't taken into account by Fell and the red haired men.
They reappeared in a wasteland, where a building had recently been taking down. The place was a few dozen meters away from the coliseum and wasn't very frequented by the citizens of the Core. Red and Fell had chosen this place to avoid being bothered by anyone, and to avoid destroying buildings that people actually used as living places.
Fell looked at the red haired man with a smile on his face before exclaiming in a loud voice. "I am actually quite intrigued by the treasure you have, mind sharing a little information on it?"
A long hearty laughter escaped from the red haired man, a flash of murderous intent glinted in his eyes, and he responded in a calm voice.
"I don't even know your name, yet you are already asking for my secrets?", he said with a grin on his lips before stepping forward and adding. "I guess you're truly a native of this shit town."
His figure disappeared, and a cloud of dust rose from where he had stood. The next moment he reappeared, his fist had turned red, and Fell could sense an enormous amount of blood essence circulate in his body toward his clenched fist. Soldier's Fortune flew out of its scabbard to respond to the move in the blink of an eye.
Fell's sword drew a semi circular movement in the air and connected with the red haired man's fist during the mid air strokes. Time seemed to go to a standstill, and Fell redirected the man's move with ease.
"I guess you didn't force to their knee with just words…", the red haired man couldn't help but exclaimed before his expression turned serious.
His fine, and long red hairs rose the air without any wind movement, and his cloth began moving in sync with them. A tremendous amount of energy was being stored inside of his muscular body. Fell swiftly recognized that the man wasn't joking at all, and that the next attack would be a serious one where he would be testing his own limit.
"You want to play it like this?", he mumbled with Soldier's Fortune disappearing back in his spatial pocket. Fell's skin popped with many veins as his body cultivation was release to its utmost faculties. He had always liked playing in the opponent ground, and today he wouldn't change his style with his style.
"He truly is dumb, right?", before turning toward Fell and continuing. "Well, that's obvious. Why would I run from the biggest opportunity of my life? Fighting hundreds of vicious beasts isn't something you can do every day.""You're not afraid of dying?", asked Fell."Aren't we all?", responded the man with a smirk. "Although to us, we've risen from the mass through fists and blood. Why would we evade the incoming war?", he then turned around and showed the many men on the floor. "Just know that they are in!"His voice boomed, and Fell couldn't help but gradually pieces the much information he had gotten from the man. "So he is their leaders", he couldn't help but think before looking at the man a few times. And as he gazed at him, he couldn't but feel that he had met him many times in the central district, and although they had never talked, he had always felt this presence.A thick and potent smell of blood flowed out of the red haired man, and the more he stood near the man. The strongest that stench would get and that smell wouldn't go unnoticed, even in the vast central district.At some point, he couldn't help but take a few sniffs, followed by a strange action that left the individual in the courtyard dumbfounded. Fell closed his eyes and executed his blood related awareness technique, Blood Perception. Seconds passed in silence, and a short period after that, he reopened his eyes, and the way he looked at the red haired man changed."This man is the one who owned the blood treasure", he thought in his mind without leaving the man from his sight. "A pity the treasure already has a master."The moment he had executed his technique, an enormous mass of blood essence had appeared in the middle of the courtyard. Its density and potency were strong to the point where the blood essence from the other individual was completely washed out and didn't even appear in Fell's senses.Even the red haired man's own blood essence was masked by what the blood treasure radiated in energy. Fell couldn't help but be shocked that the thing he had been looking for had appeared in front of him. His sight crossed with the red haired man, and without expressing a single word, he knew that his thought had been read.A smile appeared on the red haired man's face, and his lips opened. "Oh, you've also got this kind of perceptive power.", a very apparent bloodlust was present in his words.What was strange was that Fell noticed that he was the only one who heard those words. Sifiso and the other gladiators who had recovered didn't hear anything."Should we talk in private?", exclaimed Fell with a large smile. His exposed fangs flashed with a minute burst of killing intent.Although he knew that the man wasn't his enemies, he had come to learn that those bastards from the coliseum preferred fights over talks. He simply guessed that it was the same for the red haired man, and frankly speaking, that also suited Fell quite well.The red haired man and Fell's figure moved at the same time, completely disappearing from the courtyard. An ugly expression appeared on Sifiso's face, and he couldn't help but let a long sigh escape from his lips. His back curved slightly as it bent even more, his footsteps slowed down as he made his way out of the courtyard.Too much had happened for Sifiso tonight, and the weight he had unconsciously been shouldering all of his life had started wearing him down. But that was just a fact, one that wasn't taken into account by Fell and the red haired men.They reappeared in a wasteland, where a building had recently been taking down. The place was a few dozen meters away from the coliseum and wasn't very frequented by the citizens of the Core. Red and Fell had chosen this place to avoid being bothered by anyone, and to avoid destroying buildings that people actually used as living places.Fell looked at the red haired man with a smile on his face before exclaiming in a loud voice. "I am actually quite intrigued by the treasure you have, mind sharing a little information on it?"A long hearty laughter escaped from the red haired man, a flash of murderous intent glinted in his eyes, and he responded in a calm voice."I don't even know your name, yet you are already asking for my secrets?", he said with a grin on his lips before stepping forward and adding. "I guess you're truly a native of this shit town."His figure disappeared, and a cloud of dust rose from where he had stood. The next moment he reappeared, his fist had turned red, and Fell could sense an enormous amount of blood essence circulate in his body toward his clenched fist. Soldier's Fortune flew out of its scabbard to respond to the move in the blink of an eye.Fell's sword drew a semi circular movement in the air and connected with the red haired man's fist during the mid air strokes. Time seemed to go to a standstill, and Fell redirected the man's move with ease."I guess you didn't force to their knee with just words", the red haired man couldn't help but exclaimed before his expression turned serious.His fine, and long red hairs rose the air without any wind movement, and his cloth began moving in sync with them. A tremendous amount of energy was being stored inside of his muscular body. Fell swiftly recognized that the man wasn't joking at all, and that the next attack would be a serious one where he would be testing his own limit."You want to play it like this?", he mumbled with Soldier's Fortune disappearing back in his spatial pocket. Fell's skin popped with many veins as his body cultivation was release to its utmost faculties. He had always liked playing in the opponent ground, and today he wouldn't change his style with his style.
