After arriving at the alley.
“Now that no bloodkin are around to interrupt, you might as well accept your fate.”
The Mohawk Bloodkin hoisted his short axe and sneered, speaking first: “Seeing as you’re girls, maybe we’ll go easy and not hurt you too badly.”
With that, he drew the Moon Blade from his waist, ready to make his move.
Lorelvil frowned slightly at the provocation, but didn’t immediately probe the depths of the alley or the surrounding buildings.
Making her move, blood threads snapped out from her fingertips.
“No need to be this cautious, right? Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Grey, a second-year senior at Holy Blood Academy.”
Grey, who carried the Blood Core Heavy Sword on his back, let out a cold laugh, though he also took note of her.
Lorelvil’s caution struck him as unexpected.
“We’re all students of Holy Blood Academy. If we’re fighting fair and square, there’s no need for ambush tricks.”
“Who knows?”
After checking, Lorelvil finally retracted her blood threads and spoke.
In truth, Holy Blood Academy was no stranger to those who formed cliques for personal gain, so Lorelvil’s concerns weren’t entirely unfounded.
The alley was extremely narrow, only enough for two to walk side by side, with rusted iron racks piled on both sides and a row of leftover-food trash bins.
If it were Grey’s Blood Core Heavy Sword, it couldn’t be used freely in this kind of space, which counted as Lorelvil cleverly using the terrain to her advantage.
“Let’s start. No more wasting time.”
Grey stood in the middle of the alley, and the heavy sword let out a dull thud as it struck the ground.
His Talent Secret Art was called “Raging Strength Blood Mark,” which could inject Blood Energy into Blood Core weapons to boost explosive power, making it a powerful secret art focused on practical combat among Third Order bloodkin.
The moment he spoke, Grey’s Blood Qi surged around him, red light wrapping the sword blade, clearly in a state of gathering power.
The other bloodkin moved as well.
The Mohawk Bloodkin filled the gap beside Grey, while the Blood Whip Bloodkin swung his long whip from the rear to flank.
But just as the Mohawk Bloodkin’s short axe was about to strike Lorelvil’s neck, she moved.
A “Blood Flash” activated, and Lorelvil’s body vanished from the spot in an instant, reappearing on the other side in the next moment.
With a twist of her waist and a turn, she completed a beautiful folding-leg kick.
The explosive speed not only shook off the long whip, but also caught the Mohawk Bloodkin and the others completely off guard.
The Mohawk Bloodkin took the kick to his chest, caving it inward.
With a bang, he slammed heavily into the ground dozens of feet away, knocked out cold.
“Moon Arc Shift Folding Shadow Kick,” a basic leg technique among Combat Skills. It looked simple, yet hid killing intent.
Combined with the extreme speed of “Blood Flash,” it achieved a one-shot kill in an instant.
The bloodkin on Grey’s side stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what had just happened.
The Mohawk Bloodkin had been so arrogant because his strength was second only to Grey’s, yet when facing Lorelvil, he wasn’t even worth one move.
This also showed them the power of Lorelvil at Third Order.
Fini was just as shocked.
She had been hunting Blood Beasts alongside Lorelvil for a while, but this was the first time she saw Lorelvil go all out.
It was even stronger than in the Practical Combat Class—her Combat Skills sharper, her speed faster.
Who knew what Lorelvil had gone through during the practical training.
“Careful. This time, Simon, you take the front. I’ll handle Lorelvil. Remember, don’t underestimate her.”
Grey ignored the Mohawk Bloodkin lying on the ground and spoke to the sneaky bloodkin holding the dagger.
His charge was complete, so it was time to strike.
“If I keep building up, the burst will be even stronger, but Lorelvil alone might not hold out.”
The dagger-wielding bloodkin curled his lips into a sinister grin and licked the blade.
Grey and the dagger-wielding bloodkin shot forward at the same time.
This was the most basic secret art, and Lorelvil had long mastered it, but Grey’s involvement undoubtedly made the battle harder to handle.
Third Order wasn’t just a leap in strength—it was a qualitative change in combat experience.
So there was no technique to speak of; the only way was to clash head-on!
Three Blood Blades bought Lorelvil precious cooldown time.
Beneath her feet, her form moved like a phantom, dodging the first wave of attacks from the Blood Whip.
Meanwhile, that honest-looking bloodkin holding the dagger could only stand on the far edge, staring helplessly.
“Clang, clang, clang…“
Lorelvil not only had to restrain the sneaky bloodkin’s attacks, but also deal with the ambushes from behind.
Fini, at Lorelvil’s side, didn’t hold back either, drawing her Moon Blade.
“Overestimating yourself.”
Grey roared, driving his Raging Strength Blood Mark, the heavy sword wrapped in Blood Qi as it cleaved toward Fini.
If this strike could send Fini flying, not only would it wash away the shame Lorelvil had inflicted earlier, but it would also throw Lorelvil into chaos.
But the alley was too narrow—he had barely swung the sword halfway before it was blocked by the iron rack on the side.
“Your opponent is me.”
Lorelvil let out a cold snort, seeing through Grey’s intent. She sidestepped the blade, twisted her wrist, and condensed a Blood Blade, slashing it toward Grey’s wrist.
“Clang!“
Grey hurriedly pulled his sword back to block, that strike nearly crippling his hand.
And after the Blood Core Heavy Sword clashed with the Blood Blade, Lorelvil felt a tremendous force surge through her, and the Blood Blade in her hand melted and shattered like snow under the sun.
“This is…?”
Lorelvil realized what had happened, her expression shifting slightly.
She stepped back to create distance and condensed another Blood Blade in her hand.
“Haha, that so-called Blood Blade you condense with Blood Energy can never compare to a real weapon imbued with the power of a Blood Core like mine.”
Seeing this, Grey grew even more excited.
Lorelvil frowned at his words.
Teacher Jerwen had also mentioned the power of Blood Core weapons before, and it seemed today’s evidence proved it true.
Under Grey’s full drive, the might of the Blood Core weapon had directly shattered the Third Order secret art Blood Blade!
“Lorelvil, be smart. Surrender now while you still can.”
Grey pressed his advantage, swinging his sword in relentless attacks.
The heavy sword split the air with a howling wind, yet it was continuously limited by the cramped terrain. Lorelvil kept retreating, and every exchange ended with her Blood Blade shattering.
She couldn’t use the blocking power of her blood threads to apply a soft interrupt on Grey for now—if she failed, he would be on guard.
Moreover, at the same rank, it would cause backlash on herself.
The timing wasn’t right, so Lorelvil could only twist and turn through the alley like an eel, switching between Blood Blades and blood threads in constant variation.
To Grey, it looked like a game of cat and mouse.
It was certainly frustrating, but there was nothing he could do.
His heavy sword was made for wide, sweeping strokes, making it hard to get close to her.
Meanwhile, Fini was gradually losing ground.
The Blood Whip Bloodkin wasn’t that strong in general, but the Blood Whip’s attack range far exceeded a short blade, especially with the sneaky dagger-wielding bloodkin’s ambushes.
“Hiss—that hurts!“
Even with Lorelvil’s divided attention to help, Fini’s arm still got caught by the whip, leaving streaks of red, swollen welts.
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