Falcon stood there watching the groveling man—His smirk proudly worn on his face. "You said I am weak compared to Tang but look now! You are groveling like a rat you are! I'm smarter and more tactical. My mind is my weapon."
Duval managed to choke out a chuckle. "Tch...coward's way to fight." His words earned him the ire of Falcon—the blasts increased on his back and the crater he was in doubled in size—blood oozed from his back like a fountain from the consistent blasts.
The red lights flashing in his line of sight warned him and his body started to gain its form back—the tissues wired themselves back and the flesh weaved itself like a tapestry—Duval grinded his teeth as he pushed himself from the ground. The blood scythe he had in his had dissolved into a puddle of blood—his hands sunk into the ground but Duval made it to his hands and knees.
SIX TECHNIQUE: BLOOD BATH
The blood he had pooled before he chased Falcon finally arrived—the sphere of blood stood at the zenith of the sky and it exploded sending blood everywhere alarming Falcon who took notice—the blood spilled did not touch the ground but stood in the air draining all the color in the air turning everything red.
Duval, now in a kneeling position raised his hand against the beam. "You said I am a rat? Well time to show you what this rat can do!!!" Duval's muscles bulked and veins appeared as he got to his feet and repelled the beam back at the drone above him causing it to explode—this show of tenacity shocked Falcon who took a step back—his mind could not comprehend what he was seeing, the blast he had pinned Duval under was hotter than the surface of the sun yet it got repelled by the man that easily.
Duval jumped from the crater and landed on the ground before Falcon causing the ground to sink under his weight. "Ha! I told you, you are weaker than Elephant."
Tang this, Tang that! He is no better than me Falcon gritted his teeth—every single time he was compared to Tang. You are weaker than elephant. The goading from Duval got to him—a blood vessel appeared on Falcon as he gritted his teeth. "If he's so much better than me WHY is he dead!!!" His anger finally exploded and he said what was eating him up.
Duval grinned—the man had fallen for his trap.
DEMON BLOOD: ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE SHADOW HUNT
His ultimate technique—was active and the blood that was in the air glowed in response to his Neuro-Qi—the stitched up wound opening from him drawing up all the blood causing him to expand his blood vessels and exhaust his core causing it to overdrive. He was done playing around—Duval took a step and his body faded as he used Flash step, he appeared before the startled Falcon and punched him in the stomach causing Falcon's insides to shift.
Falcon coughed out blood from the impact and his body flew into the trees—Duval clutched his hand causing Falcon's body to pause mid air. The punch he sent was the connection between him and Falcon—it established the blood control and he used it to his advantage for manipulating blood was his Sect specialty, this version was his.
Duval clutched his hand causing Falcon to cough out more blood—his heart inside his ribcage clenched and blood started to escape throughout Falcon's pores, from the eyes, ears and nose—Duval walked upto Falcon and grinned. "Weak, I told you." He clenched his hand tighter causing Falcon's heart to explode—Falcon's body collapsed to the side, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Duval staggered, his vision going blurry and he fell backward, arms stretched. "Damn I'm tired..."
In the room Lia was trapped in, the others had already left and she was alone bound to the chair—outside she could hear the screams. The sounds of battle etching themselves in her memory like a bad dream—in Lia's mind, only her brother mattered.
She looked around to see if there was anything she could use but there was nothing aside from the lone knife across the room. She cussed and slowly hopped on the chair wincing when it hit the floor.
Lia reached the knife after a long and strainous hopping movement—she quickly used it to cut the binds that had binded her and got up from the chair, she left the room in a hurry—for the next ten minutes, Lia spent it looking from cell to cell for her brother while avoiding random blasts that would tear apart the building she was in and at last she found the cell.
"Damon!" She whispered taking out her hairpin and meddling with the lock—the lock mechanism gave out and the cell opened.
She threw the door open and went inside, immediately kneeling before her brother. "Damon." She called again.
Damon opened his eyes and let out a hoarse cough. "Sister..."
Relief washed over Lia and she hugged her brother—the pressing issue was still at hand and they needed to leave. She held him by the hand and led Damon out of the cell—she kept an out for the sentries fighting alongside the disciples as they made their way to the courtyard—Lia froze in her place when she saw the carnage, blood, mangled bodies of people, she almost hurled her inside but kept strong—the nausea caused by the stench of blood and burning flesh was nothing she could not handle, their survival came first.
She beaconed for Damon to follow her and the made it to the west wing of the Sect and stood at the edge overlooking the cliff that separated the mountains. Lia groaned. "Great." the situation they were in was not desirable at all, she had no gear on her to survive a fall of that height.
A massive shockwave brought her to her senses as it flung the both of them into the building behind them—Lia used her body to shield Damon from the impact and groaned in pain as she got up to look at what was happening.
In the clearing between the west exit and the west wing stood two people with tremendous aura radiating from them—the aura was so intense, it made the building wood crack and chip away from the structure.
A man in his late sixties wearing a large red robe, holding a staff stood facing another wearing a white body suit with a helmet that had black visor for sight—the elderly of the two had a grey goatee and wrinkles on his face showing his age. He was Nightingale Borr, the Sect leader of the Red Clad Sect.
Borr chuckled as he looked at the aura the man across him possessed. It had been over three decades since he last felt that aura—an aura that once upon a time brought him to tears as a proud father. The aura of his son, the son that had disappeared years ago but now he stood before him, a grown man leading his own Sect.
"You have grown since the last time I saw you Andre. You are no longer the impulsive child that used to talk about conquering this place—what changed?"