Michael had assumed that he would have to wait a while until the Blood Witch returned from the Origin Expanse, but he didn’t expect to be kept waiting until early next morning.
Hence, he decided to attend the Limit Breaker Course, and deepened his understanding of the Memory Lane technique. Now that Michael could extract knowledge and information from books, Memory Lane’s efficiency decreased drastically. Nonetheless, it was helpful to have Memory Lane as a back-up to use if he couldn’t extract the information straight from the source.
Michael had to reach high mastery of Memory Lane’s 2nd Stage until the end of the semester to pass the course, either way. Thus, he might as well pratice the technique whenever he had time.
Other than practicing Memory Lane, Michael spent some time refining his mind with Ceasurium Menta. He consumed two Energy Nourishing Pills and refined his mind for a few hours before he decided to sleep.
He only caught a few hours of sleep as his crystal watch rang early in the morning, a notification of the Colosseum’s system waking him up.
The notification was pretty simple. The Blood Witch had accepted his challenge. She was given half an hour to prepare before their battle would start in the third arena.
Michael immediately shot out of the bed and took a quick shower. He made his way toward the Colosseum where a handful of tired students were already waiting. The students were busy watching all battles of the Sun and the 12 Stars, but not for their own sake. No, they were recording the battles, and analyzed the fights of the strongest freshmen before selling their results to other students. The students strategically analyzed the strongest freshmen’s power, and compared it with other powers in great detail.
Michael didn’t really like these students. Their gazes made it much harder for him to fight carelessly. Michael was always reminded that someone was recording his battle and that they would analyze the powers he exposed. He didn’t like that.
But even if he didn’t like that, Michael figured that bits of his power had already been exposed and analyzed. It didn’t really matter if more bits would be added to their finds.
‘What if I use you vultures to my advantage?’ Michael thought as he looked at the students, who were almost desperately trying to collect information to make a fortune.
He didn’t want others to challenge him once he defeated the Blood Witch. It would be a hassle if he had to accept more challenges until afternoon when they departed.
‘So my goal is to instil fear in the hearts of my enemies to ensure that they won’t even think about challenging me?’ Michael asked himself before he gave it a shrug.
He was overthinking again and realized that it was better to focus on the present.
Once he saw the Blood Witch entering the Colosseum, Michael entered the third arena. The Blood Witch’s black wavy hair twirled in the faint morning gust passing through the Colosseum as she strode pridefully through the entrance. She had a voluptuous figure and wore clothes that highlighted her figure even more.
Michael could tell from a single glance that the Blood Witch was a prideful woman, who liked the attention of men lingering on her. That didn’t mean she allowed them to get closer, but only that she loved the attention she received.
‘Is she a pervert?’ Michael wondered when he locked eyes with the Blood Witch.
The spectators stared at her with great interest. They were captivated, and felt drawn to her with every step she took. Michael, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel a little bit at a loss.
The Blood Witch had beautiful facial features. She was gorgeous and her black wavy hair complemented her pale skin very well. However, the Blood Witch’s appearance paled compared to the beauty of Alice Zenovia and Tiara by a large margin at that.
If the Blood Witch was considered beautiful, Alice and Tiara would be considered otherworldly gorgeous – untouchable and unapproachable.
“There you are, my little black horse,” The Blood Witch’s seductive voice rang through the surrounding as she stepped in the third arena.
She moved gracefully, yet Michael could tell that the Blood Witch’s movements were specifically aimed to draw his attention to her bust.
“Are you a pervert?” Michael blurted out before he realized.
The Blood Witch froze in her tracks for a moemnt. One of her eyebrows rose faintly, only to be replaced by a charming smile.
“Isn’t everyone a pervert in some ways? Don’t be shy, my little black horse~” The Blood Witch responded, causing Michael to shake his head.
He went to the other side of the arena, summoned the Wyverntooth Spear and waited.
The Blood Witch noticed that her words didn’t have any effect on him, and pressed her lips together before she retrieved two items from her War Rune.
The referee looked at the two combatants to make sure that they were ready to fight before lifting his left hand high in the air.
In the next second, his hand shot downward alongside the sound of a siren, initiating the start of their battle.
The moment the battle started, the Blood Witch threw a vial in the air. She unsheathed a pitch-black dagger and cut her palm deeply. Following that, her dagger pierced through the vial, releasing a sticky black substance into the air.
It was blood, the blood of a Daemon, to be precise.
The Blood Witch was known for being able to manipulate blood. Her standard tactic was very simple. She retrieved a vial of Daemon Blood, cut herself, and fused the Daemon Blood into her bloodstream to receive a temporary yet drastic boost in her strength.
It was dangerous to circulate Daemon Blood through your body for a prolonged period because it was toxic to the human body, but it was no problem to do so for a few minutes. Being able to control her blood precisely, the Blood Witch could easily expel the Daemon Blood once the battle was over.
Thus, she usually followed the same tactic by cutting herself and infusing Daemon Blood into her bloodstream at the start of the battle.
Unfortunately, she encountered Michael as her opponent this time who was not fazed by her.
Michael turned into a flash and advanced rapidly the moment the battle started. The Blood Witch noticed his attempt and smiled lightly.
With a burst of energy, the droplets of blood that spurt from her wound levitated in the air. The blood droplets turned into bullets that shot toward Michael with terrific velocity. Even Frederik’s invisible wind swords were slower and less lethal than the bullets.
But Michael wasn’t concerned. He released a burst of Extraction’s power to coat his entire body in a golden sheen. Following that, Michael used the energy he had stored in the Dragon Might ring since the day before. The energy he stored had turned into the Power of Enhancement, which Michael unleashed at once.
Michael used the stored Power of Enhancement to apply a total of 10 layers of Enhancement onto the Extraction Symbol. The 10-layer enhancement would last mere two seconds, but that was more than enough time for Michael to make full use of Extraction in the strongest form he had ever unleashed.
By enhancing Extraction with 10 layers, the golden sheen engulfing Michael intensified. It expanded rapidly and formed a thick layer in his immediate surroundings.
The blood bullets were still shooting toward him, and they were about to smash into Michael when something unexpected happened.
The blood bullets lost all their energy and they disappeared before they could even reach Michael. A quarter of a second later, the blood bullets appeared next to Michael before they fell powerlessly to the ground.
Michael had never changed his movement trajectory nor did he slow down at the sight of the blood bullets. On the contrary, he had accelerated the moment he unleashed 10-layer enhanced Extraction, and appeared in front of the Blood Witch with a vibrant smile blossoming on his face.𝓝𝒪𝗏𝖊𝗅𝐍𝐄xt.𝗇𝓔t
The power that surged through his body was something he had never felt before. It was addictive and made him desire more. Excitement filled his entire being as the origin energy, oxygen, and the Daemon Blood were engulfed by his enhanced dome of Extraction.
He extracted everything, annexed the origin energy in the surrounding area, and extracted the oxygen from the air all around the Blood Witch. Simultaneously, he took charge of the Daemon Blood to ensure that it would never get close to the Blood Witch, who lost control of her own blood and the Daemon Blood for the first time since she manifested her Soultrait.
The Blood Witch’s eyes widened in terror when she sensed that tendrils of Michael’s golden sheen shot toward her hand, or the wound on her palm, to be precise. Golden tendrils shot inside her wound, devouring her origin energy before she could even react.
She was too shocked to put up a mental wall to block the golden tendrils, and could only stare at Michael with utter shock in her beautiful eyes. This shock turned into utter disbelief and a trace of desperation as six Qi Swords manifested around Michael. They shot toward the Blood Witch, mercilessly cutting through her skin, flesh, and joints.
The Blood Witch’s lips parted, and she was just about to scream at the top of her lungs when she realized that her surroundings had gone completely silent.
There was no sound, no smell, no energy. It was almost as if time had stopped around her. All that was left to remind her that she was not caught in a terrifying nightmare was a dark-eyed young man covered in a golden sheen – his dark eyes staring at her emotionlessly.