As Vincent had no other choice but to get out of the attack's range, he regretfully pulled his fist out of the crimson one's chest, freeing him from immense fear and threat. Immediately after, Vincent ducked low to evade the approaching tail. With a whoosh, the tail's sharp end passed from over his head, taking a few strands of his hair.
"I got you right where I wanted—in the same spot as a cornered rat!" The crimson one said with an evil grin on his face, and his words sounded extremely ominous in Vincent's ears.
The black hair strands cascaded down to the ground as sharp spikes sneakily and hurriedly protruded from the crimson one's knees and charged towards Vincent's limbs, intending to maim him enough to make him unable to move. Of course, one could see the incoming danger reflecting vividly in Vincent's crimson eyes. His eyes widened subconsciously, but he reflexively made the right move: immediately slapping his hand on the ground from his crouching position with such force and speed that his body moved out of the spikes way at the very last instant.
Although he dodged it quite pathetically, one can't deny that he successfully managed to push himself out of harm's way as all the spikes missed him by a hairsbreadth.
Though, before he could even get the chance to balance himself, the sharp crimson spikes shot out of the crimson one's knees and charged towards him.
Whoosh
They blasted through the air, leaving behind nothing but an arc of red light as they shot towards Vincent with such speed that the eyes of combatants in the intermediate stage would surely be unable to catch.
Vincent raised his hands, however, immediately causing raw blood to surge out of his palms. The amount of blood that came out was comparable to substantial ocean waves. His blood charged forwards like waves rolling in the ocean and slammed into the spikes, scattering them into pieces, each of which got submerged into the wave of blood, surprisingly becoming a part of it and increasing its volume by a unit or two.
His complexion paled, making him look highly sickly. He seemed no different than a body without blood. His vision blurred, and his head thumped as if something was trying to blind him and knock him out.
[You've used more than half of the blood in your body to release an attack.]
[Sangue Heart: 0/50 units of Blood]
[Physical Body's total amount of blood: 2/10 units]
[You're experiencing a hypovolemic shock.]
[Recall your blood, or else you will suffer from internal damages.]
Undoubtedly, it was the consequences of his own actions.
Vincent immediately maneuvered the wave of blood back to him, absorbing all it inside of him.
[You've gained 12 units of blood]
[Physical Body's total amount of blood: 10/10 units]
[[Sangue Heart: 2/50 units of Blood]
[Adverse effect caused by an immense loss of blood had been removed]
"How? How are you still able to use blood techniques?!" The crimson one had a shocked and questioning expression on his face. One might not know, but a while ago, he was sure that there was not a single unit of blood in Vincent's vampiric heart. Without any blood in it, inhumane creatures like them can't utilize blood techniques. A vampire's blood itself can't take root in their vampiric heart, or else they will lose their sanity, causing them to sink their teeth in their flesh and suck themselves dry until they are all bones and no blood. Of course, the entire vampire race faced the same problem, but one with royal blood could pull off this stunt without losing their sanity.
Naturally, he and Vincent shouldn't be able to do it because their father had extracted the royal blood they were born with from their body, along with the royal privileges of using their body's blood to utilize blood technique. Currently, the crimson one could sense that Vincent had some royal blood pouring through his vein, but it was too little to mention. Moreover, their father had sealed their royal privileges, and their powers were still trapped behind the seal last time he checked.
"You should know the answer to that, shouldn't you?" Vincent revealed a smile, haughtiness tining its corner.
The crimson one's eyes blinked as he immediately came to a realization.
"One of the nine seals was unsealed, allowing you to gain one of the powers we were born with."
Aaron, the ninth, sealed all his innate racial traits, the power that Vincent was born with behind the nine seals along with the crimson because of some reason—this much Vincent managed to comprehend.
Out of all the innate power he was born with, the one that allowed free control over all types of energy, senses, and his blood was none other than Full Control, a racial trait that enables him to control battle energy, blood energy, and mana as he liked. Moreover, it also heightened his senses to the peak, allowing him to hear the sound of breathing for miles away and much more.
His newly awakened and temporary innate racial trait allowed him to pull off such a stunt. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible for him to use blood techniques.
"That's right," Vincent replied as he took his hands behind his back and performed hand signs to manifest a weapon. Blues waves of energy surged out of his finger, swirling and compressing, condensing into the shape of a bullet. His actions escaped the notice of the crimson one, who failed to realize that Vincent was standing still and answering his question to buy time to put all the mana in his body into the bullet. The bullet size grew as dozens of units of mana surged inside of it, causing it to expand to the size of a baseball. However, it took form behind Vincent's back, so it didn't enter the crimson one's eyes.
"How were you able to take the seal off?!" The crimson one said with shaky eyes.. He was shocked to his very core.
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