The red-robed man’s face changed, but it was only for a moment. He stopped his movement. He stood still and grinned despite the powerful blood storm all around him. More and more blood essence seeped from the battlefield into the storm, making it stronger and stronger, but it did not matter to him at all.
"You are all show and no substance, BLOOD GOD!" His voice boomed.
Damon gritted his teeth and continued. [Blood Tempest] wasn’t finished yet, at least not his version. He took a step forward and placed his hands into the blood storm. The next second, all sorts of weapons started flying out of the blood storm, attacking the red-robed man. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦
Blood swords, blood spears, blood bombs. The attacks randomly popped up here and there and hit from every angle. They were fast, furious, and relentless. They blinked into shape inside the storm and lunged at the red-robed man. Each time one was dodged, it melted back into the wind and fed the circle again.
The red-robed man simply laughed. "Is this the extent of what you can do? I think I have wasted enough time on you. You are impressive, but you are nothing when compared to the geniuses in our family. It is only a matter of time before they leave you behind in the dust."
Damon did not care. He continued creating more and more weapons and sending them to the guy. He then gritted his teeth and upped the game a little more. Lightning bolts started appearing along with the weapons and struck the red-robed guy.
The red-robed guy sneered. "You are not my match." He increased his speed and effortlessly dodged everything Damon threw his way. The guy was not arrogant. It was far from that. He was simply on an entirely different level.
Damon was also still not done. He pulled as much mana as he possibly could and went one step further. He had already achieved this when creating a crimson lance. There was no reason he shouldn’t be able to do the same thing here.
Along with the lightning bolts, shadow daggers also started flying out of the storm. These were a lot faster and stronger than the blood weapons, and sometimes they combined with the blood weapons, creating stronger attacks.
The red-robed man tilted his head. He stepped between them like he was walking through rain. "You are still not my match." He continued moving. "I am more curious to see how long you can keep this up. Fatigue will follow your sudden burst of power, and what will you do then? You are going all out, and I am not even using 50% of my abilities. Hmmm? What is your plan here?"
Damon ignored him and continued going all out, increasing the power of his attack more and more as he pulled in more blood essence from the battlefield.
"Stop trying so hard, kid. You are fucked. It’s better if you admit it. How about you hand over the mask that you took from the young lady and die once? I have taken a liking to you. It’s hard not to like someone who tries so much. I will talk to the patriarch personally and vouch for you. It’s not too late. You can serve the clan and redeem yourself."
Damon still did not answer him. His entire focus was on maintaining the [Blood Tempest] as he once released the guy, he had a feeling everything was about to be over. This time, he was not even sure he would be able to run.

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