The daggers didn't experience a change in shape; only the dimensions of the blood energy accumulating on them reached an unbelievable point.
The energy gathered in a small point, almost compressed, separated from the surface of the dagger as a single small blood flower.
"No, get out of here!"
When words spilled from Nora's mouth, a hand-sized blood flower hit the shield made of blood.
At that moment, the earth and sky shook as if; the breaking starting as a thin crack on the Blood Dome at first accelerated and turned into thick veins.
Nora leaned on her wristbands; she wanted to use the blood essences inside to stop the damage, even to repair it if she could.
"But this is unfair..."
Before what she would say finished, one more hand-sized blood flower hitting the shield smashed it to smithereens.
While scattering blood essences were blown in the air, Nora shouted with anger.
"Blood Rain!"
The scattering blood essences stopped at that moment; while the drops turned into small needles, their target was the beautiful Mora.
"How funny, it is as if I am fighting with myself!"
Mora, speaking laughing, scattered the blood coming out of the eyes of her ring in front of her.
"Blood Wall!"
The scattering blood formed a wall in front of the beautiful girl in the blink of an eye and prevented the incoming attack.
"Your wristbands attracted my interest quite a bit; when you die I will take them and bring them to my father. I will ask him to make better ones!"
Mora didn't possess wristbands yet but despite this, Nora couldn't gain superiority over her.
While the options in her hand decreased gradually, her Mora trump card she always took refuge in wasn't there either. The young girl was standing right across her as her opponent.
"I guess the last resort is fighting dagger to dagger, come on young Mora!"
When Nora realized she would lose the technique war, she turned the business to old-school fighting; she was hoping with a hope that she could win this.
There were similar scenes in the other formation too; Count Jashua, swinging his weapon shaped from blood essence madly, was trying to knock down his opponent.
"Where did you come from like this, if you didn't have your weapon I would say you are imitating me!"
Count Jashua, fighting with his long weapon against two heavy machetes, was responding to every attack of the boy who would be the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh in the future with the same hardness.
Until now both had used the Blood Rain a few times, but they hadn't been able to gain superiority over each other.
"You are talented, I admit this, why did you have to come across me and do stupidity?"
Count Jashua's opponent spoke sighing, then he held the two machetes in a way he hadn't held before, with their cutting parts facing downwards.
"The storm is starting, watch out!"
As his words ended, he shot forward rapidly; when he came in front of Count Jashua, his afterimage was still speaking.
Count Jashua could only pull his weapon in front of his chest; he did well because the two machetes descended on his torso lifting the earth on the ground too.
The First Sheikh didn't stop; taking power from his hands raised into the air, he kicked Count Jashua starting from his knee up to his head.
The Young Count was thrown meters backward; when he entered the river of blood and stopped, there was his own blood in his mouth.
"How did you find the attack; I couldn't form the technique fully but still it was enough for me to injure you."
Count Jashua's eyes were opened wide; he had seen this technique before too. This was the technique Alyon's daughter the Wind of Death used while tearing the invasion armies apart.
"Terrific, this was expected from the founder of the Holy Blood Sect too!"
Count Jashua stood up with the help of his weapon; as blood techniques he was matching with the boy looking like his peer, but this attack method would put him in a difficult situation.
"Hey, friend we both use blood techniques, why do we need to kill each other?"
The childhood of the First Sheikh seemed to have calmed down; contrary to the legends about him, he was a quite friendly person too.
"Then let's make a deal, the one who gives up loses. If I lose I will step out of the way, if you lose you will return!"
Count Jashua's opponent laughed with joy and added.
"If I win you will tell about that Holy Blood Sect too!"
The boy with double machetes seemed to be curious but despite this, he had gone back to the fighting mode he exited a moment ago.
When he made an attack once more, the weapon swung from top to bottom was waiting for him; the First Sheikh leaped into the air hitting crossing his two machetes.
His target was the back of his opponent and he had already reached there but there was a problem. In place of the back that should have remained exposed, the sole of a largeish foot was directed at him.
Together with the kick he took to his chest, Count Jashua collapsed like a nightmare onto his opponent whose momentum was broken; he brought his long and heavy weapon down one after another.
In the other formation, Mora had undertaken his role; although she had training daggers in her hand, she was suppressing the blood daggers coming out of the wristbands.
"This must be either a bad joke or a deceptive formation of the deceased sheikh!"
When Mora spoke, Nora responded roaring.
"Shut your mouth you little bastard!"
Young Mora was excessively arrogant and this state of hers had driven Nora, who was already being crushed, crazy.
"She gets angry too, or is this one of those interesting talismans?"
Although they were fighting ostensibly, the truth of the business was one side dominating the other completely.
When Nora sent the blood energy accumulated on the daggers onto her in the shape of two crescents, Mora threw a conceited look.
Then, slipping through the attack coming top and bottom, she landed a slap on Nora's face.
"You wretched orc, how dare you try to imitate me?"
When the mark of the young girl's small hand appeared on Nora's face, she fell to her knees for the first time in the real world too.
Alis seeing this wanted to take action involuntarily, but the supervisors didn't allow it.
She hadn't been thrown out of the Sixth Circle yet; no one including the Sheikh could intervene in the test.
"What kind of test is this, the girl who was putting on airs before fell to her knees."
"It is not possible for her to pass, it seems even the sect won't allow this much!"
While the latest situation was evaluated in clan stands, Nora vomited a mouthful of blood.
The Sheikh couldn't remain indifferent either; he brought his hands he pulled from the private parts of the women next to him together under his chin.
Two participants had remained inside the Sixth Circle; while one stood upright as he started, the other was agonizing so to speak.
"What are those looks about, you didn't expect me to be defeated by my imitation right?"
Nora, holding the deep wound opened on her right side with one hand, had extended the dagger in her other hand towards Mora from where she collapsed.
There was a rebellious look in her eyes not accepting defeat, peculiar to wild animals wanting to break free from the chains they were struck with.
"What were you expecting? That you would copy my abilities I acquired by working days, nights, years, and pass me?
Stop dreaming, you are doomed to disappear!"