When the dagger, although trembling, pointing straight at the enemy was thrown aside with a kick, Nora was left defenseless. If it was anyone else possessing the same wounds, they would have passed out long ago, but what kept her standing was her pride not accepting defeat.
"You are not a bad imitation but it's not enough, do you know why?"
Mora was about to land the final blow; despite this, hatred was gushing out from inside Nora's eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, I hope you try to follow your own path when you are reborn!"
The red line appeared for a second and disappeared. While her severed head was rolling, Nora was opening her eyes inside the Sixth Circle.
All of those in clan stands were on their feet; they were closely examining the condition of the girl who was covered in blood all over in the real world too.
Then a scream was heard; many people from among the public surrounding the formation threw themselves to the ground. Together with them falling into terror, their bodies involuntarily collapsed onto the stone floor; not only them, but there were also those among the Fiefdom folks gathered in the area under the clan stands whose steps went backward.
"You arrogant little whore!"
Nora continued to shout without minding the blood leaking from her wounds; every time, insults rained down on young Mora who put her in this state.
"Sir, to perform your treatment.."
Meanwhile, a sect official who couldn't figure out the situation was entering the circle when he was thrown back by the aura of hatred mounting on him.
"Don't you dare take one more step!"
It seemed Nora would wait for the last person remaining inside the formation; the hopes of the Holy Blood Sect Sheikh Atractivo were on the shoulders of the Young Count Jashua now.
At the same moments, a handful-sized piece of land in the middle of blood rivers shook violently; the weapons of the two young men had met right in the middle.
"Friend you are very good, but your essence shaping is weaker than mine. Sooner or later you will be defeated!"
The youth of the First Sheikh jumped back after making a notch on the weapon resembling a long club. He had to adjust the distance because he could be heavily injured as a result of a move he would make without considering the reach difference between weapons.
"What you said might be true in situations where we both use the same technique!"
"What do you mean?"
Although the Young Sheikh was surprised upon these words, Count Jashua was quite sure of himself.
"Come and see for yourself!"
The Young Count leaped forward; the First Sheikh responded to this in the same way.
The two heavy machetes and the long thick weapon met once more; unlike the previous one, the weapons created using essence materialization separated immediately without locking.
While the parties looked at each other from a distance of twenty steps, Count Jashua was calm and as if slightly satisfied, as for the Sheikh's youth, he was in an astonished state.
"You, what did you do just now?"
One of the machetes was standing still, as for the one made of blood essence, it was trembling madly; this situation obviously didn't please the Young Sheikh at all.
"From this point on let us be quiet, let our weapons and techniques speak!"
Count Jashua had said his last sentence; taking his heavy weapon to his right side, he leaped forward. His opponent must have been of the same mind as him too since they met once more in the middle of blood rivers. This was neither the first nor the last; the struggle of the two youths continued ceaselessly.
In the outside world too, while night was losing its blackness and turning into red color, not even one person had left the square; even the Sheikh, who always stood indifferent, was in the place he sat since the beginning.
When the curiosity level reached an unprecedented level, eyes couldn't look anywhere other than inside the Sixth Circle. Count Jashua was standing upright; in defiance of the physical changes in his body, he didn't compromise his attitude.
Neither flowing blood nor the sweat he drowned in could make him kneel; if the world collapsed at that moment, it seemed he would still remain standing.
This situation had caused the watchers to be nailed to their places in awe; the Blood God waiting for him without minding her condition was one of them too.
"Obviously he is fighting with the First Sheikh!"
Together with what crossed her mind, Nora turned towards Alis; meanwhile, the eyes of the power animal were on her too. The two had failed the last exam and knew the reason very well; the sorrow and anger in their looks were the biggest proof of this.
"They had to fight with Outer Court students of the Sect in this stage, why did it take this long?"
Those in clan stands dominated the test and the ongoing events had surprised them; although they couldn't dare to raise their voices, they couldn't help discussing the subject among themselves.
Although calmness seemed to rule in the large area where the test was held, deep down there was a storm of chaotic thoughts, just as it continued inside the formation.
"If someone said this I wouldn't believe it, but while witnessing it with my own eyes how can I deny it?"
The youth of the First Sheikh spoke while looking at the weapon he created using essence materialization; in defiance of his words, he still had an attitude not containing belief.
"When it comes to blood dominance, brute power, and techniques, you are better than me. I can say our war experiences are almost at the same level too, but it seems you have no answer to the new technique I created!"
Leaning on his weapon he plunged into the ground, Count Jashua spoke from a high pitch contrary to his state; however, the condition of the clothes on him and his general state were saying other things.
Mind you, his opponent wasn't trailing behind either; the long-lasting struggle had created great effects on his appearance too. Most importantly, he was having difficulty maintaining the form of the weapon he created with essence materialization; changes occurring on its surface made it obvious it would lose its shape at any moment.
"I didn't know at all that my weapon I created from Blood Essence could be destroyed with such a method; I had opponents using shockwaves before too but they couldn't succeed in this. They could wear down my normal weapon but couldn't touch the one formed from blood essence, as for you, the exact opposite happens!"
Destroying the weapon whose appearance changed thoroughly, the young sheikh grasped his broad machete; opening his two hands to the sides, he drew a deep breath.
"The idea of combining blood essence and vibration wasn't bad at all; my appetite is whetted already!"
When his words ended, his opponent taking action from the other side accompanied the youth leaping forward; judging by their expressions, they wanted this to be the last clash.
When they met in the middle, the two weapons locked; rivers of blood around them swelled, rising waves washed the cracked earth.
This situation continued during a few blinks of an eye, then everything calmed down. One of the youths collapsed on his knees, as for the other, he was standing upright as always.
"So losing is such a feeling!"
The Young Sheikh murmured without lifting his head; this state of his affected Count Jashua, who could be considered his successor, deeply too.
Then a storm broke out; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, even the sound of the breath taken wasn't heard. Only a single sentence, only a single sentence heard from the tone of voice of a man waiting for death rang in Count Jashua's mind.
"When the time comes, take what is your right!"
Suddenly the Young Count opened his eyes; across him was the blood crystal placed inside the formation. He walked slowly and tore it from its place to prove he passed the Sixth Circle.
Blood crystals inside the formation constituting the test started exploding one after another; the cheers of the public waiting for this until the first lights of the morning would follow this.