James kept crying. At one point, he even started laughing alongside the sobs. He looked like he was losing his mind.
"Puhahahah, I'm going crazy! I'm literally going insane! Why am I seeing things that don't exist? Hahahahah!"
The villagers and law enforcement officers began glancing at each other. The devilish brat in front of them was shouting again in an unknown language, sobbing and laughing like a madman. A palpitation stirred in their hearts. Some were preparing to head home. They didn't want to get involved anymore.
James: "No way! I died. Nothing else happened. There's no chance I survived. I clearly saw my own headless body!?"
"Then why am I in this strange body and strange place?"
The wounds and bruises from the officers were healing rapidly. It was a divine recovery speed.
His white-haired, pale-skinned body was starting to show itself again. The red glow in his eyes and the red stains from his own blood on his robe…
Eerie and demonic.
James stopped crying.
Crying was pointless.
He flashed a manic smile. His eyes radiated light. Blood began flowing rapidly from his pores. Suddenly, he hunched over and started cackling sinisterly.
"Hehehehe, you damned dream characters! You dared to harm me. Come on, come on—let me show you how to really beat someone up."
The officers quickly backed away. Continue fighting this terrifying thing? Ridiculous!
They felt a shiver down their spines. The black aura of death emanating from this pale body was suffocating them. While ordinary villagers were just scared, they felt like they could drop dead any moment. Unlike regular people, they had learned martial arts. They could sense the aura.
Second-class death aura!
This was spiritual energy that only second-class martial artists could emit.
They themselves were barely third-class!
"D-D-Draw your sword!"
"You draw first, you sly bastard!"
They were arguing about who would face the danger first. At that moment, James started walking and muttering.
"You! Come here."
"…"
"Hmph, you beat me and now you run? Hehehe, come on, come on—let's play! It'll be so much fun. Let's fight until the last drop of each other's blood spills… This will be so exciting!!"
The blood flowing from his pores began gathering in his palm, forming the shape of a sword hilt.
He laughed, his wide-open eyes scanning around, taking one step back and one step forward. The crowd shuddered so much from these mad movements that they backed away dozens of steps.
Officer: "Evacuate immediately! Call for reinforcements!" There was fear mixed with anxiety. Against this weak child—he was a two-meter-tall mass of muscle—but an inner voice sensed danger: Mortal danger!
At that moment, a sharp blade extended from the hilt in James's hand.
Everyone was horrified. They were seeing this mystical event for the first time.
Of course, everyone knew about the supremacy rituals the Village Supreme had performed before, but what was happening in front of them was entirely different.
Blood was flowing from Weldan Bloodbreaker's pores, gathering in his palm, and taking the shape of a sword.
Suddenly, the sword fully formed. It was in the shape of a long scimitar.
James: "Hahahaha, you're so lucky! You've managed to see my Eternal Bleeding Sword… This is a blood-sword ritual formed by sacrificing one's own blood. Be proud of yourselves! Hehehehe."
Sinister and arrogant words flowed out.
People weren't hung up on this unknown language. They were all like statues. They didn't even have the strength to walk. These ordinary villagers hadn't experienced such a situation in years. Weldan's father, Rick Feodor Bloodbreaker, was an unimaginable killer, but he had never acted so psychopathically toward them. They weren't used to it.
James: "Aren't you coming? Then I'll come to you!"
James started running. He bypassed the villagers. In his eyes, they were cockroaches—he could crush them anytime he wanted.
The real fun was these two burly sword-wielding men in front of him.
"Hmm, delicious… I'll drink your blood, hehehehe!"
Saliva dripped from his mouth like a rabid dog. His sword flew in every direction—right, left, down, up. The blood splattering from the sword turned to vapor and spread warmth.
An elderly couple there snapped out of it quickly.
"R-Run! Save your lives!"
Everyone regained their senses.
What were they doing here?
We're going to die—abandon this place!
Everyone scattered in all directions like ants.
Only the officers remained. They wanted to run, but if they did, Weldan might chase other innocent people. They couldn't take that risk.
They drew their swords. They had to stop this psychopath—at least until reinforcements arrived.
"Huff, hey Zacron, I'll go first. Let's see what tricks this devil has…"
Blood continued flowing from every pore in James's body. His hair, robe—everything was bright red.
From the outside, no one could call him human.
Suddenly! James's figure appeared in front of the speaking officer.
James: "You're quite brave, good, good. There are still brave people in the world."
He swung his sword. Holding it horizontally, the officer brought his down vertically.
The officer lost his mind. How had this devilish brat appeared right in front of him in an instant?
The swords clashed. The officer flew back ten steps, while James was forced to his knees.
Both spat out some blood.
James: "Hahahaha! Good, good! You literally forced me to my knees."
Officer: "Oh, my sword!"
The sword slowly cracked. The iron began to darken. Immediately after, it disintegrated into black sand.
Officer: "Oh God! This blood energy is absorbing and assimilating the holy energy in our swords!"
The other officer said calmly: "Yes, upon that, the sword's defense mechanism chooses to destroy itself rather than become the opponent's property. But how are our first-class swords being suppressed by his sword? This is clearly a second-class ritual—it should be inferior." His voice revealed curiosity and worry.
James: "Hmph, I've played enough with you. Now it's your turn." He pointed at the other officer with his finger.
Other officer: "Stop pretending, devilish brat! You think using a different language makes you scarier? Now I'll make you kneel too!" He took a stance and started running toward James.
James smiled and took his stance.
Both used a movement technique and clashed head-on. James thrust with the tip of his sword.
The officer blocked it, but there was still a small scratch.
"Damned brat! You really have some talent. You managed to destroy my sword. Still, do you think that'll work? I can beat you without a sword. Besides, you can't use that demonic energy absorption ability. I've already cultivated the first level of Light Supremacy. Such a simple energy technique can't affect me—ogh ogh." While speaking, he suddenly knelt and started vomiting blood.
The officers couldn't understand what was happening. How could this devilish brat without a soul core use a demonic Supremacy technique?
It defied logic.
The wounded officer's skin and hair began to turn white. His pupils shifted from brown to black, starting to emit a faint red glow.
"W-What's happening!?"
"Hahahaha, you took a strike from my blood-sword ritual. You're assimilating into my aura. From now on, you'll be my slave!"
He said this in the language spoken on this planet.
The officers' hearts pounded. They felt like they might faint from fear.
At that exact moment, the descending figure stopped using its technique and became visible again.
Old figure: "Hmm, you really lost to this child. You should be ashamed of yourselves."
The officers were first shocked, then tears of joy nearly flowed.
"Team captain!"
"Team captain, please save me. I don't want to be this devilish brat's puppet…" His voice was tearful.
The team captain placed his hand on the wounded man and absorbed the energy.
The wounded man returned to his original appearance.
The absorbed malevolent energy formed a sphere-like shape on the team captain's palm. It emitted a red aura at times, black at others.
"Such malevolent energy… This devil must be suppressed."
James, of course, wasn't going to just watch this. After analyzing and making a plan, he said in this planet's language:
"Hmm, you really absorbed my energy. Can you handle more? Hehehe."
Team captain: "…"
James: "Stop pretending—here I come!" He took a stance and started running.
Suddenly, the team leader's figure disappeared.
James: "This…"
James sensed a presence behind him.
It was the team captain.
The team captain flicked James's spinal point.
The officers were shocked.
James's bleeding pores stopped bleeding. The sword in his hand turned into tens of thousands of blood droplets and evaporated. Then James's body fell to the ground.
He could no longer burst into cold and ruthless laughter or utter arrogant, eerie words.
James had fainted.