89 Power of Blood (2/2)

With his left arm disabled, the second man used his right arm and blocked the staff with his own sword, albeit barely. Sweat appeared on his face as he used all the energy he had to push Arnin back, but something unexpected happened right as he opened his mouth and yelled.

*SPIT*

Another globule of blood came out of Arnin's mouth. This time, the aim was none other than the other man's… mouth. ”Enjoy the torturous death.” Arnin didn't jump back this time and instead leaped onto the man's shoulders and spoke quietly.

*SNAP*

Arnin's fingers snapped and the man's chest began to turn purple just like his arm, and his neck engulfed soon after. Slowly, the purple reached his head and his eyes dimmed after a few minutes of spasms.

Silence. No one could say anything and they watched the scene with confusion and shock. He died. The man died so quickly, but how?

Arnin saw everyone was shocked and slightly cut man's neck. A slimy blob of blood oozed out, making others want to puke.

While everyone was still shocked, the two men who came with the dead one became more cautious. They looked at one another and nodded their head. The grey haired man stabbed his dagger towards Arnin, while the third man with black hair stabbed Arnin with his long sword.

Arnin scoffed, and quickly ducked from the long sword, however the dagger was still making its way towards him. With his double bladed staff spinning, Arnin knocked the dagger out of the way, and simultaneously cut off the head of the dead man. A large blob of blood fell out, which Arnin picked up and threw towards the grey haired man.

”Explode!” The blob burst right in front of the grey haired man's face, covering him in blood. Arnin took advantage of the blood on the man's face, and began to whisper some words.

Suddenly, the blood began to squirm like a bunch of worms. ”AHH!” Some parts of the blood began to solidify into small blade like objects. Of course, they were still connected to the splattered blood, but the small blood blades curved and stabbed his face.

This was not enough to kill the man since the blood was not super strong, and the man had thick skin, but after the constant stabbing, a small hole was made that released the grey haired man's blood.

He saw a ruthless look appear on Arnin's face and he couldn't help but feel an intense amount of horror and almost screamed.

Arnin had the blood enter the mans face and it too slowly turned purple, just like the second man's. A few seconds later, he also fell to the ground.

This time, everyone collectively took in a cold breath of air. People on the spectating stands were relieved that they did not enter the arena, while people behind the Silver door heard the commotion and ran to the spectating stands as well. When they saw the scene before them, they began to sweat like pigs.

'He already killed two? If he could kill them both so efficiently, then what can I do to him?' The people who hadn't yet entered the arena decided to no longer pick a fight with Arnin. They knew that they would be killed just as easily if they fought, plus the deaths did not look pleasant in any way.

”All that remains is you.” Arnin's face was covered in sweat and his aura had actually dropped down to Orb Birth - Sky, although it was at the peak. The few moves that looked extremely easy were actually very difficult to conduct. He had to use lots of mental strength to control the blood and make it attack the blood flow and force it to stop. Plus, he had to do it quickly so the men could not react.

The black haired man looked at Arnin with fear. Sweat wouldn't stop pouring from his forehead, but he knew that there wasn't anything he could do. There was no way he could leave the arena, however a thought struck him.

'If I waste enough time, others might enter, and then maybe we could work together to destroy this demon child.' Once this thought entered his mind, it didn't leave. Although he knew that the chances of someone appearing to save him were slim, he knew that nothing else could save him.

He quickly dashed towards the right and headed towards the direction of the bald man's dead body. He wanted to keep some distance from Arnin and waste as much time as possible.

Arnin ignored the man's actions and looked at the anxious Canae. ”So, what's it going to be? You only have a little bit of time left, so you better decided your next move quick. Will you allow yourself to serve me for six months, which would be beneficial to both you and your sister, or will you die watching your sister become a plaything for everyone here?”

Canae was struggling to make up her mind. She didn't want to become Arnin's slave but she also knew that it was probably the only thing that could save her. ”Even if I become your slave, how will you get me out of here alive? The rules clearly stated that only one person will come out alive.” Canae knew that she had little to no choice.

Arnin looked at her with a calm gaze. ”You can leave that to me. Now tell me, what will it be?”

Canae bit her cracked lips that lacked the pink from before. After some hesitation, she sighed and stood up, looking at Arnin. ”I will serve you as your slave for six months, and if I go back on my word, then may my orb be completely destroyed.”

Her vow was very simple, and even a little rusty, but it satisfied the condition that Arnin wanted and he smiled. Suddenly, a white light appeared from Canae's chest and entered Arnin's body. The latter was not surprised since he knew that this was a sign that the vow was now officially in place.

Canae, however, was quite surprised and knew that her fate was set and she was going to be Arnin's slave for the next six months, but for some reason, she felt a slight release. At least she knew how long, and that Arnin would not kill her anytime soon.

Arnin nodded his head, and then turned around and looked at the black haired man who stood in the middle of the gore that Arnin had made. His eyes glinted as he dropped the staff in his hands and slowly walked towards the black haired man.

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed his palm towards the black haired man. Then, he quickly closed it and created a fist. As soon as the fist was made, Arnin spat out a large amount of blood as his face paled.

*RUMMBLE*

The black haired man looked down and saw a scene that caused his heart to reach his throat. Blades upon blades were formed from the blood that was around him, circling him.

”AH!” With a low beast like yell from Arnin, the blades rushed towards the black haired man. His whole body was pierced everywhere, and blood seeped from his mouth as the blood blades returned to liquid form and fell to the ground. The black haired man also fell, his face still showcasing shock and fear.

Arnin smiled weakly as he felt his aura drop to the beginning of Orb Birth - Sky. 'So this is the power of blood?'