Splat!
Ogram's fist smashed through the White Blood Region Leader's head, which dissolved into white blood. Her body melted away naturally as if it had never existed in the first place.
"You're quite impatient."
The White Blood Region Leader revealed her true form from a pool of blood twenty paces away. The crimson blood where her feet touched rippled with a pure white light.
Though her appearance could be mistaken for a saintess, the White Blood Region Leader's black eyes were filled only with sinister intent, sensuality, and the scent of blood.
"Blood Clone."
Ogram frowned as he shook the white blood off his hand.
'It was crude when I saw it before, but has she perfected it now?'
The Blood Clone technique allows one to extract their body from blood, like a snake shedding its skin.
Previously, it was at a rudimentary level where internal damage could be inflicted, but now the White Blood Region Leader had perfectly escaped the range of his fist strike.
The White Blood Region Leader seemed to have not only recovered her previous level but grown even stronger.
However, since he had also become stronger, there was no need to fear.
"Did you notice something different?"
The White Blood Region Leader's red lips curled up slightly.
"It means I no longer need to run away from you."
As she stretched her hand to the right, a mysterious figure draped in crimson robes from head to toe held out a glove. An aura of power beyond that of an apostle emanated from him.
"You recognize this, don't you?"
The White Blood Region Leader nodded as she put on the glove received from the mysterious figure.
"It's something your friend cherished dearly."
She curled her lips upward as if taunting Ogram.
"The White Hawk Gauntlet."
Ogram bit his lip until it bled as he looked at the glove with a white hawk emblem.
That white glove was a legendary artifact that amplified the owner's aura and allowed them to grasp Astral Energy with bare hands.
And it was a treasure that belonged to his dear friend, Bellon, the king of Carl Kingdom.
'Bellon...'
Bellon had offered to give him that White Hawk Gauntlet, but he refused, saying that a weakling should at least have good equipment.
Seeing an item filled with memories of his friend in the hands of that wicked woman made his blood boil as if his insides were burning.
"The White Hawk Gauntlet is indeed a special item. However..."
Ogram raised his gaze. He clenched his fist while glaring at the White Blood Region Leader's black eyes.
"It won't save your life!"
He roared as he lunged towards the White Blood Region Leader's right side.
Screech!
The pure white blood flowing on the ground rose up as sharp spikes. They were massive spikes large enough to pierce not just feet, but entire bodies.
Boom!
Ogram advanced, shattering the spikes with his aura-coated feet.
'Calm down.'
While his eyes flashed with anger, he suppressed the boiling rage in his chest.
In battles between Transcendent Warriors, one's physical condition and mental stability are more important than raw power.
If he charged in recklessly, he would suffer great damage.
"Hmph."
The White Blood Region Leader's black eyes followed him. Not by sight, but by prediction. She immediately erected a transparent barrier of bloody energy.
"It's useless!"
Ogram thrust his fist towards the bloody energy barrier streaming with blood.
Boom!
A yellow light burst forth from his firm fist, shattering the bloody energy barrier and pushing back the White Blood Region Leader's body.
It was the Hundred Steps Piercing Fist, capable of striking down enemies from a distance.
"Your strength is still disgustingly powerful."
The White Blood Region Leader frowned as she was violently thrown back.
"Befitting the strongest body among the Six Kings and Five Demons."
She trembled her wrist as if she had suffered internal damage.
"Don't misunderstand."
Ogram narrowed his eyes as he pursued the White Blood Region Leader who had been thrown back.
"It's not just the strongest body, I'm simply the strongest."
"Looks like even your brain has turned to stone."
The White Blood Region Leader snorted as she spread her hands. A pure white radiance resembling magnolias bloomed from her palms, blocking Ogram's path.
Whoosh!
Ogram advanced even faster towards the oncoming bloody energy of the White Blood Region Leader, driving his fist into it.
The invisible fist strike mercilessly crushed the waves of bloody energy.
However, due to the sheer amount of bloody energy, he couldn't avoid wounds that carved into his skin.
'I'll end this as quickly as possible.'
There was a mysterious figure with power comparable to an apostle inside this village. To save the tribespeople, he needed to deal with the White Blood Region Leader quickly.
Ogram paid no attention to his wounds. Without hesitation, he charged forward and extended the fist he had drawn back towards the White Blood Region Leader's bloody energy.
Crash!
The barrier of bloody energy spread by the White Blood Region Leader's hands crumbled, and her shoulder was crushed like crumpled paper.
"It's over."
Ogram accelerated even further. His fist strike pursued the White Blood Region Leader faster than sound.
"Says who."
The White Blood Region Leader smiled coldly as she raised the back of her hand. White stems bloomed one after another from her fingertips.
It looked as if white paint had been spilled onto the canvas of reality.
Whoosh!
Ogram lowered his eyebrows as he saw his fist stopped by the bloody energy. The bloody energy seemed too thick for the impact of his Fierce Wave Arts to reach the White Blood Region Leader.
"You know, don't you?"
The White Blood Region Leader laughed from behind the transparent wall of bloody energy.
"Just as you have the strongest body, my bloody energy is also the best among the Six Kings and Five Demons."
As she gestured, a massive wave of bloody energy surged towards Ogram.
Boom!
Ogram stood his ground and raised both fists.
'I can't dodge this.'
The White Blood Region Leader's bloody energy was nearly infinite. If he retreated, it would be difficult to close the distance again, so he had to endure here.
He clenched his fists and steeled his fighting spirit. He unleashed the Explosive Chain Fist technique against the oncoming bloody energy.
Crash!
As the bloody energy and fist strike collided head-on, the earth was torn apart and the sky howled.
Ogram frowned as he watched the endless white bloody energy replenish itself.
'This bloody energy is really something else...'
The White Blood Region Leader possessed more energy than anyone else, having drained the life force of countless people.
In terms of sheer quantity of energy, even Glenn Zieghart or Derus Robert couldn't match her.
"Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Slaughter."
The White Blood Region Leader spread both hands, as if not wanting to miss this opportunity. A massive wave rose behind her, as if the earth had become an ocean.
"Die buried in white blood."
A wave of pure white blood poured down over Ogram's head.
'Now.'
At that moment, a yellow lightning flashed in Ogram's eyes. He stopped his continuous fist strikes and concentrated his aura in his right hand.
Whoosh!
Ogram lightly thrust his clenched fist towards the white wave covering the sky and earth. The brown aura slowly subsided, giving rise to a colorless radiance.
Crash!
With a terrifying shockwave, the white wave was torn to shreds.
"Hmm..."
Ogram let out a low groan. The wounds on his shoulders and chest where the bloody energy had grazed him opened up, spewing crimson blood.
"How brutish."
The corners of the White Blood Region Leader's mouth curled up in a sneer.
"Fighting so simplistically like that... Kuhek!"
She suddenly coughed up pure white blood mid-sentence.
"W-What is this!"
The White Blood Region Leader's eyes widened, as if she couldn't understand why she was coughing up blood.
'Even if it's the Fierce Wave Arts, how did it penetrate my bloody energy...'
She knew what Ogram's Fierce Wave Arts was capable of. It was the Beast King's specialty that could penetrate aura and cause internal damage to the opponent's body.
To avoid that Fierce Wave Arts, she had maintained a thick barrier of bloody energy and filled her body with it, so she couldn't believe she had suffered internal injuries.
'No, wait...'
Is this really internal injury?
There's no pain in her organs or body that would indicate internal injury.
Rather, it was her mind that had been shocked. Her head and upper dantian ached so much she felt like collapsing on the spot.
"No way... my soul?"
The White Blood Region Leader's jaw trembled as she looked at Ogram.
"That's right."
Ogram nodded as he shook out his fist.
"If one reaches the pinnacle of the Fierce Wave Arts, it can do more than just penetrate aura; it can impact the very soul."
His eyes emitted a fierce light.
"It's the worst possible matchup for a demon like you who switches bodies."
Ogram leapt into the White Blood Region Leader's space in one bound, intent on ending it with this opportunity, and employed his Fierce Wave Arts.
"Nngh..."
The White Blood Region Leader quickly retreated, but Ogram's movements were even faster.
Whoosh!
Ogram's fist strike pierced into the White Blood Region Leader's waist.
"Kuhek...!"
The White Blood Region Leader tried to withdraw while using a shield of bloody energy, but the impact of the Fierce Wave Arts made her cough up more thick blood. Her complexion turned deathly pale.
"It's over."
Ogram readjusted his fist, his eyes filled with killing intent.
"Don't spout nonsense!"
As the White Blood Region Leader coughed up blood and brought her hands together, a white goddess descended behind her.
The goddess with fifty arms, three eyes, and skin like a snowfield opened her eyes. Crimson blood flowed from her three eyeballs.
"The Godly Blood Summoning Ritual, is it."
Ogram remained unfazed even as he saw the monstrous figure standing behind the White Blood Region Leader.
"There's nothing the Fierce Wave Arts can't penetrate."
"Shut up!"
As the White Blood Region Leader brought her hands together again, a pure white lotus bloomed above the hands of the Godly Blood Summoning Ritual.
Terrifying bloody energy blazed, causing massive cracks in the earth.
Boom!
Ogram charged towards the wave of bloody energy that obscured his entire vision.
'I can see it.'
The movements of the Godly Blood Summoning Ritual were clear as day to him. The White Blood Region Leader, seemingly flustered by the Fierce Wave Arts, wasn't able to utilize it properly.
Rumble!
Dodging the techniques unleashed by the Godly Blood Summoning Ritual by a hair's breadth, he concentrated his aura and fighting spirit into his left fist.
'I'll end this in one go.'
The White Blood Region Leader had the ability to take over others' bodies. He had to annihilate her soul right here and now.
Boom!
He deflected the final surge of white blood with the back of his hand and broke through the barrier of bloody energy.
"Ugh..."
The White Blood Region Leader's lips trembled, as if she hadn't expected the Godly Blood Summoning Ritual to be breached so easily.
'Perfect.'
He had blocked all directions for the White Blood Region Leader to escape. Now, with just this punch, he could kill that blood-sucking demon.
Whoosh!
As Ogram was about to throw his punch with gritted teeth, a flash of death aura sparkled behind him.
Slash!
His left arm, where he had concentrated his aura, flew past his eyes in reverse.
Thud!
His left arm fell to the ground like a severed puppet's limb, and the White Blood Region Leader smiled as she raised a barrier of bloody energy.
Whoosh!
Without time to defend, he was struck by the bloody energy barrier and sent flying backwards.
"Kuhek..."
Ogram coughed up black blood, his jaw trembling. Red blood gushed like a fountain from his left shoulder.
"What..."
He still couldn't comprehend what had happened.
"Your reactions are dull. If this is all the Beast King is, I should have moved faster."
A man stood up from the darkness that enveloped the surroundings. He was tall, with a relaxed yet frivolous demeanor.
But what caught the eye most was his face. He was wearing a blue dragon helmet touched by starlight.
"Who... who are you?"
Ogram bit his lip as he clutched his shoulder. Even though the man was right in front of him, he couldn't sense his presence properly.
Even if he had been focused on the White Blood Region Leader, to not notice until his arm was severed - he had never heard of or seen someone like this before.
"There's no need to introduce myself to someone who's about to die."
The man in the dragon helmet let out a frivolous laugh, as if mocking him.
"Besides, I don't have a name yet."
"..."
Ogram bit his lip as he met the eyes within the dragon helmet.
'It's not the Heavenly Demon.'
The Heavenly Demon also wore a dragon helmet, but its color was different. This guy wasn't the Heavenly Demon, but someone entirely new.
'And it's not Eden either.'
Just from his way of speaking, it was clear he was far from being Eden.
If someone like him had been in Eden, it would have split into three factions instead of two like now.
"So you're saying you'll kill me and gain a name and fame?"
"No."
The man in the dragon helmet shook his head, saying he had no interest in such things.
"I'll get my name when I catch an even bigger fish."
He laughed, implying that Ogram wasn't worth it.
"You..."
"Do you know why I targeted you?"
"What do you mean?"
Ogram asked back. He tried to buy time to push out the energy lodged in his shoulder, but the man's aura clung to him like a sticky shadow, making it difficult to remove. It felt as if it contained the aura of death itself.
"The Siran Tribe, Carl Kingdom."
The man in the dragon helmet raised his fingers one by one.
"When those two places were in crisis, you moved alone. It's only possible because of your overwhelming confidence in your individual strength. That's why I targeted you first."
His eyes gleamed eerily.
"Because catching an enraged boar is easier than hunting a rabbit."
"To ambush with that power, aren't you ashamed!"
Ogram gritted his teeth as he glared at the dragon helmet and the White Blood Region Leader in turn.
"..."
The White Blood Region Leader seemed to feel embarrassed and slightly averted her gaze. However, the man in the dragon helmet was different.
"What's there to be ashamed of?"
The man in the dragon helmet chuckled.
"Hmm..."
Ogram felt a chill run down his spine as he heard the mocking laughter emanating from inside the helmet.
'What is this guy...'
Transcendent Warriors have more pride and self-esteem than anyone else for reaching their level.
When someone interferes in a battle, they should feel ashamed, but this guy showed no sense of pride despite possessing greater strength than the White Blood Region Leader.
It wasn't just bravado; he seemed to genuinely believe this situation was natural.
Ogram couldn't understand how someone like that had reached such a level.
"Have I given you enough time?"
The man in the dragon helmet tilted his head slightly. He seemed to know that Ogram was trying to remove the energy lodged inside him while buying time.
"Yes."
Ogram lowered the arm that was holding his shoulder. Invisible waves of energy, like heat haze from lava, rose from his entire body. A resolve prepared for death could be felt.
"You could have just killed him right away!"
The White Blood Region Leader furrowed her brow.
"When sinking a big star, you should show this much consideration."
The man in the dragon helmet rotated his wrist holding the sword, saying it was meaningless anyway.
"How annoying!"
As the White Blood Region Leader put her hands together, the Godly Blood Summoning Ritual standing behind her once again spewed out an enormous amount of bloody energy.
"Hmm."
The man in the dragon helmet casually nodded while holding his pitch-black sword in reverse.
Ogram bit the tip of his tongue as he looked at the White Blood Region Leader and the man in the dragon helmet.
'I can do this.'
Glenn Zieghart had pushed back both the White Blood Region Leader and The Fallen simultaneously. If he could push his Fierce Wave Arts to the extreme, he could achieve even more than that.
Boom!
The Godly Blood Summoning Ritual unleashed a massive storm of bloody energy, and a blade imbued with the aura of death came rushing in, shattering space.
It was as if white and black waves were surging in from the horizon.
Boom!
Ogram planted his left foot firmly. He unleashed his Fierce Wave Arts towards the black and white waves surging with bloody energy and death aura. His fist caused a massive rift in the heavens and earth.
Crash!