My Soul card is a Reaper

Through her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, steams of blood rushed out as if it wanted to be free from the human's body. Meanwhile, the fifty-seven-year-old Rank-5 with over forty years of battle experience was helplessly levitating in mid-air, turning paler every second as Alastor collected her blood in the form of an orb in his hands.

As her blood levels reached an alarming rate at which she could die, Azzy was about to take action but fortunately, the blood drain stopped and she was then blasted away as if her body was being controlled by invisible hands, crashing to the ground outside the battle arena.

After taking care of one, Alastor then glanced to his left and raised his arm. "Scram," Amidst the gazes of shock, Gredor's conjured energy shield also slowly rose in the air and shot back at Gredor.

As the Crescent clan's heir conjured the energy shield right in front of him, he couldn't evade it completely and got slammed onto his side.

"Hoho, never expected your successor would master the Blood Drain, Clan leader Francis," commented the Ash clan's Matriarch, Demure Ash, who is all dolled up in a traditional witch's attire, the robes with a hat. Placing a leg on top of the other knee, she then let out a seductive smile, "Too bad that he won't be able to succeed you."

"What do you mean by that, Demure?" The eight-thousand-year-old clan leader of the mutated human race furrowed his brows in displeasure.

It was then Demure looked back into his eyes and replied, "I heard that Remia made a breakthrough and we all know what that means, don't we, Elder?"

Her voice wasn't loud but it was enough to spark discussions among the nearby spectators like the Pavilion master, higher judicial and civil officials, clan leaders, etc…

"Remia made a breakthrough?"

"Then, our clan finally had a second supreme realm expert?"

"Is she going to return?"

"I heard that she loves adventuring in the outside world and hasn't been to the clan for atleast a thousand years. I don't it would be a matter"

"But still, this is a matter of importance. The equations will change. There could be political turmoil in the clan"

"As if. With Young Master Azrael here, nothing would change. Did you forget how he singlehandedly destroyed the Elf clan's successor even though the latter is a supreme realm expert"

"Please, Elder Monroe. It's just nothing more than an exaggerated rumor. That man purposely went easy on Young Master for the sake of his sister. Princess Isolde requested her brother to support her love. That's all."

"Eh? Then, it is true that Young Master and Princess Isolde are a couple? How could that be possible? She is way older than him."

"C'mon, Brother. What does age have anything to do with love or marriage? Look at His Majesty (Vesyrn) himself. Isn't he quite younger than Lady Crescent?"

"Hmm, now that I think about it, it does make sense. But, I wonder what Young Master's children are going to look like. A mixture of a human and an elf… I have never seen a half-elf before"

Somehow the discussions that started with Remia and the Blood clan among the Pavilion Masters eventually ended up about Azzy in the end. It seriously explains how popular he is in the clan.

While the others were discussing all other possibilities, Francis didn't comment on the matter and silently stared at her with a frown on his face, thinking deeply, "How does this woman know about Remia's breakthrough? More importantly, it does seem like she knows why Remia left the clan too. How? This little girl wasn't even alive when Remia left the clan. Not even Qridus knows the truth.

Is she bluffing or did she find something? Whatever it is… neither have I had any plans on letting that woman return nor do I have any intention on joining sides, well, atleast as long as Qridus is still alive out there."

Back to the battle, Gredor flew away for more than a hundred meters but managed to control his body in mid-air and landed on the floor. Meanwhile, Zara Crescent, the five-star Arcana Master jumped to the side and rolled on the floor as the shield went past him.

"You damn brat…" Gredor let out a roar, stretching the spear above his head, "Soul skill: Hea…" "Argh…"

The blood smeared on his face during the collision with the shield entered his nose and suddenly, his blood started riling up inside; veins bulged out of his neck, dizziness took over him as breathing became heavily tough, and unlike Aya smoke, only his face started turning paler by each second.

"Blood Control," Alastor Blood mumbled, giving him a gaze as if he were looking at a dead man. He stretched his other hand and threw the orb of blood at Gredor, "Now for the finishing touch."

As the blood orb shot toward Gredor, Zara Crescent hurriedly rushed to her distant cousin and tried to cut it down with her sword. However, with a motion of his hand, the orb evaded the sword and reached her chest instead.

*Boom*

A powerful explosion followed it, throwing Zara out of bounds while injuring her heavily. Gredor somehow luckily crashed almost near the edge while struggling to breathe properly.

"Finally, it is your turn…" Alastor pointed his finger at struggling Gredor. Soul energy was gathering at the tip of his finger as he planned on shooting an energy beam.

It was then a shadowy figure suddenly appeared behind him and pierced his chest quite deeply, making the teenager instantly fall onto one of his knees, "Ugh…"

"You are right, Riven Blood. He cannot deflect the attacks he couldn't see with that invisible shield," a voice belonging to Redgar Night came from his behind.

Turning his head to the side and glancing at his back, he spoke as he spilled out a mouthful of blood, "I momentarily forgotten about the Night clan's assassination technique. But more than that, this bas*ard snitched out on our clan's technique for the sake of win." He couldn't help but glare at Riven, who was caught smirking as their eyes met. "I will…"

The dagger in Redgar tore his flesh as he slashed it to the side after the pierce. "Kid, you are talented but not experienced enough. The tallest tree would be the first to face the wind. Blame yourself for being overconfident."

Retracting his dagger, Redgar gave a powerful kick to Alastor's back, making him fly away tens of meters and crash onto the floor.

Riven Blood left Redgar's side and charged forward to finish off the opponent with his own hands, even if it appeared cowardly to the spectators.

However, little did he expect that just a few seconds after he left Redgar's side, the latter's dagger that had Alastor's blood get consumed by it and turn against the master assassin instead.

Meanwhile, Alastor slowly rose to his feet and mumbled, "Unseal."

In an instant, his soul realm raised to peak-5-star as Redgar's dagger slipped away from his hand, and flew toward Alastor while spinning rapidly. The black dagger turned scarlet as he caught it and pointed it toward the master assassin, "shall we start round 2, Elder Night?"

Redgar Night stared at him for a couple of seconds and let out a sigh, "Well, it looks like I'm right, after all. You truly don't have battle experience at all, or else, you wouldn't have dared to touch the dagger of a Night Clan's assassin."

"What? Are you offended or something?" Alastor brandished the dagger like a whip.

"Not at all," Redgar Night raised the other dagger in his hand and spoke, "Just want to remind you that almost all Night clan members that reached the 6-star realm have a soul skill in common."

"Soul skill: Sacrifice."

The dagger in Redgar's hand as well as the stolen one in Alastor's hand glowed in darkness at the same time.

Before Alastor could react, the scarlet dagger in his hand transformed into dark energy and disappeared into his skin, just like how the dagger in Redgar's hand disappeared into the assassin's body.

Following that scene, Alastor let out a continuous piercing scream as Redgar transformed into a faceless dark being, "Thank you for the meal, kid."

The screaming stopped and Alastor collapsed onto the floor with cracks on his skin.

"You…" His entire body started shivering as he slowly got up onto his feet once again, albeit his head was hung down and his gaze was on the floor.

Riven tried to take advantage of the situation and rushed toward him once again while conjuring Blood Spear.

Just as he attacked his abdomen with the blood spear, Alastor caught it with his bare hand.

As he raised his head to look at Riven, the latter saw his opponent's eyes were completely glowing in scarlet with no visible pupils, "I will kill you, you bas*ard." He roared in anger before pulling Riven toward him using the spear and grabbing his throat.

Riven was helplessly flapping his legs in the air as his body was raised high with the throat.

"Tch, The Blood possession," Francis clicked his tongue in annoyance. "It can't be helped. Cain, bring the kid. He is not allowed to participate in the tournament anymore." He passed an order to the pavilion master.

As the seven-star realm expert rose to his feet, Demure Ash once again commented, "I don't think it will be necessary. He had made his move."

"Hmm?" Francis furrowed his brows as he saw Azzy slowly descending toward the platform but shortly stopped just above it, facing Alastor, and spoke in a stern tone, "Participant Alastor Blood, you have violated the rule of using Arcana possession. You are hence disqualified from the competition. Free him and step down from the platform."

However, there was no response from Alastor. If anything, his grip over Riven's throat only became tighter. "Ack…"

Azzy couldn't help but frown, "…"

This chapter upload first at NovelBin.Com