Within the crimson domain, Lowell stood tall, his body pulsating with supernatural energy. The spikes of his metallic fur seemed to grow sharper and longer, radiating an aura of danger. His eyes burned with killing intent , as his emotion finally took over his mind.
"You will regret angering me," he growled, his voice carrying a newfound depth and resonance. "In this domain, I am unstoppable. "
Vincent remained silent, his sharp gaze scanning the transformed landscape that now enveloped them. It was a sight that left everyone in the vicinity awestruck, their expressions frozen in shock. It wasn't an everyday occurrence for an ordinary supernatural to enter a domain like this.
"Movable Domain," Vincent muttered to himself, his mind working swiftly to analyze the situation. Evangeline's words echoed in his thoughts, her warnings about the different types of domains still fresh in his memory. The energy flow originated from somewhere else, buried beneath the very ground upon which they stood. It was easy to guess that this Domain was in the movable rank.
"It appears that he deliberately shifted his domain to this very location, all in preparation for this decisive battle," Vincent muttered under his breath. The implications of such a move was something he had already expected. Unlike personal domains, which could be summoned instantaneously, a movable domain required significant time and effort to be relocated.
He knew that Lowell must have carefully orchestrated the precise placement of his domain, selecting this particular place with meticulous calculation. The preparation that went into such a maneuver was a proof to Lowell's cunning and his desire to gain any advantage possible.
"I can still win , I just need to be careful " A smirk played at the corners of Vincent's lips as he contemplated the best strategy in this situation.
On Lowell's side
"Does this arrogant guy truly think he can best me without unleashing his domain?" Lowell's thoughts brimmed with frustration. His werewolf instincts bristled at the notion that his enemy was underestimating him.
The very essence of being a werewolf coursed through his veins, driving his competitive spirit to new heights. Werewolves were creatures of primal strength and raw power, their domains serving as manifestations of their inner ferocity. Lowell had assumed that Vincent, too, would rely on his domain to match his own might, so not seeing Vincent summon his Domain came as an insult. It was like saying that he was not worthy to see it.
"You will pay for your arrogance!" With contempt, Lowell prepared to showcase the true extent of his power. He would seize this opportunity to unleash the full might of his werewolf form, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that Vincent's underestimation was a grave mistake.
His muscles tensed, his senses honed, as he prepared to pounce upon his arrogant adversary. His crimson fur bristled with power, his fangs bared in a feral snarl. He would demonstrate the full fury of his werewolf bloodline, unleashing devastating attacks that would make his enemy regret fighting him.
"Blame your arrogance for your death ," Lowell's eyes locked onto Vincent, the intensity of his gaze conveying the pride of an Rank S Alpha.
"GRRRRRRR" With a resounding growl, he lunged forward, his crimson fur shimmering in the light. The ground trembled beneath his powerful strides, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring ready to be unleashed. The air crackled with anticipation as he closed the distance between himself and Vincent, ready to deliver a punishing blow that would shatter any doubts and lay waste to any lingering pride.
SWOOOOOSH!
With a swift and seamless movement, Lowell's speed was so fast that it looked like he materialized right before Vincent. His agility was enhanced exponentially within the confines of his activated domain , catching even Vincent off guard, and leaving him with little time to react.
Vincent instinctively attempted to leap backward, seeking distance from Lowell's imminent strike. However, an unforeseen twist disrupted his escape plan. The seemingly harmless red grass beneath his feet suddenly sprang to life, ensnaring his foot in a tight, constricting grip.
Caught off balance and momentarily immobilized, Vincent was left vulnerable to Lowell's attack. Before he could break free from the ensnaring grass, Lowell's powerful blow landed square in the center of his chest.
BOOOOOOM! The blow resonated like thunder, sending him hurtling through the air like a cannonball.
CRASH! The impact reverberated throughout the battleground, sending shockwaves rippling through the crimson landscape. His body crashed against the ground, creating a crater upon collision. Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring his body from view.
"Arrogant fool, " Lowell sneered, his eyes burning with pride, he slowly approached the crater, ready to deliver the final blow.
But as he got closer to the cloud of dust, a strong energy erupted from inside it. Vincent's indomitable spirit refused to yield, and he summoned every ounce of strength within him to rise from the crater. Blood trickled down his chest from the devastating blow, his body bearing the marks of the battle.
"Damn it, that was close," Vincent spoke through gritted teeth as he regained his balance. His body, fueled by his werewolf and vampire essence, swiftly began the process of regeneration, mending the damage inflicted by Lowell's powerful strike.
"That was unexpected, " Vincent muttered to himself .Lowell's speed had caught him off guard, a stark reminder that underestimating one's adversary could have dire consequences. He had grown too accustomed to fighting foes who were slower and less agile, leaving him unprepared for Lowell's lightning-quick attack.
However, it was enough for him to figure out that Lowell's strength was not that impressive despite activating his Domain. In fact , he was convinced that the woman he fought before was more troublesome .
"You should have finished me off with that attack," Vincent taunted, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. The words hung in the air, challenging Lowell to prove his dominance once again. His comment was not born out of arrogance, but rather a calculated move to manipulate Lowell into revealing more of his capabilities.
"I will teach you another painful lesson. This time, I'll make sure you won't stand anymore," Lowell roared with anger, his voice reverberating through the air. The longer he stayed in this form, the more berserk and chaotic his emotions became. It was the curse of being a werewolf, and even him, a Rank S, was not exempt from it.
SWOOOOSH. Lowell appeared to have vanished from his original spot, leaving everyone who was spectating the battle struggling to keep up with his movements.
But Vincent remained calm and focused. His instincts were finely tuned, allowing him to react swiftly to Lowell's attack. As the werewolf leader propelled himself forward with blinding speed, Vincent's body also became a blur of motion, evading the oncoming attack effortlessly.
SLASH!
Lowell's first attack missed, but it was far from over as he attempted to manipulate the red grass beneath him again, extending it in an effort to ensnare and immobilize Vincent.
However, Vincent was not a fool to fall for the same trick twice. With his heightened awareness and adaptability, he swiftly adjust his movements, sidestepping the tendrils of grass with ease.
The astonishment etched across Lowell's face was undeniable. He had expected Vincent to struggle, to fall victim to the same trap he had set before. Yet, to his surprise, Vincent seemed to have adapted to the attack instantly .
Sensing this , Lowell's control over his domain had intensified, the red grass growing longer and swifter, each blade an extension of his own killing intent. He sought to corner Vincent, to trap him within the threads of his own creation and deliver a decisive blow. However, to his bewilderment, Vincent's speed increased even further, as if it was adjusting to the battle.
"I need to end this end now" Vincent muttered to himself. While he had shown remarkable agility and adaptability, he couldn't ignore the fact that they were still within Lowell's domain—a realm where the werewolf leader's energy reserves were at his strongest. It was a daunting disadvantage that can shift the balanced of the fight anytime.
"Let me show you how a true Alpha fights!" Vincent declared, his voice resounding like thunder.
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