He had seen what the giant had been about to do the defenceless girl that lay on the ground. He couldn't help but think what could have happened to Shiranui had he not found her in time. Previously he might not have felt so strongly about it but now that she was his woman, he felt strong hatred towards the trio.
Not only that, he could truly feel at this moment how heartless the test truly was. He wondered what kind of a sadistic bastard could have developed such a test. The participants were about to **** a girl who had been knocked out and yet the examiners had yet to show themselves. Even the medics only arrived when the individual was about to die and was within an inch of meeting their maker.
It appeared to Zavier that the innocence of the girl apparently held no value to the university. He had already expected such heartlessness but seeing it for himself still left a deep impression on him.
The medics really did show up to carry Dahila's teammates but never even bothered to look her way as she was about to be violated by the giant one among the three.
Zavier looked at the three of them through his Time Space eye to get a closer look at their abilities. His vision had levelled up quite a bit and he could even see the mana surrounding their bodies and unlike the mono-coloured mana that was usually surrounding various mages, they had a blood coloured mana surrounding them and oozing out of them. The blood coloured mana was apparently their respective bloodline energies.
Although all of them were using the power of their respective mixed bloodlines, they didn't have the same aura. There were not only different shades to it but also different ways in which it manifested. For example, as Gabby used his bloodline abilities, it was as if a bat had manifested behind him and was supporting him while he cast his magic.
He had seen similar special energy last time as well when they were on the mission where they had encountered Shiranui's sister and the other monsters. He remembered the A rank mage who had fought against Valerie and had managed to poison her as well. That mage had similar special aura around his body but his hadn't been as elaborate as that of the trio in front of him.
While his aura had been murky and chaotic, the aura of the three was clear and had a definite shape and was easier to identify. Due to that aura, the mage had been able to use a weird magic that let him mould his bones into weapons. He had proved to be quite a formidable foe despite only being an A rank mage.
Zavier expected the same kind of strength from these three. Since they had the same energy inside their bodies, he was sure that they were proficient in some kind of special magic as well.
Though he was wary of the three, not even for a second had he felt afraid of them. The reason was that he had checked out his surroundings and found no one. Since no one out of the three knew him, he could finally let out his true strength. He could use Blood Blade without holding back.
Zavier was sure that when he used Blood Blade, his strength would be invincible among all the participants no matter how strong they were.
He could use Blood Blade to crush them as much as he wanted. There was no one who was capable of stopping him when he wielded that skill without holding back.
Ibeniah grit his teeth with enough strength to produce screeching sound as his teeth rubbed against each other. His anger was bursting through and was fairly evident on his face and the way he was clenching his fists at his side.
He hated the masked man who had interrupted his fun. He hated Gabby for stopping him midway when it was only a single individual who was busy spying on them. There had still been time for him to have fun before the full reinforcements of the other party arrived. He believed that the masked man was alone in this endeavour based on the fact that they had been vigilantly keeping an eye on their surroundings and there had yet to be another enemy in sight.
Those who knew Ibeniah, especially the ones who knew him as closely as Gabby and Macbeth, knew what he hated the most. He would become especially red eyed and vengeful when someone interrupted his carnal activities.
His body was slowly twisting out of shape as if some kind of monster was awakening inside of him. His blood vessels appeared to be as taut as steel wires as the network of them became visible on his body. The ones on his temple were especially throbbing as if the blood coursing through them had sped up.
His hair started to grow longer and it seemed as if he would turn into some kind of a giant hairy monster but the transformation couldn't reach completion. It seemed as if it was being controlled. Either Ibeniah was trying to stop his transformation on his own or there was something missing inside his body that made it lacking to support the transformation to its full extent. Zavier thought that it was also possible that the bubbling wrath inside the giant enemy was somehow interfering in proper deployment of all his mental faculties that the needed for a complete transformation. There was yet another possibility that Zavier had failed to consider and that was the thin bloodline inheritance that all three of them possessed.
Zavier knew what type of a mix-blood this giant among the true was. When he had last confronted the trio, Shiranui had told him about his abilities. If he remembered right then, this giant had received the inheritance of the Werewolves.
Based on that premise, Zavier already knew what kind of abilities to expect from this one. According to legends, the werewolves basically had enhanced physical abilities and regeneration at best. Zavier felt that if that was the case, he didn't have much to fear. He was basically another mongrel with the blood of the beasts.
Still, the transformation would somehow make the process of defeating this one a little bit harder.
Thankfully for him, it looked like Ibeniah wasn't able to fully transform into the wolf form. Instead he had become something that was in between the wolf and human form. It was some kind of primal form of the werewolves that could not be termed as a werewolf per se.
Zavier felt at ease thinking that the idiot giant was unable to wield his power completely. So he didn't disturb him and let him lunge at him after gathering his strength. He waited for him patiently.
As Zavier expected, Ibeniah's physical abilities had gotten enhanced to the point that even Zavier found somewhat astonishing. He couldn't have imagined that his thick frame after transformation would be capable of moving at such a fast speed.
In the blink of an eye, Ibeniah had lunged in his direction and was in front of him before he could even register it.
The claws that his nails had turned into were razor sharp; just one look at them had been enough for Zavier to judge what would happen if he got caught up between the claws.
Ibeniah in his anger had failed to hold himself back and had left his teammates behind to attack the masked figure. All he could see was blood after he had transformed. He was in some kind of an induced berserk state because of his boiling anger. In his frenzy, he wanted nothing more than to tear apart every inch of Zavier's skin and feast on his blood.
But there was something he had misjudged, and that was the strength of the opponent he intended to brandish his claws against.
Contrary to him, Gabby had sensed something was wrong. The masked figure was standing still as Ibeniah rushed towards him.
If it had been someone else, they would have felt that Zavier was too shocked by Ibeniah's awesome speed to even try to respond to the bulging threat but Gabby was too cautious to think in such a manner.
From the moment he had sensed the masked man in his vicinity, he had been constantly keeping tabs on the masked figure with all his senses focused on him for the smallest signs of trouble or danger towards him or his team.
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