Reborn In A Cultivation World With All Cheat Abilities

Chapter 104: Allicent Nyvanz

The next few draws were very entertaining, the crowd watched them enthusiastically.

Flowers and apples were thrown in equal measure, reminding Jacob of the Roman coliseum gladiator fights he saw in movies.

By the time the next six fights were over, all the Wutherhorn men had advanced to the next round.

Yannick, Jonathan, Randolph, Eron, Zion, Alfred, Christopher, had all went to the next round to the surprise of no one in the crowd.

The next fight was particularly tricky, one that Light had been waiting for the whole tournament, it was to be a battle between Stryx and Raphael.

The smallish girl didn’t even look the least bit bothered when she walked onto the arena, whistling and swiping her eyes left to right to ascertain who and who sat in the crowd.

She caught a glance of Jacob, who sat not too far from the arena grounds, then she smiled. A wide smile that revealed two large fang-like canines.

Jacob instantly knew what she was, he just stared back at her blankly, acting like he didn’t see her.

Her opponent was called to the battlefield. Raphael was a simple looking man, he didn’t come off as a knight or a warrior of any sort.

Infact, most people would consider him plain looking, and yet he still exuded an aura that gave off quiet strength and wisdom.

He had short black hair and piercing brown eyes, he wasn’t exceptionally tall, he maybe stood at five foot eleven. He wore a lot of jewelry, infact he had so many piercings on his face and arms, and had a small goatee on his face.

He walked quietly to a space within a few meters from Stryx.

Neither of their powers were known yet, but the crowd was about to find out. Stryx stood, almost uninterested by the person standing in front of her, she picked her nose carelessly and flicked the tiny ball of mucus to the ground.

She hadn’t looked him in the eyes once in the few moments that they had stood apart from each other.

"Hey little girl!" Raphael called out.

Stryx didn’t answer, she flat out ignored him, and continued picking her nose. The man twitched his eyelids, feeling ignored by the little girl he just called out to.

"Little girl! Can you hear me!"

Still no response from Stryx, now he just felt plain disrespected, he grit his teeth and frowned his face, how can such a tiny girl ignore him like he was nothing.

"FIGHT!" The announcer shouted, the timer immediately began to run down.

"Kill... Kill... Kill!... KILL!" Stryx started off slowly, then the words became something of a chant in her mouth, this confused Raphael as he had begun to thing that the smallish girl was dead and dumb.

But no matter, it was still a battle and he wanted to end this as quickly as possible.

He waved his hands in front of him, all the piercings on his body began to vibrate, each one dislodging itself from the hole it once resided in.

This was Raphael’s power, <Iron Manipulation>. He could control all his piercings and turn them into projectiles, even faster than bullets.

The piercing rings all floated before him, turning instantly to face Stryx, like a sea of fishes in the air.

"Ooohh.. shiny." She exclaimed with a smile, focusing now on the pointy metal rings.

SWOOSH!

They all darted towards her at tremendous speed at once, Stryx opened her mouth and grinned as the weapons shot towards her, it was obvious that she was having fun.

She immediately bent backwards and planted her hands on the ground behind her, extremely athletic for her age, or what seemed to be her age,

She dodged the rings effortlessly and watched as they lodged into the walls behind her.

"Strong too, hehe!" She exclaimed again.

She twisted her body and straightened herself, staring at Raphael with her piercing red pupils. This was the first time she even glanced in his direction during their meeting.

She raised her hand in the air, gravity seemed to disappear around her, her hair floated, her dress swayed in the wind. She seemed to levitate for a few seconds before a ball of dark red formed above her head.

It looked very much like blood, this ball suddenly expanded, turning into seven different blood red spikes with extremely sharp tips.

"Descend! Descend!" She yelled as the spikes tore through the air, aimed at Raphael.

Her attack left the crowd extremely impressed as even some clan elders of the Vampire race weren’t even able to use blood manipulation yet.

A blood manipulator was rare even amongst the vampire race, people wondered where this girl had come from.

She smiled and jumped up and down as she watched her creations swerve through the air. Raphael grunted as he moved, he was light on his feet, to the surprise of no one.

He managed to dodge five of them, but there were too many, and the last two were already within a dangerous distance.

He had no other choice than to use his defenses.

He pulled out his arms and crossed them across his chest, his body immediately became hard as steel, this was another technique that he possessed called <Body of Iron>, he could turn his body into pure steel, an impenetrable defense that many of his foes struggled with over the years.

Stryx’s eyes widened as her blood arrows shattered upon striking the man’s skin.

She smiled and jumped up and down again, "More! More! More!" She screamed like an excited little girl, upon ascertaining that the man was worth the struggle.

She licked her lips and looked at him again, this time with a more sinister expression, she raised her hand towards him, and turned it.

"If not outside..." she started, biting her lip so hard she bled. "...then inside. Hehe."

Raphael suddenly began to squirm. He floated up into the air, unable to control his basic functions anymore.

He screamed in agony as he felt his blood circulate even faster in his body, his iron skin started sizzling as the crowd watched him struggle while suspended in the air.

"Hot! Hot! Hot!" The little girl screamed as she tortured the man in front of her.

Raphael’s skin had begun to burn from within, he was experiencing pain that was on the level of none other.

Guttural screams escaped his mouth as the iron slowly melted on his body, his body was immediately transformed back to regular skin.

His eyes went first, then his mouth caved in... before long, his entire body was completely black, and then he dropped to the floor lifelessly.

"Uhh... no fun." Stryx frowned, unsatisfied with the scenes that just unfolded in front of her.

"Is he dead?"

"He’s fucking dead!"

"Who is she?! Why did she kill him?!"

Questions emerged from different corners of the arena but Stryx seemed deaf to it all, Jacob seas also surprised that she had killed the man, but he kept his composure and just studied the little girl. He had ascertained her to be Allicent Nyvanz, the daughter of the Vampire King, Stryx was most likely her alias. She was a long way from home.