Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chu Tianjiao let out a low roar.

The knuckles of the fingers gripping the knife turned bluish-white from the force, and the tendons on the back of the hand bulged out.

If one has a keen eye, one can notice several very fine, abnormal bluish-black lines faintly visible under the skin on the side of his neck and even near his temples.

Like a lurking venomous snake, it suddenly emerged, only to be forcefully pushed back under the skin by an even stronger willpower amidst the bulging veins on his forehead and the muffled groans of gritted teeth, leaving only a few slight protrusions and wriggling.

[Bloodlust]!

The Lionheart Society's long-forgotten, forbidden techniques.

It's not a gentle gain, but a dangerous gamble—

With unwavering perseverance as their crutch, they forcefully pried open the heavy door within their bodies that sealed off the dragon genes.

It allows those violent, ancient powers to surge forth briefly, pushing the user's bloodline purity and physical functions to an inhuman peak in an instant.

The benefits are enormous, but the costs are equally terrible.

Every use of it is like racing along the edge of a precipice of rationality.

As its power surged, the consciousness of "human" was also locked in a fierce tug-of-war with the instincts of "dragon".

One wrong step and you're doomed, reduced to a killing machine.

This technology was considered taboo and nearly lost precisely because of its uncontrollable and destructive nature.

As a rare S-class hybrid, Chu Tianjiao's proportion of dragon blood already far exceeds the safety limit. The amplification brought by using Blood Explosion is terrifying, but the risk of losing control also increases exponentially.

If it weren't for the fact that the strength displayed by the boy named Leylin was completely beyond reason and even touched the red line of his duty to "assess and control," he would never have easily knocked on this dual door leading to power and abyss.

As the bloodshed progresses, an invisible yet tangible change is taking place.

The sharpness and restraint that belonged to a top hunter in Chu Tianjiao quickly faded away, replaced by a more primitive and savage aura.

His eyes became sharper, yet they also seemed to be veiled with a faint, predatory crimson.

The samurai sword in his hand, named "Murasame," seemed to sense the boiling of its master's blood, and the blade emitted a low and excited hum, like the trembling before thirsting for blood.

"Round two..." Chu Tianjiao slowly raised his arm, the tip of his knife pointing at Lei Lin once again.

His voice had become unusually hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against metal, each word imbued with a ferocious fighting spirit and forcibly suppressed pain, "Now...begin!"

The cold moonlight illuminated the two people who were on the verge of exploding.

An S-class hybrid in a berserk state faces off against a boy with otherworldly traits and an extraordinary physique.

The air was taut like a fully drawn bowstring; the real, potentially bloody, contest was about to begin.

"clang--!!!"

The first collision was no longer a contest of swift skills, but a pure clash of strength and brute force!

Chu Tianjiao made a move.

His figure almost left afterimages, no longer the eerie teleportation of [Time Zero], but a frenzied charge under pure violent acceleration!

The ground beneath his feet cracked open with fine fissures.

The "Muramasa" in his hand no longer sought tricky angles, but transformed into a black lightning bolt that tore through the night, carrying a force as powerful as splitting mountains and shattering rocks, and struck down at Lei Lin!

The blade's wind was fierce, and the sharp sound of it cutting through the air even drowned out the wind, as if it wanted to cut the space in front of it and its opponent in one fell swoop!

Leylin's eyes narrowed, but he did not back down.

He took a deep breath, and the immense power within him, originating from the Dunedan people, resonated with the longsword blessed by the elves.

Instead of trying to deflect the heavy blow with exquisite swordsmanship, he fiercely met it with his crimson longsword from bottom to top!

"boom!"

The moment the swords clashed, a deafening roar erupted, far more violent than ever before!

A visible ring-shaped shockwave exploded outwards from the two people, stirring up countless dust and rubble from the ground.

The sparks no longer sputtered out in scattered bursts, but rather exploded in clusters, like miniature fireworks.

Chu Tianjiao pressed his advantage relentlessly. The berserk power brought by his bloodlust made him almost tireless, and his attacks came one after another like a storm.

Horizontal slash, vertical chop, diagonal slash... each strike is simple and direct, yet so fast it takes your breath away, and so heavy it makes your arms go numb.

Wherever the blade passed, discarded bricks and stones were easily sliced ​​through, and the metal frame emitted a piercing twisting sound.

His fighting style has transcended the realm of "technology" and is more like that of an enraged ancient beast, relying on instinct and brute force to carry out the most primitive destruction.

Leylin held firm in his position, his crimson longsword transforming into a scorching halo of light, deflecting the onslaught of ferocious attacks one by one.

Each block produced a deafening clang of metal striking metal; his feet sank deep into the ground, yet he never retreated an inch.

He is adapting, and he is also evaluating.

After his blood boiled, Chu Tianjiao's strength, speed, and aggression did indeed increase by more than one level, but this improvement seemed to rely too much on the explosive burst of power, lacking the precision and control he had before.

"That's about enough." In the lull between another round of head-on clashes, sparks flying, Leylin silently thought to himself.

He didn't want to drag the battle into a war of attrition, nor did he want to wait for the opponent to lose control of their blood and cause irreversible consequences.

His golden eyes shone brightly, and he uttered several ancient and majestic syllables rapidly and clearly—

That was the chant of the Dragon Script, 【Junyan】.

But unlike before, this time, the raging fire elements did not condense and erupt in front of him or in his palm.

All the scorching energy that was drawn in, like rivers flowing into the sea, was forcibly compressed and guided by his powerful mental strength, and poured into the already hot and red longsword in his hand!

The silver elven patterns on the sword instantly lit up, as if they had come to life, and began to flow wildly, helping to restrain and channel the raging fire power.

The temperature of the entire longsword rose sharply, and its color changed from crimson to dazzling incandescent white.

The surrounding air was violently distorted by the high temperature, making a "sizzling" sound.

In the next instant, Chu Tianjiao's next heavy strike was already upon him!

Leylin neither dodged nor evaded, his blazing white longsword meeting "Murasame" head-on!

"BOOM—!!!!!"

This time, the sound was completely different!

It wasn't a crisp metallic clang, but a dull, thunderous sound, followed by a violent explosion!

At the very moment the two blades made contact, Leylin precisely controlled the power of the [King's Flame] compressed within the sword, releasing it suddenly through the point of contact between the sword and the blade, like a dam bursting!

But instead of exploding indiscriminately outwards, it was highly concentrated and rushed backwards along the blade of "Murasame"!

A blazing white fireball, no more than half a meter in diameter but dazzlingly bright, exploded out of thin air between the two blades!

The light instantly engulfed the figures of the two fighting, illuminating an area of ​​dozens of meters as if it were daytime!

Leilin was prepared.

Protected by his Unburnt physique and the blessing of the elves, he only felt a wave of heat hitting his face and a violent shock from the longsword in his hand. He swayed slightly but quickly regained his balance.

But Chu Tianjiao was completely different!

"Holy crap!!!"

He only had time to utter a short, startled curse.

He then felt an unimaginable, violent force, combining high temperature and intense impact, slamming into his arm along the blade and then engulfing his entire body!

The "Muramasa" in his hand almost flew out of his grasp; the protective power of his words seemed extremely fragile under the impact of this highly concentrated flame.

"Bang!"

Chu Tianjiao was violently thrown away by the force of the explosion.