A few days when by and the day of the blood fest finally reached. Atticus went towards the venue and so did other students. The entire academy was looking forward to this twisted yearly event.The anticipation hung heavy in the air as students from all corners of the academy converged upon the Blood Coliseum. Whispers of excitement and nervous energy crackled like static electricity, a palpable buzz that set the atmosphere alive. Atticus navigated through the throngs of eager participant's, his mind a whirlwind of anticipation and strategy.An oppressive blood-red sun hung low in the twilight sky, casting an ominous glow over the colossal Blood Coliseum. Gleaming obsidian spires pierced the heavens, their tips converging to form a jagged maw at the arena's apex. The air crackled with a morbid energy, a cacophony of nervous murmurs and bloodthirsty roars emanating from the stands that snaked their way around the coliseum's inner rim.Atticus, along with the other participants, stood hu
As Atticus and the last of the participants pass through the gates, A white fog filled everywhere and Atticus felt space warp, it seems like he teleported.In the next moment Atticus was met with a blinding white flash. Weightlessness.Fuck, he was falling!Below him he could see a vast forest mixed with wastelands, It was a very weird terrain.Around him in the air were several other participants, this was certainly some sort of grand entrance.As Atticus approached the ground, he tried to rotate his cultivation so as to slow down the fall...Oh shit!There was nothing to rotate as their cultivation had been completely suppressed. How were they supposed to survive this fall!Then – bam! Atticus landed hard on something soft. Disoriented, he blinked his eyes open.Of course, the landing was going to go well, it would be weird if they all died just right off their landing.He looked around him and all he could see was trees. Lots of trees. The air was thick and silent, not a whisper
In a different part of the forest was one of the twisted criminals known as the Blood dragon. Xue Long's crimson eyes scanned the forest, his grin widening as he spotted a group of students huddled together. Pathetic. A weak alliance formed in the desperate hope of survival. He saw the coward in the group, a tremor in his hand as he nervously licked the edge of his dagger. Perfect. Time for a little bloodshed.A cruel amusement flickered in Xue Long's eyes. With a silent chuckle, he activated his devil fruit power. The air shimmered for a brief moment, then Xue Long was gone, his form dissolving into invisibility. He became a phantom, a predator stalking its prey.The devil fruit was one of the power ups one could get from the forest just like the enchanted weapon. Of course it was much more rare and Xue Long had been lucky to come across one and even more lucky to get one that gave him a useful skill.He crept closer, his movements silent and fluid. He watched them, savoring their
In the next moment a change was made known to all the participants as an holographic display flickered to life in front of them. The previous map they could call upon to navigate through the terrain had become something more. It was no longer just a map for it now displayed every remaining participant – a red dot pulsating faintly above a miniature figure. This unexpected shift sent a wave of shock through the audience. No more hiding, no more tactical maneuvering; now, it was a brutal game of cat and mouse, predator and prey, laid bare for all to see.Fen Yifan gritted his teeth as his location was revealed. Atticus on the other hand stole a glance at the map, his eyes expression then turned grim. Xue Long, a crimson blight on the digital landscape, was mere miles away, his path a gruesome trail of extinguished red dots.A new wave of worry washed over several students, but it was quickly replaced by a steely determination. They weren't exactly weak and in the blood fest, nothing w
The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a grim counterpoint to the chirping crickets that had timidly resumed their nightly chorus. Jin Sohae, her body wracked with pain and terror, watched as the cloaked figure towered over the last whimpering brother. The figure in black lowered his sword, its tip dripping crimson. He turned towards Jin Sohae, his shadowed face unreadable. In the flickering moonlight, she caught a glimpse of a single, piercing blue eye. "You're hurt," he stated, his voice a low rumble that sent a tremor through her. "Just a few scratches," she lied, forcing a weak smile. The adrenaline was fading fast, replaced by a dull throbbing pain that radiated from every part of her body. Internally, she winced. A lie wouldn't do. These weren't scratches, they were injuries that would take weeks to heal, even with proper medical attention. "Can we stick together?" Jin Sohae continued, her voice gaining strength. "There's safety in numbers, at least until we find
As the battles played out in several parts of the forest in the blood fest the audience outside the coliseum were in a frenzy.The gore and killings seemed to make them more excuses, feeding their twisted fantasies but of course this wasn't a new thing.Every bloodfest was always like this.Atticus had once again come into the spotlight as he was noticed by several students in the audience.The way he carried himself and disposed off the cyan earth brothers had caught their attention and the plot twist of jin sohae betrayal also put them at the edge of their seat. But as if separating Jin sohae's head from her head wasn't enough, another contender had showed up from the shadows and started a fight but of course Atticus had still dominated his showdown.With every win the audience went crazy with cheers and screams.The girls couldn't help but be smitten by his devilish handsome looks and the aura of masculinity that radiated off him.But one person was still worried about him in the m
The crimson moon bathed the clearing in an unsettling glow. A raw energy crackled in the air as the Blood Moon ritual commenced. A surge of power coursed through the remaining seventeen participants, their eyes flashing predator-like. Atticus, a lone figure amidst a sea of murderous intent, felt the change too – his muscles tensed, his senses amped, but a knot of dread sat heavy in his gut.He wasn't naive. The side quest emblazoned on everyone's holographic display was a target painted on his back, a sick reminder of Ling Yue's meddling.As if on cue, a hulking brute emerged from the shadows. Xue Long, notorious for his savagery, stepped forward, crimson eyes fixed on Atticus. A cruel smile stretched across his scarred face. "Well, well, Bloodhound," he rumbled, his voice dripping with malice.Atticus, eyes scanning the battlefield for threats, didn't respond. Other participants were circling, their energies crackling in a deadly dance. He knew a straight fight wouldn't work – he nee
Atticus surveyed the scene, his chest burning with a mixture of exertion and dread. The clearing was littered with the fallen, their blood painting a gruesome tapestry on the forest floor. The once vibrant crimson moon now seemed to mock them with its eerie glow. Ember's declaration hung heavy in the air, a spark threatening to ignite another round of bloody chaos. The Shadow Weaver beside him shifted, her hand hovering near a hidden dagger beneath her cloak. He knew the uneasy truce was on a knife's edge. As if annoyed with all the stalling, another announcement boomed through the forest, shattering the fragile tension."[All enchanted weapons and armaments will be disabled and all spirit buffs will be rendered invalid.] [The Soul Grappling Fog will begin its shrink. If there are still more than 5 survivors within 5 minutes, all participants will be killed by the Fog.]"The soul grappling fog was referring to the black fog that covered the entire forest. Coming in contact with it