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Bloodhound's Fury

With a scornful sneer, Bloodhound effortlessly shattered the chains binding his wrists and legs. The iron links yielded under his brute force, snapping like brittle twigs. The potency of being a blood mage granted Xander an incredible physical prowess and raw strength.

To Bloodhound, both the mage hunters and the assassins who feigned rescue were mere prey. The confused mage hunters were torn between targeting Xander and the assassins, whom they mistook for Xander's allies due to the chaos.

Under the mounting pressure, their attention shifted to Keeran, who lay dazed against a tree after receiving a blow from Xander's mighty fist.

"Time to feast," Bloodhound roared, his voice dripping with predatory anticipation. He lunged at the nearest blue-armored soldier, his punch effortlessly piercing through the soldier's metal armor, leaving a gaping wound.

"What in the world is happening?" The duke's voice trembled with shock and horror as he witnessed Xander's transformation.

"Did he just...
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