I Will Survive Till The End: Blood Extermination Academy-Chapter 110: The Desperate Spectators!

Arc 2, Chapter 110—The Desperate Spectators!

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With the 2 ready to fight, the host raised his hands and the battle commenced.

Both Artilla and Hendrix looked calm, but their veins were fueled with adrenaline. And just like that, the battle had already raged for 7 minutes.

But to the fighters, it felt like it was barely a second ago when they started their little brawl..

Hendrix stood firm, with his elegant fountain pen gleaming ominously under the arena’s light.

With a calm precision, he drew a line on the ground.

"Stay," he muttered, his voice carrying an almost divine authority.

BOOM!

Artilla’s fan blades smashed into the invisible barrier Hendrix had conjured.

Sparks flew as her weapon met resistance, yet her lips curled into a wicked grin.

’Good, I expected this much.’ She inwardly muttered, feeling all senses in her body heighten.

It was fun to fight another strong man.

If anyone looked closely, they would see that she and Hendrix had smiles that stretched unnaturally. In their eyes, one could see pure unimaginable ecstasy.

Good.

Artilla’s eyes narrowed. ’I need an opening.’

After searching through Hendrix’s defense, she finally found and aimed for a weaker spot in the forcefield.

~BOOM!

Again, and again, she hammered and hammered. And with a final crackling sound, her fan sliced through, shattering the barrier like glass.

A hint of glee coasted her cheeks, but she knew she couldn’t stop now.

Artilla lunged forward with her whip, its venomous tip striking out like a serpent.

But suddenly—

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Hendrix also changed his momentum.

He countered defiantly, his Fountain Pen tracing glowing sigils in the air and the ground.

Each stroke seemed to summon an ethereal shield that absorbed Artilla’s relentless attacks.

But did you think that all Hendrix could do was scribble?

With a flourish, he spun his overgrown Fountain Pen in his hand and around his back, clashing it against Artilla’s fan and whip from time to time.

"Beautiful..." someone in the audience blurted.

Sparks flew, with the thunderous crackles from their weapons resounding out again and again for all to hear.

Their intelligence and strategic thinking made them a formidable duo worth remembering.

It was incredible that despite the ferocity of their duel, both moved with an almost supernatural grace, their forms gliding like phantoms in the night.

There was not even a scrunch in their eyebrows.

Their weapons collided again and again, each strike sending shockwaves rippling through the air.

Yet neither showed any sign of fatigue, with their expressions remained eerily serene.

However, things were about to change.

With a flick of Artilla’s wrist, the head of her whip split into three jagged bony arrowheads.

Don’t ask the audience why, but they felt these bony arrow heads might be stronger than enhanced steel.

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Whizz~

The air hummed with malice as the new bony head appendages writhed like living things.

But what about her folding fan?

Its rigid edges now softened and began to ripple like water, curving unpredictably with each swing.

"Oh?"

Hendrix raised an eyebrow. However, he too had a few tricks up his sleeves.

~Bam!

He slammed the tip of his fountain pen into the ground.

What followed was a low mechanical hum coming from within the fountain pen.

"What’s going on now?"

Right before everyone’s eyes, the Fountain Pen began to shift and rotate, its unique parts twisting till it looked far slender than before.

The suddenly—

Whoosh!

The top of the now slender Fountain pen unscrewed open, allowing the ink to flow and shoot out like fountain water, in 4 directions.

Pushing his glasses into his face unhurriedly, the corners of Hendri’s lips stretched even more unnaturally.

"Let’s dance, shall we?"

With the waterfall of ink seeping in 4 directions, Hendrix scribbled and danced elegantly as if performing some sort of aristocratic ritual.

And as the ink ran through the ground in all 4 directions, it seemed as though it possessed individual thoughts, chasing after Artilla as though wanting to devour her whole.

"What a versatile Shard."

The audience was magnetized.

"No wonder it’s a Pile 23 Shard."

"That is... This guy is just a Bloodren 10 now, and his shard has already shown so much versatility. Then what happens when he’s allowed to grow even stronger?"

"This... This..."

Scary.

Some secretly swore to never cross paths with Hendrix. No wonder someone as strong as Payne Ignier would choose to follow him loyally.

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BOOM!

An icy explosion erupted that left people confused.

After watching the horrific scene of Artilla getting surrounded and engulfed by the black ball of ink, they felt that this was the end for her.

But who would have expected that the inky ball of darkness would suddenly to turn into ice before shattering into a million pieces?

"Holy Mother of Farts!"

"This... This... INCREDIBLE!"

What just happened now? Many were still confused, but not for too long.

"Look closely!" Someone blurted from the crowd.

The bladed edges of Artilla’s fan now had an icy coating, showing she was able to channel frost from the fan.

As for her whip’s bony spear heads, they on the other hand, were now coughing pitifully.

But the thing to note here was that they were coughing sparks of blue fire that shocked the masses.

And then, the world fell silent.

Her fan could channel ice, and her whip could spit out blue fire.

Fire and ice... Fire and ice...

Didn’t... Didn’t this mean...

"Aura! Why? Why her?"

"This is just too much! So she’s not just a dual user, but an Aura Possessor too?"

The audience suddenly felt dizzy.

Dear heavens, why would you give so much talent to just one person? Can’t you leave some for them too?"

Know this: to be a shard user is what everyone can do. However... not everyone can awaken the aura hidden within each shard.

Why do you think they call Gaara the Red haired destroyer?

Sure, you might think it’s because he had red fiery hair and a large mane like a lion.

But another reason was because of his ability to channel FIRE, Red FIRE from his shard.

—And Artilla here, had the ability to channel Blue Fire and Blue Ice.

So how do you expect them to still remain calm?