Chapter 234: Warm Up

It was the strangest feeling.

For lack of a better word, Tristan felt like he was plucked away from nothingness, turned into a point of light in an otherwise desolate void. Deep in his core, something was thrumming, he then started to sense his surroundings, just like the feeling when he used his Katra.

From what he could feel, he knew that he had returned to the center of Forlorn City, right in the middle of the crowds. He could sense his surroundings better than before. His range has improved, and his sensitivity has also been heightened.

He quickly realized that this happened due to his Katra improvement. After all, since the destruction of his body and absorbing the fragment of the blood elf's memory, he has advanced into stage four Katra.

A feeling similar to being cocooned was crawling all over his body. His mangled body, slowly but surely, is being reconstructed.

While his body took shape, it dawned on him that he had been reborn from a near-death experience a dozen times by now, and every time he rose from death, a piece of him was torn apart, to be replaced by something new. Especially this time when his whole body was replaced.

[Body Reconstruction completed]

He opened his eyes, and saw every pair of eyes were trained at him. Many were staring with a shocked expression, but others had to look away in disgust. Only one of them looked at him with pure amusement all over his face.

"Hahaha, amazing! You really are a worthy opponent, blood elf!"

Tristan decided to ignore him. He turned around and saw both Serene, who had the same shocked expression, and the half-dead Astrid. Afterwards, he stared at the center of the room, where a headless body with a dissected chest laid.

He stared in amazement as his own body, which was hanging on the pole, appeared to start melting slowly into chunks of flesh. He has a lot of questions in mind, but that can wait for now, as he has some people he needs to tend to. He turned back towards the prince, and the arrogant prince smirked.

"Did you enjoy that? Because I really want to see if it could be repeated again…" The prince said with a wicked smile.

At this moment, Tristan was free from any chains, and his body felt much more refreshed. Some of his muscles felt a little bit sore, but otherwise, every inch of his body trembled with excitement to fight.

Tristan started to raise his hand and moved his fingers, and the prince realized that Tristan currently was warming up for a fight

"Then, first things first, let's see whether your body has diminished or improved."

He called for two of his elder elves and asked them to initiate the fight. One was Dulos, the huge elven guy Tristan fought before, and the other was a very thin-looking elf with a lithe body and lean muscles. Even with a glance, Tristan knew that they were both blade dance specialists.

"Attack! Kill him!"

The prince ordered gleefully. For him, this was nothing but a game.

Meanwhile, Serene who witnessed it all could only shout in anger. "You fucking animal! The least you could do is give him a weapon!"

"No, no, no weapon."

The two elves charged at him. The other elf's movements were much faster than Dulos', but surprisingly, Tristan could still see and predict his next moves.

Swish!

The blades slashed empty air as Tristan dodged the strike with a series of simple side steps.

This time, it was Dulos, the huge elf, who decided to attack. The lumbering elf slashed horizontally with his long sword, each striking a wild and fast one despite his size. Again, just like fluttering feathers in the wind, Tristan dodged it with his nimble movements.

"You've improved, it is amazing!" Jonus shouted on the sidelines.

Tristan was honestly not too sure. Other than the improved senses from his Katra, he felt that he has the same physical strength as before. Curious, he decided to use his system to look at his current strength, only to see.

[Battle power: Undefined]

More questions, and no answers, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to do anything but focus on the two elves currently attacking him.

Swish!

Once more, he dodged their attacks easily, but dodges wouldn't be enough to win this fight. All of a sudden, he thought of something. It felt like a memory that has long been tucked into his mind rising in response to his distress.

Tristan lifted his hand up, and used his [Blood Synthetic]

A Pile of blood starts to form, hovering above his hand and slowly turns into the shape of a massive sword. It was a huge, sword-like claymore similar to the one he had before.

But, as soon as the weapon was formed, the two elves took a swing at him. The newly made weapon from his blood quickly disintegrated upon contact, separating into drops of blood and red mist that disappeared within a few seconds.

He jumped back, creating some distance between him and the two fighters, and concentrated again. Another huge 2-meters tall claymore made of blood appeared on his hand.

Knowing the two elves would attempt to jump at him again, Tristan focused on his weapon, trying to will it to appear faster. In response, the weapon trembled, before its decompressed and turning into a smaller size blade no more than one meter in length.

It turns into a simple long sword, with branch-like veins filled with glowing red liquid near its handle and an oddly soft but sturdy grip. Before Tristan could think of anything else, the enemy's blade came near to strike.

Clank!

The sound of the two weapons colliding echoed in the area, and everyone there was shocked, unable to believe that a newly-made weapon from his [Blood Synthesis] would be strong enough to hold against a tier-3 weapon.

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