Chapter 21 - A Straight-Up Masochist

Devlin resummoned his phantoms and resumed his earlier question, "Is there anyway I can test my strength here?"

At this moment, Selena had already decided to observe Devlin's actions for now before making a decision.

"Of course, I was just planning on testing mine as well. Let's go together." She said with a mysterious smile.

They headed out of Crimson Palace #10 and noticed many staring at them Devlin weirdly. Everyone knew Selena already had a fiancé, but the man that was accompanying her was not him. It aroused many suspicions, but none had the courage to gossip about it unless they'd rather have their head detached from their body. The only one clueless was Devlin.

Eventually they reached the big dome building in the middle. It's name was the Crimson Dojo. It's inside was packed to the brim with people. There were many sparring, some looking for skills and techniques to learn as an outer sect disciples, while others were hoping to test their newfound strength. Devlin was part of the latter.

He walked to a wide room with floors and walls made of a dark red metal. The room bȧrėly had any decorations, only a few shimmering gold pillars in the center with a short line in front of them. Occasionally someone would hit the pillar and a voice could be heard from it.

"350kg"

"460kg"

"560kg"

Usually a Blood Knight would stay in between five hundred to a thousand kilograms. Only Blood Lords had the strength to possess over a thousand kilograms.

Devlin's adrenaline was pumping from watching the thundering punches being thrown every few minutes. This was much different from military training. Instead of performing the usual routines, this was more of a test of brute strength.

"What'd you say cue ball?!"

It was almost Devlin's turn when he heard two senior disciples arguing over who was stronger, one of them was a bald muscle head with a black dragon tattoo head. He had a clean white robe on and bushy eyebrows.

The person opposite of him had dark-green hair and a ċȯċky grin displayed across his face. From his appearance, he was literally the definition of a philanderer. Both of them were candidates from last year and were already peak Blood Knights that were just a margin close to breaking through to Blood Lord.

The bald muscle head looked easygoing as he calmly replied, "Do I need to repeat myself to you dipshit. Guess you really can't fix stupidity otherwise you'd be smart by now after having all those affairs with the Queen of Rose!"

Every disciples jaw hung to floor by this revealing. What kind of squabble is this?!

"Bitch, you better watch your mouth. If I recall you visited the Queen of Rose recently as well. Too bad she only wants a talented philanderer in her life." The philanderer said with a narcissistic expression.

A vein popped up on the bald muscle head as rebuked, "Who gives a shit about some skanky sŀut!"

"Skanky sŀut, eh"

A red-silhouette could be seen approaching into the room. She had crescent eyebrows that could cut the sky and thick lips, stained with purple. She casually walked beside the philanderer and said, "It's rather disappointing to hear that from my ex-fiancé, Nate. Nonetheless, I understand your a little bit worried on whether I can fulfill my sėxuȧŀ needs; however, I ȧssure you my little philanderer can easily do the job." As she said this last sentence, she slid her hand in the philanderers pants, stroking it back and forth.

Devlin was utterly shocked by how open this woman was. Did she not know the phrase "get a room"!? Selena's entire frame was disgusted by this woman's shamelessness.

"Can you three annoying flies argue somewhere else?"

When everybody looked towards the source behind the voice they rolled their eyes.

Devlin was beginning to lose his fighting-spirit after standing here for so long. He didn't have time to waste listening to a lovers quarrel. Although he could tell these three were definitely strong, the pressure they emitted was slightly lower than Selena. If worst came to worst, Selena and him could team up and take them down.

"Kid, Scram, I don't have time listening to your whining." The bald muscle head, Nate, was already frustrated by the sight of his ex-fiancé showing such a shameful scene, yet he also had to deal with a immature brat.

"Kid? If you bend down and call me father I'll forget the earlier remark."

Devlin mindset was already of a 50 year old man, twice Nate's age. Usually he would ignore this, but he was itching for a fight so might as well as use this for momentum.

"Boy, I already told you once nicely, but there's no next time." As Nate said, he leaped through the air leaving behind a large gust of wind. Those in the way flew back, hoping to watch from a distance. A ten meter celestial phantom soared behind him with a name, Golden Titan King.

"Golden Titan Fist" Nate roared as his entire right arm transformed into solid gold. This fist was able to get him 950kg the last time he tested himself, 3 months ago.

Devlin knew he couldn't underestimate his opponent but he wanted to test something out so he clenched his fist and used all his current strength. As both fists collided, Devlin flew back 5 meters while Nate only flew back one meter. Devlin's knuckles were broken from the body skill Nate used.

From this collision, Devlin found out his body strength reduced by 25% without the reinforcement of chi from using his phantom and his immortal skill could actually heal at the same rate as usual without summoning Anubis.

This was the biggest difference between having a phantom and not. Phantoms contain chi but it's only possible to use chi if you release them. It seemed the only exception was his Immortal Anubis phantom. This was also the reasoning behind why they had rankings between phantoms in this world. A Celestial and Deity Phantom had a huge contrast because of the quality of chi they absorbed. This quality of chi also helped cultivators reached higher heights, which is why mortal phantoms are known to be rather useless against others.

If people were to find out Devlin was dissatisfied by the results, they would slap him silly. A Blood Knight 1-Star nearly fought equal with a Peak Blood Knight 3-Star.

Actually if you eliminate the skill Nate used as well as Devlin not summoning his phantom, you would realize he actually overpowered him.

Finally Devlin began to get serious and summoned his Gatekeeper Cerberus. The only difference was it only had one head like it's original awaken. Before he left Crimson Palace, Selena taught him a way to hide the two heads on the end.

Everyone took a deep breath once they saw the Hells bane curse on top the Cerberus.

Devlin's heart raced as this was totally different from his battle with the Bamboo Pan-Li. He pushed off the ground instantly and headed straight for Nate. A flurry of fists were sent in between the two.

Nate was in disbelief as he struggled to overpower Devlin. A cold gust surrounded them and Nates body displayed his "Chilling Wind Steps" technique, drastically improving his speed.

Devlin had a harder and harder time keeping up with Nate and eventually he could only cross his arms blocking the gut-wrenching punches. His entire body felt like it was being rammed by a train. His bones were constantly cracking and mending. If it wasn't for the Immortal skill, he would have possibly been crippled by now.

Devlin's methods from Earth were useless in this predicament and he couldn't use the Twin Astral Phasers, since they were his secret trump card. This meant he had only one other option. Burst Breath. He had no clue how strong it was but this was his only hope.

Abruptly, he sensed his body reinforcing himself. The pressure he was dealing with continuously decreased by an extremely small margin. It took awhile before he finally noticed the fortification due to the slow buildup rate. The battle had only lasted for five minutes and it seemed his body's toughened had increased the same amount as using half of a grade-1 Blood Crystal. This discovery made his nerves twitch. Not only was the Immortal Skill an outstanding regeneration technique but it also was perfect for body cultivating.

He already had his suspicions about it from last nights torture, but it's rate was way too slow to be of help to him. His conclusion from this was the speed and damage applied increased the body's growth rate.

'Hahahaha No Pain No Gain!!!'

Devlin capitalized the most from this phrase, as he quietly endured to relentless attacks.

The Queen of Rose and the philanderer, both had a ridicule smile watching the two fools fight over a needless battle. They were stunned by Devlin's combat prowess at first, but gradually relaxed when the current situation concurred. Other than them, Selena's nails dug into her skin as she had a furious expression. She was about to rush in to help, when she noticed the sly grin Devlin had.

"He's actually enjoying it!?' Selena eyes widened. She couldn't help but recall last nights frustration, and murmured, "Is he actually a straight up mȧsȯċhɨst? Just the thought sickened her. She actually let this pervert live with her.