Just a small section dragged out, his blood was controlled by the enemy.
In terms of controlling blood, he would definitely be suppressed by the opponent.
Or to put it another way, apart from the Blood Race King, nobody could control blood better than the source of all this Blood Race power in front of him.
However, while he hadn’t reacted, pulling himself out of the attack range was enough.
Indeed, demons of roughly Level Six are weaker here than in the game.
For even using the Stone of Creation now won’t allow one to dive into this world with full status strength in one swoop.
Just as he had guessed.
If they could enter with full status strength, this demon wouldn’t be dilly-dallying outside for a week.
The moment it comes out, it would head straight for Gray Furnace Castle, using formidable power and its influence over the dwarves to turn them all into demon’s blood slaves.
Not doing so is because its power is insufficient, needing to wait outside and influence the dwarves.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough to accumulate strength to draw out the demon’s blood from the Castle Lord’s body.
Facing the battle inside the arena.
Everyone outside looked grim because everyone could see that, with just the first encounter, Kana was completely at a disadvantage.
This inevitably made everyone worry.
"Can you feel it? Human? Your companions outside are terrified, hahahaha, don’t die too suddenly."
The demon taunted with words.
"Only the weak use words as an attack. Do your brothers ever talk nonsense in battle?"
With knowledge of various bosses, Kana’s words always precisely hit each boss’s anger point.
He knew how to dance in the minefield, each word striking directly at the heart.
"Haha, I will extract your soul."
The demon’s voice became deep, ceasing the chatter, and charged at Kana once more.
Countless blood arrows covered the entire space, at the center stood the demon’s silhouette.
In an instant, Kana had no escape route.
Kana’s figure flickered, dodging the attack and facing the incoming blood arrows.
The demon halted, laughing, spreading its hand wide, and turned sharply in Kana’s direction with a fierce grab.
Just then, the demon’s expression shifted from laughter to confusion.
"You didn’t hit me." Kana appeared several meters away.
In front of him was a flat puppet about the size of two heads.
The puppet was completely pierced by several blood arrows, now shaking and emitting smoke and electric sparks.
This puppet was used for sweeping by Kana and ended up joining the battle, albeit as a mere shield.
"Under attack... Under attack!"
The puppet emitted a mechanical sound as Kana tossed it like a frisbee toward the demon’s location.
Facing the flying puppet, the demon’s hand clenched fiercely; blood arrows lodged in the puppet exploded instantly, blowing the frisbee apart.
Yet the puppet itself exploded the moment it was destroyed.
The explosion occurred just a meter away from the demon, the sudden impact flipping it back one or two meters.
The sweeping puppet bomb scored a perfect hit.
As he was about to rise, Kana sprang from the smoke and dust of the explosion ahead.
The silver sword in his hand pointed straight at the demon’s skull.
Upon seeing the blade, the demon’s eyes widened, desperately attempting to dodge.
The silver sword didn’t chop his head but was deflected, slicing into his left shoulder and carving downward.
The demon seized the moment, swinging the war axe in his hand for a lethal blow against Kana.
The instant of striking his enemy, Kana had already spun around.
Crossing dual swords, he blocked the axe’s attack, yet the demon’s furious strike forcefully slashed Kana away.
Rolling across the ground.
Unstable, Kana had no intention of standing up, opting to roll aside right away.
Sure enough, as soon as he rolled away, a war axe landed in the spot he had just left.
Only then did Kana spring up cautiously, jumping a few steps back, swinging the dual swords to slash away the incoming blood arrows.
In just a moment, they exchanged several rounds, dazzlingly fast.
The people outside watched, eyes glued, their breathing rising and falling with the battle.
"The gamble in combat?" The Master of Brewing murmured.
"Moments ago, the demon seized a gap and almost died there.
Subsequent combat ensures he won’t be as arrogant as before, his counterattack proves it."
The Castle Lord slowly commented, watching the battle.
Kana found a gap within the suppression, countered accordingly, and nearly took the enemy’s life.
This boosted the surrounding people’s confidence, preventing such pessimism as before.
The demon glared, visibly panting mildly.
He couldn’t help but glance at his left shoulder.
There’s a wound carved deep enough to expose the bone; had the sword struck his head or not been dodged, falling on his neck.
He would have died here.
Died in this small place, died in the hands of this inexplicable human, especially with such a weak body.
Utterly humiliating, it can’t be this way.
Apart from some filth and mess, he wasn’t hurt at all, not even a wound.