"I must endure, not much left! I will endure!"
While reds mixed into the white of his hair were striking the eye on his entire body, Alis had wrapped his hands tightly around the hilts of his two katanas.
There were still three people across him, and while his opponent on the ground turned into energy and mixed into the formation, one among them stepped forward.
"Your opponent is me, get ready!"
Alis looked with tired eyes at the woman carrying a spear as tall as herself; the opponent carrying a weapon far beyond her own physique was making him uneasy.
Contrasts would leave such an effect on a person; the woman possessing a delicate physique swinging her disproportionate weapon like the wind was exactly such a situation too.
Stepping hard on the ground, Alis flew back; the spear plunging into the place where he stood a moment ago created a small pit.
This was an opening at the same time; the white-haired young man leaped forward with the same speed, but things didn't happen as he calculated. The opponent, leaving the end of the spear she held in her hand, kicked its shaft hard; passing over the part fixed to the ground, the spear headed towards Alis in the air.
He defended himself crossing his two katanas in front of him; when he collided with the accelerating spear, he saw this wouldn't be enough.
Due to the nature of weapons, the spear surpassed the katana in pure power, and it wasn't possible to defeat it only by making a defense.
When he got up from where he fell with this belief, a shadow appeared above his head; the woman with the spear had no intention to give him quarter. She was attacking ceaselessly; Alis couldn't find time to lift his head and retaliate.
"I know these moves; so this is the spear version of the technique the Wind of Death applied!"
Tiny White finally understood what he was facing; although the weapon was surrounded by blood energy, the integrity of the movement was taken from the technique Nora gave to Alyon's daughter.
After the enlightenment he experienced, he started running away entering into tiny white rabbit mode in an instant; although it didn't work regarding war, it worked very well in this regard.
"You can't escape by running, come and fight!"
Cutting her movements halfway, the woman warrior plunged her weapon hard into the ground; she was calling out to her opponent fleeing a hundred steps away.
Alis took human shape again; he would respond to words smelling of provocation.
"I have no intention like running away; I am thinking how I will kill you!"
The white-haired young man started approaching step by step; he had taken one of his katanas into his inter-spatial tag.
"You couldn't cope with two weapons, did you lose your marbles?"
Raising her spear into the air, the woman started running; meanwhile, she was continuing to taunt.
"Don't worry, this is more than enough for you!"
Alis answered at the same arrogance level; catching his weapon with his single hand, he continued walking with his other hand free.
The woman warrior raised her spear and swung from above; in response to this, Alis waited calmly. Alis, not moving until the cutting tip of the spear entered the katana's range, then swung his right hand forward like lightning.
The sound of metal hitting metal rang in ears; the blunt flat end of the katana hit the broad part of the spear's cutting place.
While the woman warrior was preparing for the next move bending her body depending on the spear's movement, her balance was disrupted as a result of this counter blow. When her two arms passed to a strange stance, a sign of panic appeared on her face for the first time; swinging her kick, she moved her opponent away from herself.
Although her plan was spoiled, the warrior with the spear didn't give up; she performed a thrusting movement targeting directly the chest part. While grasping with her left hand from the front and right hand from the back, she swung her weapon; Alis's answer became the same as the one a moment ago.
He responded by hitting the side part of the weapon coming onto him without turning his body; a mischievous smile appeared on the woman's face as if she was expecting this move.
The veins of her right hand grasping from the back part of the spear became distinct; stopping the weapon swinging towards the left, she took action for a swing from the side.
Alis was still where he was; while waiting for the blow coming towards his waist, he leaped forward suddenly. His enemy's left hand had become empty, and her right hand was straightening the swinging weapon again. In this short time, her torso was defenseless; Alis's target became here too.
It wasn't possible for the woman warrior to stop the swing; anyway, it was very difficult for her to restrain herself again in the return of a counter movement.
Although she wanted to repel the incoming attack by swinging a kick, she wouldn't be successful; the katana descending from the air plunged into her kneecap. Two opponents remained weaponless; thereupon the woman warrior threw her weapon and swung her fist, Alis's answer to this was interesting.
He took out his katana he took into his inter-spatial storage and plunging it into the enemy's throat by cutting the incoming fist. The woman's eyes were looking with disbelief; she wanted to utter a word or two but couldn't speak due to the weapon in her throat.
Alis, taking his katana stuck in the enemy's knee, exhaled a deep breath; the struggle had been quite challenging.
"Whore, you couldn't stand behind the word you uttered!"
The one with thick eyebrows among the duo shouted harshly; he showed his anger while entering the battlefield.
"Whore? Given word? In which world are you living, this is a battlefield!"
The white-haired young man spoke laughing; tones of belittlement were striking the eye in his voice. He wasn't unjustified either; while possessing unique techniques besides using blood energy, expecting ethical behavior from an opponent lacking these was nonsense in itself.
Alis was trying to cope with this difficulty level; his other friends were at the last obstacle in front of passing the first stage.
"Bow and arrow, encountering me is a great misfortune for you!"
The weapon of the last opponent within ten people was a bow; together with Nora, they had passed to two separate ends and were trying to hunt each other.
The moment business got serious after passing warm-up tours slowly, Nora would start spilling the beans too.
Actually, she could have done these from the very beginning, but another thought was turning in the Blood God's mind.
"How can a Sect possessing such students fall into such a helpless situation in a hundred years. What happened to these people, where did they go?"
The first answer was that they were killed; the second, they could have left the influence whose power decreased and joined the enemy. Nora was busy with these and similar questions, but her momentary state was showing she got bored of this stage.
After a few tours, the difference between weapons came to light and determined the result; the bow coming out of Abarran's hand was finishing the job.
"I must solve this mystery; where are so many trained disciples?"
While Nora was interested in the big picture, the Young Count was continuing his march against arrows accompanied by the Blood Armor wrapping his body. Count Jashua wasn't retaliating; the archer was shooting his arrows, he was continuing to walk.
Finally, when this order came to an end, the large-built young man appeared one step ahead of the enemy; his opponent had left his weapon and was looking at him too.
"As long as the Sect possesses disciples possessing this ability, my mind is at peace!"
Before the blow landing on his head, the archer spoke smiling; as he stated in his words, that his mind was at peace reflected on his face.
While two people in the continuing three formations were preparing to step into the second stage of the Sixth Circle, there were multiple holes in the body of the last remaining person.
Alis, removing the arrow stuck in his chest, proceeded limping; this movement of his looked heroic but the enemy's answer became an arrow sticking into his right calf.
"Your courage and cunning are high level but it is very sad that you don't possess any blood technique!"
These became the last words Alis heard; while falling to the ground, he was opening his eyes he closed in the test area of the Holy Blood Sect.