Warlock of War: My Ares System

As he was in this defensive position, I made him freeze for just a moment before I grabbed the end of my spear and twirled it around, cracking him in the ribs, only barely making a bruise and a small cut.

"What the fuck are you," I lightly chuckled under my breath, taking a few quick steps back to avoid the massive sword now being wildly swung towards me.

He had an all-out attack backed by the almost impenetrable skin that I had, which must've been a passive skill since he shouldn't have been able to use a skill.

"I'm your worst nightmare! AHAHAAHAHAHAAHA!" He smiled viciously.

"Gross…" I muttered, deflecting his greatsword to the side by using his own sideways momentum and then dashing in, covering my spear with all of its buffs.

The tip of my spear flashed a dark red from all the buffs, forcing the man, whose horns were probably as long as mine, to react.

He reeled his hand, hoping to block the attack, but I spun my spear around by the handle and stabbed it into his opposite side.

This time, it pierced the flesh, drawing a great amount of blood, but since my strike was sloppy and slow, the man had caught it with his muscles.

They squeezed down on the metal, threatening to break it with every ounce of his strength as his hands came upwards, coated in a buff that it made it seem like two pairs of jaws had appeared around his fists.

"RAAAAAAAH!"

I decided to just ditch my blade and back up, narrowly dodging the slam that had created a whole fucking crater in the middle of this seemingly indestructible arena.

His smile was immense as I attempted to call back my blade, yet to no surprise, the man continued to squeeze his abdominal muscles, locking and clamping the blade into place, wedging it even further into his body.

"KAHAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOW, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO, LITTLE FLY!? NOW THAT YOU HAVE NOTHING TO PROTECT YOURSELF WITH, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO USE!?" He smiled, but everything was already falling into place.

"This is why I hate stupid people," I grinned before cracking open my lips and saying, "[Relax]~,"

The man's body suddenly relaxed, causing my spear to drop slightly, but instead of pulling it forward, I whipped my arm to the side, causing the spear to swing horizontally, slicing the man through his torso.

"I can only retract it, so this will have to do," I smiled while twirling the thin strings of blood connecting me to my spear. "I'd prefer not to beat up a child, though,"

The man began to scream with agony but didn't die just yet as his will and pain tolerance prevented him from dying from shock.

Though blood loss will eventually take him… but that's not enough… it wasn't brutal enough to fulfill the conditions of the side quest.

"[Vampiric Drain]," I muttered with a dry cough as the previous order was quite taxing on my body since the man was way too strong to have an easy way into the depths of his muscles.

From my fingers sprouted a few long tendrils made from the blood, which snapped outward, digging themselves into the flesh of the man's lower body.

They began to pump and pump and pump towards the leg until the pumping began to move backward, draining all of the blood from the man's lower body.

Now, it was completely irreversible, and reattachment was meekly wishful thinking.

"Alright, good enough," I muttered before whipping the tendrils away, revealing razor-sharp circular teeth that then latched onto the slowly withering upper torso from which the man had just been barely clinging to his life.

I felt a few predatory eyes land on me, just displaying how this guy was probably an asset to somebody already… meaning everybody in the upper ranks had supporters.

Whether that is to pump more money out of the entertainment or hopefully use them as a strong asset upon setting them free.

"That's right… I want all your deals to come to me," I smiled before the man began to scream in agony as the teeth dug into his flesh.

The pumping motion almost seemed to bloat him a bit before sucking out every drop of blood in his body, leaving absolutely nothing left for these tendrils to suck on.

For a moment, they glanced at me, and I felt their famished eyes think for just a moment before returning to my fingers and avoiding my cold eyes.

"ANNNNNNNND THE WINNER IS! THE NEW REIGNING KING OF BLOODDDDDDD!"

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[You have completed the Side Quest: Colosseum Match Four]

[Reward has been granted]

[The next Side Quest will be revealed once ready]

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People began to chant my name, but the title I had been granted was something I seriously did not want to hear… especially after my previous encounter with the real king of blood.

"KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD! KING OF BLOOD!"

It didn't feel good at all.

…

The next day, I woke up feeling completely battered and bruised, so when I went to go and take a look at my injuries, I realized there was some severe damage done to my muscles and bones.

Somehow, he had fractured some of my bones, and I only just realized now since the adrenaline finally wore off.

In addition, there were massive bruises, mainly stretching across my torso, meaning this could only be one thing…

"That was entirely luck… if it wasn't for his personality, I would've lost for sure… shit…." I groaned, slowly standing up with the help of the bars so as not to make my wounds worse. "Guards! Lemme get some medical attentuion! Guards?!"

No response… and then a pale white woman stepped from out of the corner down the hall.