The Fallen Vampire

Most people in Tayar will tell you that they have never seen two sovereign level cultivators fight.

After all, it just doesn't happen.

Surviving in Tayar requires that you be cautious and smart with your battles.

Most who have strength do not choose to fight someone so evenly close to them in power, and instead choose to suppress the weak to satisfy their lust for notoriety and superiority.

Therefore, each of the fallen here were mystified by the fact that they were watching two high level cultivators engage in true, open combat.

And they were going to take special care to burn this scene into their minds.

Taira ran across the surface of the water while twirling the heavy sickle in the air like a propellor.

Once it reached a sufficient speed and power, he hurled the weapon at Kyoen with enough power to capsize a sailboat.

Sneering inwardly, Kyoen refocused the spiny appendages jutting out of his back and tried to knock the incoming weapon aside.

However, one small miscalculation on his part cost him almost dearly.

Taira's weapon was much sharper than he had anticipated, and it cleanly cut through the metallic exoskeleton of the two limbs he'd raised to block it.

This should have been far from possible since he wasn't exactly made of plastic.

His body was comparable to a heavenly grade weapon, and things of that nature don't just break or get cut.

Unfortunately, because he stood around for so long in a state of bewilderment, he gave Taira the exact 0.7 seconds needed to close the distance between them.

Once Taira finally entered his personal bubble, a hard right knee sailed into Kyoen's nose and shattered it completely.

However, a little broken nose was nearly nothing to the heavenly demon by this point in his life.

Waving his fingers, nearly imperceptible lines of steel thread came fluttering from the tips of his claws.

Even at such a short range, Taira was able to react to the devastating attack with plenty of time to spare due to his accelerated processing speed.

His body suddenly exploded into a mass of red mist that was practically indistinguishable from normal smoke.

With a bloody nose, Kyoen whirled around looking for his opponent only for the search to be in vein.

"Hiding like the rat bastard you are... You should have staid dead and buried!"

With a mighty roar of frustration, Kyoen's aura came bursting out of his vessel like a dam.

The wind pressure alone disperse all of the red mist instantaneously, as well as caused the wind to blow more fiercely than a tornado.

Any fallen standing nearby to watch the conflict were effectively forced to use their own qi or arcane energy to protect themselves.

Twin scimitars with bright silver blades came flying into Kyoen's opened hands.

"The Cult Leader is getting serious!"

"He's using his family's sacred blades!"

"The traitor had a momentary spurt, but it's over now!"

"Right, those are transcendent weapons!"

The demons underneath Kyoen's command began to treat this like it was some sort of outdoor sporting event, and they became rather rowdy as they started to place their own bets and make unfavorable remarks.

Keran heard the familiar sound of knuckles cracking and she glanced over to her side.

Aveena was burning up with a dark, murderous energy that was encased most of the entirety of her body.

Bold red tattoos were starting to appear her body the angrier she got, and the veins within her powerful body were bulging to the point of explosion.

"...I guess...the plan will work a lot better if they are quiet. Shut them up, but don't kill them." Keran compromised.

"I make you no promises."

"Aveena-"

Lucia placed a consolatory hand on Keran's shoulder and shook her head silently.

'She's been a bit wound up lately, but she knows what the right thing to do is. Just let her have this.'

A complicated sigh shone in Keran's eyes and she reluctantly pulled her hand away from Aveena.

'But wound up why? She won't tell any of us what's been bothering her.'

'I don't know... but maybe if we let her do this, then she'll finally relax enough to open up.'

'And if she doesn't?'

'We'll lock her and our husband together in a seclusion room with rope and lots of lube.'

'Oh, okay.'

"I'LL BEAT ALL OF YOU BASTARDS TO DEATH!!"

With a deathly loud scream of her own, Aveena leapt high into the sky.

Like a meteor, she came catapulting into the ground near the rowdy demons and caused a not so small seismic event.

"W-What the hell?!"

"She's crazy!"

"Why is she attacking us!?"

Aveena dropped into a very distinctive stance with her feet spread a shoulder's width apart and her knees slightly bent.

"Demonic Agony Fist Art : Ruination's Apostle!"

The tattoos on Aveena's body expanded across her body more and more until practically all of her skin was red.

With her first step forward, she threw a solid, one inch punch at the demon closest to her.

However, this short, unimpressive attack nearly catapulted the demon struck by it out of his skin.

His body went flying like a kite with it's strings cut and he sailed hopelessly into tens of his fellow demons.

There was a dent in his chest, he was unconscious, and bleeding from the mouth, but he would survive.

And Aveena went on the warpath to ensure that the rest of the demons ended up in similar states.

Meanwhile, Kyoen's dark pupils trembled at the sight and name of an art he'd only seen recorded in his family's library.

"There's no way... How the hell could she find that?!"

"It was her wedding present."

Kyoen narrowly managed to duck in time to avoid having his head chopped off by a dangerously large scythe.

But because he only had a few short seconds to spare, he was not quite fast enough and ended up getting an impromptu haircut.

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, he lashed out with the schimitars in his grasp and lashed out at Taira's neck.

"Eight-Legged Demon Blade : Marionette Dance!"

A dull glow encompassed Kyoen's body before six additional phantom limbs formed from his back.

Each hand readily took one of the spare blades he'd had sheathed, creating a frightening picture of a warrior.

Using 'Marionette Dance', Kyoen had a much easier time keeping up with Taira's unorthodox movement speed.

The two of them exchanged blow after blow, with Taira showing very little exhaustion despite the fact that he had yet to use even a single art yet.

And it was beginning to frustrate Kyoen.

"Stop running bastard! Fight evenly or I'll kill you where you stand!"

Taira did not say anything and continued to defend himself while he kept his eyes focused on all of the shifting swords in Kyoen's grasp.

"Good treasures… I will take them once we are done here."

"You're deluded!"

"I'll present them to your sister when I ask her to marry me. I hope she likes them, even with your blood on them."

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"RRRAAAA!!!"

Cracks started to form on Kyoen's skin that produced a blinding glow underneath.

In the next moment his body sort of… exploded.

In the place where the former heavenly demon once stood, there was now a giant black spider over twenty meters tall.

"SKREEEEE!!!"

"Perhaps you're right… I should melt them down and make a ring for her."

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