After his victorious face-off with Elias, Val sensed a great amount of hostility directed towards him.
'Who got butthurt by my victory?'
Slowly, he turned, his gaze seeking out the source.
Three figures were sauntering towards him, their arrogant deanor echoing their lofty status within the Whitemore family.
Val's eyes narrowed as he recognized them – Gabriel, Lucius, and Cyrus, the infamous triplets of the Whitemore family.
Each one was a mirror image of the other, their androgynous features making them almost ethereal in their beauty. They could easily be mistaken for girls, if not for the harsh expressions and nacing eyes that reflected nothing feminine.
"Val, you were too heavy-handed."
"You're really cruel. You could have easily ended the fight but you just had to disfigure him."
"You've overstepped your bounds!"
The triplets admonished Val in unison.
The way they bore down on him was a clear sign of their intentions. They hadn't co to exchange pleasantries with Val. They were here to teach him a lesson.
He also didn't give them any face. His gaze raked over them rudely as he retorted, "he spat out, "Funny, I don't recall hearing any of you step up to defend my honor when Elias was dragging it through the mud. At that ti, were you all too occupied with sucking each other off to utter a single word in my favor?"
His words were barbed, designed to provoke, and they struck the trio like a thunderbolt, their faces reddening in a mixture of rage and mortification.
Lucius, usually calm and collected, unsheathed his sword from its scabbard with a violent swipe. He shouted at the handso young man opposite him, "Enough, Val! You've gone too far!"
His voice reverberated like a clap of thunder.
Val retorted swiftly, "Isn't that what they always say when the truth becos too bitter to swallow? It seems the rumors about you three have more than a grain of truth."
The rumors painted them as perverted devils with unnatural sexualities. Of course, it was a lie spread by their haters. But because they looked feminine, many thought otherwise. It was their sore point and anyone that dared to speak about this matter in their presence was beaten up.
Incensed, Gabriel gave the command. "Get him!"
Val, however, looked anything but threatened. With a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, Val baited, "Sure, co at . Even I want to see the renowned unity and strength of the Whitemore Triplets in action."
As he spoke, Val activated his Blood Rush Skill, and his speed doubled instantly. The world around him seed to decelerate. The triplets were swift like wind, but they seed to be moving at a sluggish pace in his eyes.
The triplets launched themselves towards Val, their swords raised and their movents synchronized. To the spectators, the triplets might've resembled tigers pouncing on their prey, but to Val, they were as threatening as garden snails.
Whoosh!
Their swords cut through the air, aiming for him, but with minimum effort and impeccable timing, Val nimbly sidestepped their attacks, dodging each of their attacks by a hair's breadth.
His actions were a stark demonstration of the disparity in their skills. There existed at least a chasm between them, and without crossing it, the triplet had no chance of landing a blow on him, much less winning against him!
The triplets raged as they felt that he was making a mockery of them.
"How dare you make fun of us!!"
"I dare. What can you do about it?"
The triplets, renowned in the Whitemore family for their unity and skill, seethed in frustration.
The humiliation was evident in their heated glares and gritted teeth and their actions as they escalated their onslaught. They were desperate to salvage their pride, to land at least one strike on their agile adversary.
Yet, every swing of their swords t only air, every lunge was a mont too late.
Their combined efforts proved to be utterly fruitless against Val's nimbleness!
Val, watching their futile attempts, could only shake his head in disappointnt.
So, this is the best you've got? Honestly, I am disappointed," Val's words dripped with disdain, adding fuel to the triplets' rage. The expressions on their faces, contorted with exertion and fury, twisted even further.
"Big talk, Val, but all you've shown is how well you can dodge, just like a rat!" Cyrus spat, his eyes gleaming with resentnt. "We bet you can't even land a single blow!"
Val chuckled, his gaze full of amusent and a touch of condescension. "Well, it seems you've misunderstood. I've been rely been playing with you, gauging your abilities to compare it with my own. After all, one needs to know where they stand, right?"
His smirk widened as he continued, "However, I've seen enough. I now know where I stand, and it's a peak you won't reach anyti soon. It's about ti I put an end to this charade, just like I did with Elias."
He didn't give them a chance to respond.
Springing into action, he covered the distance between himself and Gabriel in a blink. His fist landed a powerful punch square on Gabriel's face, breaking teeth and sending him spinning in the air.
Before Lucius could react to his brother's plight, Val turned on him. A swift, precise kick to Lucius's chest catapulted him backward. He was like a rocket as he was off lifted off his feet and flew backward, breaking through several trees lining the training ground and losing consciousness.
Finally, Val turned to Cyrus, who was rushing at him with his fist outstretched.
With perfect timing, Val t Cyrus's punch with his own.
Crack~
Argh!
The echo of the crunching bones reverberated in the silent training ground, followed by Cyrus's ear-piercing scream of agony.
The crowd watched in shocked silence as Val single-handedly defeated the Whitemore Triplets. If they harbored any doubts about him being a Bloodline User before, they were obliterated now.
Not to ntion, they doubted if he was just a level 1 Bloodline User. After all, he had defeated three level 1 Bloodline Users simultaneously with ease!
They were convinced that either the bloodline skill he had awakened is crazily strong or he is a level 2 bloodline user!
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