Victor suddenly Stopped dodging, and then he twisted his body in an abnormal manner.
His feet seed as if they had literally climbed the air as if he walked on stairs, and then he went over Chucky's head. With a wave of his hand, Victor smacked him behind his head.
*POW!*
This slap made Chucky fall forward. However, that was not the intension of it. It was to let him know that the opportunity to cut of his nape had appeared but Victor choose not to kill him.
Chucky rolled on the ground, smashing into the stage.
Victor on the other hand, landed gracefully on the ground like a feather displaying its elegance before touching the surface of a pond.
Instantly, Agnes stood up from her seat. However, she was not the only one that was shocked by that move. Even Vinegar, Duncan, Clawed, and Elder Isiah were equal shocked by what they had just witnessed.
Any person that was knowledgeable enough knew that this technique that Victor had just displayed, was a technique that was far beyond is station.
"First, he did the Night Dance, and now, he can Moon walk?" Agnes blurted out in the words in her heart.
Although Vinegar tried to maintain a much calr deanor, she was also equally surprised by such an incredible achievent.
The Night Dance was younger, but moon walking was a technique that many could only perform with the help of cosmic energy.
In other words, only those from the Deep demon realm and above should practically be capable of using it.
The thought alone was mind Blogging and it made them all wonder if this was the sa boy of just fourteen or an old monster.
Agnes's mind spun fast as she thought of different possibilities that could be attributed to the boy's incredible skill.
However, nothing ca to mind. Nothing except lenny's existence. After all, Lenny was a Reminant. he had also displayed very fascinating techniques since his appearance. It was possible that he was the reason for this.
At the sa ti, it did not make sense that Lenny could teach such a high rank technique. Even if he could, then Victor should be able to touch upon Cosmic energy. However, that too was impossible without the presence of a Core.
And nobody in the Lesser Demon rank had ever gotten a core.
While Agnes was cracking her brain thinking hard at the impossibility she had just seen, Clawed on the other hand, being a fan of human history and culture, rembered reading about such a technique in ancient texts.
However, this technique was essentially one that only those old masters that had trained for many years could perform. The sheer amount of discipline and skill, not to ntion detail to attention that it took for one to be able to use magic in such a way was incredible.
Once again, another skill that the Victor had inherited from the unlucky fellows on the wall that day.
Victor faced Chucky, "i am sure you understand what would have happened the most. If I wanted it to happen, I would have already destroyed your neck. let the match end here. Raise your hand and forfeit the match!"
Those words, instead of calming the fire in his heart, it made it boil like never before. After all, Victor was a person that everyone always looked down upon. Seeing that it was the person normally known as trash that was looking down on him, it infuriated Chucky even more.
"Don't fucking look at like THAT!!!" He scread as he waved his hands maliciously at Victor.
However, Victor simple took several steps back, his eyes still holding the focus and calm deanor that they did from the beginning of the match.
This frustrated Chucky and he could not hold his anger anymore.
Instantly, he transford into his Wereform. His body grew several tis in size, into the Wereform with white fur that was usually known of the Giant Shadow Werewolves.
The mont he transford, the crowd in the Arena went wild with joy and support. After all, this was a battle for the Clan, but this was the first ti that anyone had transford on the battlefield.
Chucky's size increased many tis, his form bold and commanding.
"Hehehe!!!" he chuckled, "you may have skill brother, but this is what it actually ans to be a Werewolf of the Giant Shadow Werewolves. It is a Privilege that trash like you will never understand or enjoy. Do you know why?.... Its because at heart, you are still a coward, and I am going to devour you like that beast of the waste land took your whore mother!"
Those words were the spark that suddenly ignited a storm in Victor's heart.
All the while, he had been looking at Chucky softly, but not any more.
"If I don't use you as an example, Our people will not know that I am my mother's son!"
Instead of advancing backwards, Victor suddenly kicked forward.
In the midst of the battle, Victor, felt the primal surge of his inner beast boil.
His human form trembled, unable to contain the unstoppable force building within him. With a roar that echoed through the Forest around them, he embraced the transformation, his muscles rippling and bones shifting beneath his skin.
As his human clothes tore apart like paper, Victor's body underwent a breathtaking tamorphosis.
Red fur erupted from his skin like flas, casting an eerie glow upon the surroundings.
His once-human eyes glowed with a fierce, otherworldly light, reflecting the depth of the beast within. His claws, sharp as obsidian, extended with a nacing grace, ready to rend anything in his path.
In this fearso form, Victor launched himself at Chucky, whose werewolf shape, clad in signature white fur, snarled in response.
Chucky, like most of the crowd of the Arena, where left in shock at this. One of whom was left absolutely speechless, was none other than Curtin. He had assud that Victor's fate was sealed the mont that Chucky transford, after all, Victor could not shift form. But what he saw left his mouth opened in absolute shock.
"Red!? is that even a Werewolf?" Elder Zod subconsciously muttered.
Victor rushed for his opponent with his long claws. Chucky, taken by surprise at first quickly got himself together as he also lunged forth for the battle.
The clash of titans shook the very earth beneath them, the stage trembling with the impact of their ferocious blows.
The sound of their growls reverberated like thunder, a cacophony so incredible that even the mutated beasts lurking in the shadows of the forest fled in terror, sensing the overwhelming power unleashed upon the arena.
Victor and Chucky circled each other, their movents fluid and predatory. With each strike, the air crackled with the raw energy of their clash, leaving trails of charged particles in their wake.
The sheer force of their blows created shockwaves. The arena itself seed to groan beneath the weight of their battle, the ground quivering as if struggling to withstand the imnse power surging through it.
They were only of the Lesser demon strength and their battle produced such intensity. The bloodline quality of the Giant Shadow Werewolves was clear to see.
Despite Chucky's formidable werewolf form, Victor moved with a preternatural grace. Every move, every strike, seed to be anticipated with an uncanny precision, as if he could foresee Chucky's every action before it even occurred.
His attacks landed with devastating accuracy, leaving Chucky staggering and disoriented.
In a flurry of fur and claws, Victor overpowered Chucky almost effortlessly. Each movent was a testant to his mastery over his wolfen nature, a symphony of strength and strategy.
The arena bore witness to a battle of legendary proportions, a clash between two werewolves that shook the very foundations of the dystopian world.
In the end, it was Victor who erged victorious, his red-furred form standing tall amidst the wreckage of their battle. His eyes glowed with an intense determination, a silent reminder to all who witnessed his triumph—the undeniable prowess of the werewolf with flas in his fur, a force to be reckoned with, an unstoppable blaze.
With one more strike that sent Chucky flying a distance away, Victor smacked him with his claws.
Chucky, now stood battered and broken in the aftermath of the relentless battle. His once-pristine white fur was marred by streaks of crimson, the vivid hue of his own blood stark against the purity of his coat. Deep claw marks crisscrossed his body, telling the tale of the brutal onslaught he had endured.
His limbs trembled with exhaustion, his once-mighty muscles now reduced to aching, quivering masses. Every movent sent jolts of pain through his body, a constant reminder of the ferocity of his opponent. The lights around glinted off the sticky residue of his own blood, painting a grueso tableau of his defeat.
Chucky's breathing ca in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His eyes, once fierce with determination, now held a glimr of defeat, a shadow of the fierce spirit that had driven him into battle. The fierce growls that had echoed through the arena were replaced by weak, pained whimpers, a pitiful sound in the wake of his defeat.
His ears, once alert and pricked, now drooped with weariness, and his tail, once held high in confidence, now hung limp and defeated. The wounds on his body throbbed with every heartbeat, a constant reminder of the power of his opponent, a werewolf whose red fur had beco synonymous with dread.
As he stood there, battered and defeated, Chucky's form seed to embody the very essence of resilience. Despite the agony etched across his face, there was a flicker of determination in his eyes, a glint of unyielding spirit that refused to be extinguished. He might have been beaten, but the fire within him still burned, a testant to his unwavering resolve.
"Give up!" Victor ordered in a commanding tone.
Chucky breathed heavily. However, his eyes were still alive with his crazy spirit, "never!"
His paw suddenly opened and Victor saw a bunch of red pills within them.
Anyone that was anybody knew what these were. There were devil pills.
Instantly, Chucky with a crazy laughter threw all three of them into his mouth...
(Author's note: Chapter was released late, so I made it a very long one)
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