Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 375  A Really Good Show

As the tumult of war raged on, Mani found a moment of precarious solitude on the battered earth. The Mirror Egg, cradled between his legs, had become a nexus of his own life force. His sacrifice to it was etched deeply into his skin, with cracks that wove across his flesh, glowing with an ethereal light of blue and red. These fissures spread like the intricate roots of an ancient tree, a testament to the immense power he had channeled into the artifact at the price of his own blood and soul. Despite appearing on the brink of physical collapse, Mani's resolve did not waver; his spirit, unbroken.

Unbeknownst to him, danger approached from behind—a man cloaked in white, moving with the silent intent of a predator. The man's weapon, poised to deliver a fatal blow, glinted coldly in the dim light. "Forgive me, boy, but the goals of the priestess are far more important than the life of her son," he whispered, a hint of regret in his voice overshadowed by his grim resolve.

But in an instant that seemed suspended in time, Mani reacted with a warrior's instinct. With a swift movement, he spun around, his hand shooting out to catch the assailant's wrist in an iron grip. The air around them charged with tension, as Mani's eyes ignited with the vibrant purple of his aura, casting an otherworldly glow that illuminated the darkness.

"You fool!" Mani's voice rumbled, resonant and deep, carrying the ferocity of a beast awakened. The power that coursed through him was palpable, a stark warning of the strength he possessed—a strength that went beyond the physical, rooted in the depths of his spirit and the untold potential of the aura that flowed within him.

The standoff, a mere heartbeat in the grand tapestry of the battle, held the weight of untold consequences. In Mani's defiance, there was a promise of retribution and a glimpse of the formidable force he had become. The would-be assassin found himself caught in the grasp of not just the priestess's son but a warrior in his own right, whose path was intertwined with the fate of the Mirror Egg and the unfolding destiny of the war.

The man in white, a cultivator of bronze rank, felt his confidence shatter as Mani's unyielding grip held him fast. It defied all logic and expectation; the disparity in their ranks should have guaranteed his superiority. Yet, the reality unfolding before him painted a starkly different picture.

Desperation took hold, and in a frantic bid for freedom, the man lashed out with his blade, repeatedly stabbing at Mani. Each thrust, fueled by panic, found its mark on Mani's body, even grazing his neck with a perilous cut. But astonishingly, these wounds seemed to have no effect on Mani. No cry of pain escaped his lips, nor did his ironclad grip waver.

Then, in a moment that seemed to suspend time itself, Mani's lips parted, not in a grimace of pain, but to utter the incantation of a formidable technique:

*"Blooded Aura Technique: Bloom of the Red Flower."*

As the words left Mani's mouth, a dramatic transformation occurred. A surge of red-powered aura burst forth from his body, unfurling like the petals of a colossal rose. This aura was as tangible as fire, its hue as deep and vibrant as freshly spilled blood. It spread rapidly, engulfing the battlefield in its fiery embrace, forming a giant rose that spanned nearly half the combat zone.

This sudden manifestation of power caught the warriors of both sides off guard, halting their conflict as they gazed in awe and horror at the spectacle. The battlefield, previously a scene of chaos and violence, was now dominated by the overwhelming presence of Mani's Blooded Aura Technique. The giant rose, a symbol of both beauty and destruction, cast a crimson light over the faces of the soldiers, illuminating their shocked expressions.

The man in white, now forgotten in the wake of Mani's display, could only stare in disbelief. His attempts to harm Mani, to further the goals of the priestess, had unwittingly unleashed a force beyond his comprehension. Mani, a mere copper rank cultivator, had revealed a depth of power that blurred the lines between ranks, challenging the very foundations of their understanding of strength and capability. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Even Barbara like all the others was surprised by the sudden developments. Commander Jov also looked about his body. Meanwhile Chiron deep within the Shadow pool swarm even deeper. He needed to be out of reach for the next part. And he was right to do this because all caught within area of the giant blood aura rose suddenly noticed that their bodies were steadily peeling off. It started slowly and then people outrightly started to burst into blood. *Boom!*

The first man turned to a blood puddle, and then the next, and then another. This technique did not discriminate between foe and friend. Everyone was subjected to the brutality of its horrors. Their skin followed by their muscles melted off into blood paste. All on land was subjected to this death sentence regardless of rank. This could not be helped. After all, this was not just Mani's power at play, but an attempt of the Mirror egg at protecting itself the moment it noticed its user's life was at stack. At least, this was Chiron's deduction. in only a matter of seconds, the entire battlefield had become empty of souls. Either they had died or they had fled as fast as they could from the area effect of the technique.

All that remained on the battle field was a stack of bones at the center of the blooded rose technique that looked like the stigma of the flower.

from above, it was indeed a beautiful sight to see. Finally, the technique had taken enough lives and soon faded away. Mani, the source of it all fell on his back. At this moment, Chiron came out of the Shadow Pool. He walked over to Mani and looked over him. Mani was a complete mess of blood, broken bones and cuts filled his body, making him look like a bee hive. "Nice! that was a really good show!" Chiron chuckled.