The ceaselessly surging 'Blood River' slammed into the South Los Medium.
At least, that was how it looked.
But the Blood Marquis, who controlled the 'Blood River', clearly felt his self-created Mystic Art slide away!
Whether it was the force of the impact or the negative energy condensed from blood within...
It all slid away!
It was like someone charging onto a lake in the depths of winter, reaching out to catch a fish, only to be blocked by the ice and slip on it as well.
Puzzled, the Blood Marquis narrowed his eyes.
"Interesting."
The Blood Marquis passed judgment with an air of lofty superiority.
In his eyes, Arthur had clearly used a 'trick' similar to the Old Lion's. The only difference was that Arthur's was far more sophisticated.
Just like that man back then...
Charlie!
The thought of the man who had deceived him twenty-six times sent uncontrollable anger rising in the Blood Marquis's heart.
His condescending demeanor immediately turned rigid, his teeth grinding.
"Die!"
The Blood Marquis growled furiously.
At once, the hundred and twenty thousand souls within the 'Blood River' began wailing in unison-
Aaaaah!
Their cries were horrific, filled with the defiance, rage, and venom of their dying moments.
They became a power that was both utterly terrifying and utterly overwhelming.
'Grudge Curse'!
This power of curses changed from intangible to tangible, a roiling mass of pitch-black darkness.
A moment later, it blotted out the sunlight.
A hideous head emerged from the darkness.
Its gaping mouth bristled with fangs as it savagely snapped at Arthur.
Then-
Clack!
Its sharp teeth collided with a crisp sound as the hideous black head bit nothing.
No!
More precisely, its teeth slid away, taking its head with them.
Clack, clack, clack!
Three bites in succession, and every one slid