Christian continued his barrage of magical attacks without any hesitation as Dean dodged and danced accordingly to avoid getting hurt.
This couldn't continue on as Christian taunted
"Dance, dance like the clown you are."
Unfortunately the provocation had no effect whatsoever on Dean as he clearly noticed the physical change of Christian that forced him to act rudely.
His face was slowly turning to like a white sheet of paper and was lacking the natural tone of his skin.
Dean just smiled and attempted to infuriate Christian by not responding but rather focus on dodging the random attacks.
Christian expressed his annoyance at his failure to provoke Dean by using his tribute magic at a much faster rate than usual which paid off.
A small typhoon blew Dean off center allowing Christian to form a combo of attacks such as a hail of ice shards piercing open his skin.
Blood soon seeped out in a fast rate as it was dripping onto the ground and delving between the crevices of the skin.
Not allowing Dean to recover, Christian followed up with a another spell that summoned a fire ball.
Flinging itself onto Dean, it attached onto the clothes and melted it onto his skin while the open wounds flared the pain that Dean was currently feeling.
Christian tried his luck once more and summoned another spell however he only saw a beam of light that penetrated the area behind Dean.
Dean refused to end this battle in a lackluster manner and threw his polearm to disrupt Christian and hopefully grab onto one of those ice shards that could act as his weapon.
The polearm was soon sent flying and was obstructed by Christian's scepter however he definitely felt the force behind it.
A blood red aura soon crept inside his organs however Christian didn't think too much about it.
'Did he apply poison to his blade?'
He believed that the poison probably flew from Dean's blade onto him after conflicting with his scepter but it should be easily cured once he returned to his home or visit the infirmary.
Although throwing the polearm was an effective method of distracting Christian, Dean was far too late.
That beam of light suddenly exploded into a dome of light that radiated a screeching, metallic scream that propelled Dean into the air.
His right ear drum that wasn't covered by the ground had been injured causing a small flow of blood to follow out of his ear.
Dean felt like his liver was ruptured and a rib kept on poking him as he flew through the air like a physics mannequin
'Was my life this anti-dramatic?'
Questioning his last moments Dean got devoured by the shadows of his mind.
Christian dodged the hurling body only to see Dean crashing into a tree and lay limp like a corpse.
"It's done. I did it."
Muttering to himself, Christian didn't feel any sense of glory from this as there was no crowd and fell disappointed at how weak of an opponent he was.
'Talk the talk yet can't walk the walk.'
Sighing at the loss of what could've been a useful tool Christian wanted to make sure if there was any precious items on Dean's body.
After taking a few breaths and realizing that Dean was barely breathing with very feint movements, Christian wanted to end it all.
Grabbing his scepter, Christian walked up to Dean's corpse and was contemplating how to destroy the body.
'A few small whacks or a a giant swing to completely crush the organs.'
Unbeknownst to Christian who was currently in depth on how he was going to murder Dean, he had already woken up.
A familiar sensation roused Dean back to reality as everything had turned grey with all natural colors seemed to be removed of its basic rights.
Christian was highlighted in a red aura that alarmed his mind as if signaling the danger that was currently after him.
Instead of green eyes that appeared on his pupil it had been turned into an empty black void with the iris still being green.
Acting on pure instinct, Dean released an intimidating aura that stemmed from his Battle Intent before leaping onto Christian.
Holding him in his grasp Dean took a big bite of Christian's left shoulder as he chewed the flesh before spitting it out.
The unexpected action and fast speed made Christian unaware that Dean was still alive but when the waves of pain started to dwell into his mind did he start taking note.
"Pff, this doesn't taste good. Who wants to taste like trash?"
Dean chuckled with a gruesome smile as blood flew out of his mouth mixed with saliva.
Christian tried to wave off this insane demon and swung his scepter only to miss and instead feel something missing from his neck.
A chunk of flesh from his neck was now held in Dean's hand with long black nails piercing through it without any problems.
Saturated with blood, Dean lost the looks of a human as only one word could come up in Christian's mind
A tycoon that refuses to follow the common courtesy, rules or laws and does whatever they desire. Most of the time they acted as assassins, wandering through the night to look for special victims if they were given enough of a reward.
Dean threw the piece of flesh onto the ground and stamped on it like useless garbage before removing the dangerous aura and void pupils.
The dark pupils seemed like they were in a lighter tone.
However the weird state Dean was in refused to end this battle this simply and quickly impaled Christian with his claws.
Christian knew that even if he temporarily lost this battle he had still won against Dean and laughed in pleasure as his sanity seemed to be missing.
"An ant actually go this far?!... This ignorant garbage that doesn't even know the true stages of cultivation, the great worlds hidden above, powerful gods that reincarnate."
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