Chapter 36: 36. BEAST BLOOD MASTERY
Vikram blinked, looked around the bathroom, and wondered if he sniffed something wrong.
"What the hell are you looking for?" The guy was like a thug, as he looked at Vikram as though he would slap him any second.
Vikram paused, shook his head, and thought that he was training too hard, and entered the bathroom and pissed.
'Green shit, huh,' Vikram frowned. That was not a nice image, so he shook his head, finished his work, and returned to his room.
[Do you wish to enter the Game?]
Vikram ignored the notification for now, and sat cross legged on his bed and opened three textbooks.
[Blood Tyranny Technique]
[Pure Gang Technique]
[Soul Mana Infusion Technique]
He had acquired these techniques earlier to all those who would get their own Cultivation Techniques. These were not actually pure cultivation techniques, but part of Cultivation Inheritance that focused on controlling Blood, Internal Energies, and Soul related powers.
He was trying to draw inferences from these techniques to activate the Beast Blood Energy. Especially from the Blood Tyranny Technique, which was an Inheritance from Kayala. This was the Technique that Vikram had the most hope for unlocking Beast Blood.
He studied for a while, grasping some concepts, yet remaining confused by most others.
The reason why he was not able to use the supernatural energy was because there was no outlet for the energy to manifest.
Now understanding the bare minimum, he knew that to wield Beast Blood, he had to agitate the energy through incredible control and momentum. Meaning that he had to warm his body with combat, and at the same time, maintain the circulation of the energy.
[Do you wish to enter the Game?]
Vikram opened his eyes, finding himself inside the cave. With determination, Vikram rushed to the village, cutting down anything that stood in his way. Reaching the heart of the village, he found himself surrounded by a throng of Neu, Zombies, and Mages. They encircled him slowly, their eyes fixed on him with a mix of hunger and malice.
Drawing a deep breath, Vikram let the fury within him rise, channeling his frustration into operating the Blood Tyranny Technique. He could feel his heart pounding, the blood surging faster, and he pushed, willing it to obey his command. The chaos around him served as a backdrop to his inner struggle, each enemy a reminder of his need for control.
But there was no response.
As the circle tightened, Vikram grew more and more frustrated, and as he grew more and more distracted, he died.
[You have been slain.]
Vikram sighed.
He was in for a grind.
...
After what felt like countless times, Vikram had grown numb to it all. Each wave of pure malice was met with emotionless, indifferent slashes. Yet his focus remained unwavering, entirely consumed by the task of properly circulating his Beast Blood Energy through the Blood Tyranny Technique.
The sensation was becoming more pronounced. His body, though not particularly gifted, possessed a minor sensitivity to blood. With the Blood Tyranny Technique, his proficiency was growing, and the connection between his blood and the technique was becoming clearer with each passing moment.
Vikram felt a shift, a subtle response to his will. His blood, once untamed, began to stir under his command. With a fierce resolve, he focused harder, his mind and body aligning in purpose. The enemies closed in, but Vikram's confidence grew, the sense of power within him building.
In a sudden burst, he unleashed his newfound control. The blood within him surged with a violent force, responding to his command. His eyes snapped open, glowing with an intense, crimson light. The encircling horde hesitated, sensing the change.
Vikram was also surprised, even though he knew that these things he was fighting were some sort of sentience, but he was genuinely shocked when he saw that these malice projections were 'hesitating'.
Vikram snapped his neck and stretched his spine, feeling the tension release. He flicked his axes, readying his body for the next wave of attackers. With a swift, powerful leap, he pounced, slashing with both axes. Two Neus fell instantly, their bodies crumpling to the ground. He stopped momentarily, then spun around, his axes whirling in a deadly arc, taking down three more Neus.
As the heat intensified, Vikram felt a wave of dizziness flood his consciousness. His vision blurred, and his movements became unsteady. In that vulnerable moment, a Neu lunged forward, stabbing him in the skull. Pain exploded in his head, sharp and blinding. He staggered, barely able to keep his grip on his axes.
[You have been slain.]
Vikram respawned in the cave, but the smile Vikram had on his face was unmistakable.
Vikram was thrilled.
He was absolutely sure that he felt something in his body burning his body to erupt something dangerous.
Something supernatural.
Vikram reached the inner village, his axes at the ready. He began slaughtering the little Imps with ruthless efficiency. Determined to harness the power of his Beast Blood, he focused inward, summoning the stirring force within him. As expected, dizziness hit him instantly, but this time he was prepared.
He braced himself, feeling his muscles constrict and his bones crackle under the immense pressure. His blood surged furiously through his veins, energizing every part of his body. It felt as if he had an inexhaustible supply of oxygen, fueling his every move.
Each breath he took was deeper, each movement swifter. The fatigue that had once plagued him seemed like a distant memory. Instead, an exhilarating sense of strength and speed filled him, growing with each passing moment. The Beast Blood was no longer just a dormant power; it was becoming an integral part of him, enhancing his abilities to superhuman levels.
With renewed vigor, Vikram continued his rampage through the village. His attacks were a blur of motion, his axes cleaving through the Imps with devastating precision. He moved like a whirlwind, his enemies unable to keep up with his enhanced speed and strength. The Imps, once numerous and menacing, now fell like leaves in a storm.
He could feel a primal will inside his body that was making his whole aura more bestial.
Vikram pounced forward as he slashed forward. The wind kicked up, and the slash ripped the neu into two, and the pressure of the slash continued and cleaved one neu into two and injured a zombie that was behind him.
Vikram's fighting style, once solely calculated and cold, began to evolve. The core fundamentals he had always abided by started to change, influenced by the raw power and primal instincts awakened within him. His movements became more unrestrained, more fluid, more unpredictable...
More Deadlier...
No longer bound by rigid tactics, Vikram allowed his instincts to guide him. He flowed through the battlefield like a force of nature, each move blending seamlessly into the next.
Vikram, immersed in the battle with the intensity of an athlete in the zone, noticed something at the corner of his vision. His senses, heightened by the Beast Blood, picked up every detail, no matter how subtle.
Like a tiger amidst sheep, Vikram tore through the undead horde. His axe swung with the fury of a madman, yet his strikes were precise, each blow devastating. The sheer amount of damage he was dealing was unlike anything he had ever witnessed before. Bodies fell around him, each swing of his axe cutting through multiple enemies with terrifying efficiency.
He gritted his teeth, feeling the hot steam escape from between the gaps, a testament to the fiery energy coursing through him. The air around him seemed to vibrate with an innate inflection, a disturbance that he sensed rather than saw. Without even turning his head, Vikram reacted.