CHAPTER 674: SPECTATING: BEOWULF VS. JADE WARLORD (II)

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An ominous air descended upon the battlefield.

As beautiful as that moon up close was, it also brought a palpitating fear to whoever saw it. That fear was even more amplified when the scene of Beowulf’s transformation was added to it.

Beowulf’s body began to change. The hairs on some parts of his body began growing wildly and have turned a chilling silver in color. His arm elongated just a little bit, and his legs curved; his hands and feet turned into claws, and his face also extended just a bit, especially his nose.

A sanguine aura erupted from him, dousing the immediate environment with a thick and suffocating killing intent. His eyes turned into golden slits as well, gazing at Jade Warlord as if seeing through his soul.

Seeing this transformation, Cedric realized something.

"The Bloodline of the Moon Devouring Wolf," he whispered to himself.

Indeed, the transformation that happened to Beowulf was due to him tapping into the power of his bloodline.

The Moon Devouring Wolf, like the Space Wandering Whale, was a Primordial Beast. It’s a giant, ferocious beast that has existed since time immemorial and has roamed the primitive universe even before humans were around.

The primordial beast has become an endangered species, hunted down for sport by the races that had dominated the Chaos Realm. They had to make space for themselves, after all, and they could only do so by bringing down these terrifying beasts.

The Moon Devouring Wolf does what it’s called; it devours moons, but not just ordinary moons—it’s a picky one. It only eats moon that contains spirituality in them.

By devouring moons, the wolf essentially strengthens itself and its bloodline. Not only does it grow in size, but it also empowers it greatly, allowing it to basically tear through any obstacles in its path.

’But as far as I know, the Moon Devouring Wolves had been extinct for a long time. The last sighting and hunt of it was recorded about 25,000 years ago.’

’Beowulf can’t possibly be that old, so how did it have its bloodline? ’

’...maybe somebody preserved them? Like, kept a few cubs around and raised them in secret? Some could’ve transformed and cross-bred with humans too.’

There are a lot of ways, now that he thought about it. Humans are resourceful creatures, after all. If there’s a will, there’s a way. So, Cedric decided to stop wondering about how and just returned his attention to the match instead.

With his bloodline unleashed, Beowulf was even more terrifying than before. A zone called the ’Moon Sinking Domain’ overlapped with the area, encasing both of them within its influence.

Obviously, since it originated from Beowulf, he was empowered inside it, and the Jade Warlord was weakened. The moonlit origin energy dominated the space, and Beowulf’s became the rules within this domain.

Jade Warlord resisted with all of his might. He used sharpened will and experience to carve out a little space for himself within this domain just so that he could alleviate some of its effects, but the domain was so powerful that his efforts barely had any effect.

Beowulf also wasn’t interested in showing mercy. He swiped his claws, and space was sundered, torn into shreds instantly. Large spatial tears appeared around Jade Warlord, threatening to rip him apart.

Jade Warlord stood his ground with gritted teeth. He slammed the butt of his spear on the ground and roared in anger. A spirit, which seemed to be the manifestation of his unbending will, appeared behind him. It looked just like him and also held a phantom spear.

The man and spirit moved as one, resisting the terrible attack of their enemy, but even with this, Jade Warlord could barely sail through the storm brought on by Beowulf.

Beowulf didn’t just tear space apart. He weaponized the moon’s radiance as well, grabbing them with his claws and throwing them at Jade Warlord like javelins raining from above.

The ferocity didn’t end there since Beowulf also moved incredibly fast. He was so fast that the afterimages he left were from more than ten seconds ago from his last position.

Jade Warlord could somehow follow Beowulf’s movements through his senses. It doesn’t mean that he could move just as fast, though, but he hoped that it’s enough for him to be able to react, at least.

The more Cedric watched, the more he was convinced that this had turned into a hunt by now. Beowulf has long regarded his enemy as his prey, and he’s going through the motions of a real hunt.

First, he observed his prey and probed it. Then when he knew the extent of his prey’s strength, he revealed his fangs and began the hunt. Now, he was weakening his prey, exhausting him to prevent him from running away. As hope drains from his prey, that’s when he’ll land the killing blow and go home with his harvest.

An ambush wouldn’t have worked on Jade Warlord; the situation was unique, making that out of the viable options.

Now that he sees it this way, Cedric began wondering about Beowulf’s mindset. It’s looking more like he’s a beast instead of a human. But that can’t be, right? It’s already strange that he somehow possessed the bloodline of a long-extinct primordial beast; he couldn’t possibly think that he’s actually one of them...right?

’Bah! Why do I care so much? It’s none of my business anyway.’

Back to the match.

Despite being forced into a corner, Jade Warlord was surprisingly still holding on. He repelled the attacks coming his way even though he’s failing for the most part. Sometimes, he’s even forced to pick what kind of injury he’ll receive because Beowulf’s attacks were too sinister, and that’s the only way he could survive.

By now, Jade Warlord was missing three of his fingers on his left hand. His back had a claw wound and was still bleeding profusely; it seems that his recovery was being hindered by the unique elements contained within Beowulf’s claws. There were a lot of shallow cuts all over his body; his armor had long been torn apart; even his undergarments had been torn to pieces.

Still, the Jade Warlord stood strong and defiant. But whether he could keep this up longer was debatable because the light in his eyes was starting to fade due to exhaustion.

It’s not like he hasn’t caught up to what Beowulf was doing by now. He had long realized that he was being hunted. But even though he knew, what could he do about it?

He was outclassed here. Beowulf has the bloodline of a primordial beast, and an extinct one at that! This was the first time he had encountered this situation, but he had long heard of their horrors.

Those who carried the bloodline of the primordial beast aren’t many in number, but all of them are incredibly strong.

Fusing with the bloodline of a primordial beast wasn’t a simple matter. Encountering such an opportunity means having great fortune; fusing with the bloodline not only requires talent but also an indomitable will, and excavating the wonders and mysteries of the bloodline itself requires wisdom, intelligence, and skill. None of these aspects could be lacking, and thus, those who survived the Bloodline Fusion and thrived were truly some of the scarier beings out there.

And it just so happens that he’s facing one now.

Bloodline Fusion won’t make these people the strongest. But it sure as hell gives them an enormous advantage compared to others. After all, being qualified to fuse with a bloodline wasn’t a fortune anybody could just have.

Jade Warlord knew who he was facing as soon as the match started. He had heard rumors about Beowulf before, and although he had never spectated his matches before, he knew that he couldn’t be underestimated.

He didn’t start fighting with the idea of winning, but he also wouldn’t last this long if he thought about surrendering right away.

Jade Warlord wanted to see just how big of a gap there was between ordinary geniuses like him compared to those who were fortunate enough to fuse with special bloodlines.

And from what he’s experiencing so far? He could confirm that it was indeed great. So great that he couldn’t even begin to imagine how to bridge the gap between them.

Deep down, he felt jealous and doubtful of his abilities. Why wasn’t he given the same chance? Was he really that lacking compared to Beowulf? Why could Beowulf fuse with a special bloodline like this and not him? What makes him so different?

Then he remembered that this was just how the primitive universe had been, unfair and unforgiving. If it wasn’t for him, then it simply wasn’t for him. It’s useless to cry about it since even if he wailed oceans worth of tears, nobody will come and grace him with a bloodline like this.

And so, as his strength left his body, Jade Warlord tried one last time to exert a clear defiance against his lucky opponent.

Alas, his efforts fell short. He’s been weakened so much that he couldn’t even lift his spear anymore.

The last thing he saw was a pair of cold and predatory eyes bearing down on him before pain engulfed his senses.