Chapter 8 – Bloodrage Awakening
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The forest had barely regained silence from the last battle when the ground trembled again.
Lâm Dạ stiffened.
A second cultivator—stronger, older, and wrapped in murderous intent—stepped through the shredded trees. His spiritual pressure crushed the air like a falling mountain.
“So it’s true,” the man hissed. “A mere mortal unlocked forbidden blood arts. Hand over the Blood Pearl and die cleanly.”
Lâm Dạ didn’t answer.
He couldn’t.
His body still ached from the last fight. His Bloodburst Wings flickered, unstable. Bloodshadow Step had drained too much essence. His vision blurred.
Too many fights… too fast…
But retreat wasn’t an option.
This enemy radiated killing intent—he wasn’t here to negotiate.
The cultivator raised a hand.
Spiritual chains of black lightning burst from his palm, whipping through the air with a sharp crack.
“You won’t escape this time.”
The chains snapped toward Lâm Dạ.
He dodged left—too slow.
One chain wrapped around his arm, searing flesh instantly.
Another slammed into his ribs, shattering bone.
He hit the ground hard, blood spilling across the dirt.
The cultivator laughed.
“Pathetic. A child playing with forbidden power.”
More chains formed—dozens—descending like a storm.
I can’t move… damn it!
Pain surged through Lâm Dạ’s body, drowning everything in white-hot agony.
The Blood Pearl pulsed frantically in his chest, like a heart forced to pump beyond its limits.
Then—
—something snapped.
Not bone.
Not will.
But a seal.
A seal he never knew existed.
A deep, ancient roar exploded inside his mind.
AWAKEN, BLOOD CHILD.
Lâm Dạ’s eyes shot open.
His pupils turned into slitted crimson spirals.
The chains wrapped around him began to melt—literally melt—as his blood boiled with violent power. Steam rose from his skin. His veins bulged, glowing like molten iron.
The cultivator stumbled back.
“That’s… that’s impossible. That’s a Bloodrage State—an extinct technique!”
He was right.
It was.
New Blood Talent Unlocked: Bloodrage Form
Strength × 5
Speed × 4
Pain Nullified
Reason fractured
A crimson aura burst around Lâm Dạ like an erupting volcano. The ground split beneath his feet. Trees bent away from him as if afraid.
The chains tried to reform.
He tore them apart with his bare hands.
The cultivator froze.
For the first time—he looked afraid.
Lâm Dạ took one slow, heavy step forward.
The entire forest trembled.
“You…” the man stuttered, “…you’re a monster.”
Lâm Dạ tilted his head, voice low and cold, each syllable dripping with killing intent:
“You came to kill me.”
His aura flared higher.
“Now you face the consequences.”
He disappeared.
Not a step.
Not a dash.
Just—gone.
He reappeared above the cultivator, fist coated in blood energy so dense it crackled.
“Bloodrage Strike.”
The blow landed.
The forest exploded.
A shockwave ripped through the trees, flattening everything in a hundred-meter radius. The cultivator’s body didn’t just break—it disintegrated, scattered into ashes by the sheer force.
Silence followed.
Lâm Dạ stood in the center of a massive crater, breathing heavily. Bloodrage still burned inside him, but slowly—very slowly—it began to fade.
As his vision dimmed… a realization hit him:
This power wasn’t a gift.
It was a curse.
And now that it had awakened…
…it would demand blood.
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