Chapter 13: Life Is An Art

"Courting death!" The roar came from the third Infante, Augustus. He was the most brutal one of all the Infantes, and was the one who had killed the most in this battle. The opponent of him and the Fourth Infante was Wang Xuanming. This oriental man was so powerful and his disrespect for them made both of them want to kill him first. Augustus was dressed in a blood-red cavalry uniform, holding a bloody spear in his hand and stabbed at his opponent. Wang Xuanming used both fists to counterattacked, and clashed the blood spear directly with a Break Heaven Fist, stopping it in its tracks. Seeing that, Augustus once again thrusted the spear ten times, but Wang Xuanming was still able to withstand it. At the same time, Lambert rushed forward from behind. Lambert's blood-red hands with scarlet lights struck out heavily. He saw that his opponent was fighting against Augustus , thinking that he could injure him successfully, but unexpectedly, Wang Xuanming used that weird footwork again, causing his entire body to dodge the attack like an ethereal ghost. He even moved behind Lambert and swept across with his strong leg. Lambert turned around but was kicked by a few steps back. Taking advantage of this, Wang Xuanming unleashed another series of kicks. He was so fast that one could even hardly see his afterimages. In just ten seconds, he kicked out a thousand times. Although Lambert wasn't injured by those attachs, he had no idea where his enemy was. When Augustus saw this, he hurriedly rushed up and stabbed Wang Xuanming with his spear. Wang Xuanming was forced to use his fist to block the attack, and Lambert seized the opportunity to escape. He adjusted himself and attacked again, the blood hands released a terrifying bloody light that condensed into a gigantic palm striking forward. Wang Xuanming anxiously turned around to strike out with his fist, and Augustus took the opportunity to gather his powerful energy on the spear and throw it at him. Wang Xuanming felt the blood spear attacking him from behind , and the golden light converged onto his leg as he raised his leg and kicked out. The kick hit the blood spear and changed its direction to Lambert. Lambert dodged hurriedly. "Boom!" The blood spear directly entered the battlefield, causing a violent explosion and making a huge hole in the ground several hundred meters away, where no lives could exist. Augustus snorted coldly, recalled the Blood Spear and returned to the battlefield again. He and Lambert no longer went for the sneak attacks, but fought Wang Xueming face to face. "It's time!" What Wang Xuanming waited for was such a chance. The golden light around his body erupted again, as he rushed forward with his fist raised. He pushed Lambert back with a Break Heaven Fist, and then blocked Augustus’s blood spear with Meteorite Kicks. Wang Xuanming rushed over and kicked indiscriminately. The two Infantes were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood. This person's attacking speed was too fast that with 70% of their strength, they couldn't even catch up. Even if they had the opportunity to attack, his strange footwork made it so hard that they could not catch their opponent. "Enough! Shadow of the Devil King!" Augustus erupted out blood and shook Wang Xuanming away. A gigantic demonic shadow with a blood spear appeared behind him. Then the shadow started attacking Wang Xuanming together with Augustus. That shadow seemed to be a Devil King from purgatory, as its terrifying aura corroded everything it passed through. "Blood Prison Kill!" At the same time, Lambert summoned a magic circle to inclose Wang Xuanming. He then closed his hands, and his hands appeared in the magic circle, instantly forming a cage to trap the enemy. Augustus and the demonic shadow thrust out their spears together, and the demonic shadow's giant spear was piercing through the void with unparalleled demonic might. "Boom!" The blood spear, which was dozens of meters long, ruthlessly stabbed into the cage, exploding into a bloody light that shot up into the sky. "Hehe, it’s time for him to die." "In the end, he actually did not put up any defense. How arrogant!" Augustus and Lambert laughed coldly. They had clearly seen just then Wang Xuanming did not have any defense even when he had been stabbed in the end. It was almost impossible for him to survive. "No, my father is the strongest. He definitely won't lose!" In the distance, Wang Bu Gui clenched his fists and glared at them angrily. He then looked at his mother who was fighting with Nicolas and did not seem to be worried at all. He thought that his father could not fall down easily. "You want to kill me with only 70% of your strength. You're too ignorant!" Suddenly, when the blood light dissipated, a voice came out, Wang Xuanming was still standing there in good condition. The black and white aura revolved around his body, which had only a few scratches. Augustus and Lambert looked pale as if they had just eaten a hundred dead rats. They felt a burning sensation on their faces. It was a slap on their faces right after they said that Wang Xuanming would die. "Since you forced me to go all out, you are quite impressive. Come and die." Wang Xuanming shouted and rushed towards the two Infantes to fight against them. He had to finish the battle quickly because there were still two other Infantes who were being entangled by Class A Blood Hunters and the Seraph Knights elites. They couldn't hold on for too long. Alice, who fought against Nicholas in the distance, also constantly shot arrows at the Infantes, who were entangled by the elites of Blood Hunters and Seraph Knights. She could do that only because Nicolas did not dare to use his lethal techniques, otherwise, the human forces would have been unable to hold out quite time ago. Herty and Stephanie, who were fighting with heavily injured Barnard and Annie, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. After all, they were still the two Infantes ranking at the top. Even though they were badly hurt, they were not easily beaten. The most intense battle was between Bruno, Mungo and Wyat. Even though Bruno was not the strongest in the Sanctuary, he fought against with the two Infantes alone, and he was already riddled with injuries. "AHHHH! Worthless Devils, let me end your miserable lives!" Bruno roared with his whole body covered with blood that was of enemies and his own, and he was fighting against the two Infantes to the death. Mungo and Wyat felt that he was just a madman who would pay any price just to kill them. He would be happy to make a cut on them in the cost of being badly injured. Mungo waved his scarlet claws and rushed towards Bruno once again. Wyat was no longer waiting at the edge, rushing over to end this battle as soon as possible. Bruno was waiting for such a time that he tried squeezing out the remaining energy in his body, and at the same time, he gathered all the energy of faith to Saint George from the rest of the world. His whole body burst out white divine light, forming a thick layer of armor in place of his damaged silver helmet. The killing aura of the sword in his hand suddenly increased by several times, terrifying purple blood gushed out of the sword, and the roars of the Dragons could be heard faintly. "Go die! Pariah!" Mungo roared as he reached out to grab the Dragon Slayer Sword. The collision between the two made a metallic sound with sparks flying in all directions. On the other side, Wyat was also rushing towards Bruno with sword in hand. His speed was so fast that he stabbed out hundreds times in 10 seconds. However, they were unable to cause much damage to Bruno, because the armor formed from the pure and dense energy of faith was incomparably steady. Bruno ignored Wyat temporarily and focused on Mungo alone. Their battle was so intense that every attack would cause injuries to them. Mungo used Blood Magic to unleash a series of heavy claws, and finally broke through the armor and hurt Bruno, but Bruno seemed as if he did not receive any injuries, and heroically slashed at Mungo's body with incomparable force. The bloody dragon sword ruthlessly pierced into Mungo's flesh, breaking his breastbone, and the power of faith shattered his internal organs. "Puff!" Both of them retreated backwards while coughing up mouthfuls of blood. Still, Bruno supported his heavily injured body with sword. And Wyat took the opportunity and came back to kill him. However, he heard that Bruno roared as he desperately tried to pull out his sword to fight again. Wyat's sword released a red light that cut through the power of faith, and then he jumped into the air, gathered all the energy he had, and hacked from above. "Boom!" The sword strike created a huge pit in the area where Bruno was. Lying in the center of the pit, Bruno was covered in blood. He coughed out mouthfuls of blood, along with pieces of his internal organs. He was on the verge of death. Bruno should have been unable to stand back up, but when he saw Wyat slowly walking over with a sword in hand, he stood upon his last bit of strength. His legs were trembling, and all he could see was a blood-red world, and an enemy was coming slowly in front of him. He wanted to raise his sword and fight again, but his body wouldn't allow him to do so. Being able to stand up already used up all of his strength. "Madman, you're finally going to die." Mungo walked over, dragging his injured body. He started to rejoice over the fact that this man had collapsed. "Hahaha… You devils are truly pitiful. To be honest, I sympathized with you very much, because you have already lost the meaning of living." Bruno forced himself to straighten his injured body and laughed at them. "What are you saying? Now you're the loser. No one will remember you even you die for them!" Mungo could not understand, why this human said such words when he was about to die. "No matter what, you have to die. I'll give you a chance to say your last words." Wyat was not in a hurry though, and he wanted to hear what this man was going to say. "Don't you understand? You are controlled by higher demons. Living forever as a vampire is only a punishment of time. You have lost everything you once had, family, loved ones and faith. You can't enjoy delicious food, everything would taste like cardboard to you." "Even if I die, I possess all these things. I can enjoy the beauty of the world, so I am willing to give my life for all the good things in the world. Rather than living alone forever, I would die brilliantly. Even in death, I would blossom into a beautiful brilliance. " "Actually... Being alive is an art in itself, and everyone tries to paint their most beautiful painting with all their life. Time is the paper, the world is the background, the people he meets are the story characters, all the experiences are the colors, and then he spends his whole life finishing the drawing. When you finish the most beautiful work, life will come to an end. But your paintings have long lost their stories and colors, leaving only a long sheet of paper. " "Your paintings have lost meaning, but have you thought of a way to save them? If you are going to live this meaningless life, you might as well change the drawing paper and start over. Find out the things you need for painting another beautiful work. Even if you end up dying, it will still be regarded as an art sublimation. " These words truly stimulated Mungo and Wyat . They were wondering why they were still alive, and also thinking about themselves, as if they have only loneliness left. They even forgot that the person in front of them was their mortal enemy. They should have ended his life with a single strike. However, they did not. They were truly shaken. Could it be that their lives had lost all meaning? Then, Bruno continued, "So… The ultimate sublimation of art is for its demise. Hehe … Let me paint the last stroke of brilliance for this art. " Just as Bruno finished his last sentence with smile, the shadow of Saint George appeared behind him, transforming into a violent energy that fused together with him. In the next moment, an incomparably intense explosion occurred. People could only see a flash of white light, and they could not open eyes or hear anything.