Chapter 285: Rage baiting Silas

“AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”

A loud, guttural, and utterly maniacal laugh erupted throughout the dim surroundings, tearing through everyone’s ears and sending an instinctive chill down their spines.

Grace’s eyes settled on the boy standing before her.

His jaw had been torn apart, and blood was still pouring from his mangled mouth, staining his clothes and dripping onto the ground beneath him.

And yet… he didn’t even look like he was in pain.

Instead… he was laughing—laughing like a complete madman, as though the situation he found himself in was genuinely amusing, making Grace’s expression twitch faintly.

Meanwhile, Silas’s eyes widened as he stared at Lucian.

He couldn’t understand it.

How could someone react like that after having their jaw literally ripped off?

A chill ran down his spine as Lucian’s bloodied, half-torn face shifted towards him, those bright golden eyes settling directly on him.

The blood flowing from Lucian’s face suddenly stopped.

It hung in the air for a fraction of a second before beginning to move backwards, as though time itself were reversing.

The blood returned to the torn flesh, the damaged muscles began reconstructing themselves, their broken edges connecting as the muscles gradually stitched themselves back together before finally being covered by skin.

And within a few seconds, Lucian’s face had completely reformed, returning to its previous appearance without leaving even the slightest trace of the horrifying injury.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…!!! DID YOU HEAR HER?!”

Lucian suddenly shouted, his voice booming across the surroundings as he continued staring at Silas.

“SHE DIDN’T EVEN DENY IT! HAHAHA!!!”

Having had enough of his rambling, Grace grabbed Lucian by the neck and abruptly pulled him upwards before—

BOOM!

Sending him shooting into the air.

His vision blurred as his body soared upwards, but he quickly twisted himself around, adjusting his position mid-air before the momentum could throw him off balance.

“Your mother’s really an attention-seeking bitch! Hahahaha!!”

He glanced at the stunned Silas, whose jaw clenched tightly, his face increasingly twisting with anger.

“She doesn’t even care about you! To her, you are nothing but a stress ball she fucks to relieve her lust!!”

“YOU FUCKER!!!”

Silas’s eyes turned bloodshot, the veins across his muscles almost bursting under the sheer strain as he desperately tried to take a step forward.

He wanted to tear that man’s face.

Rip out his tongue.

Burn it until nothing remained.

But no matter how desperately he struggled, his body remained frozen beneath Lucian’s command.

Seeing the fury burning in his eyes, Lucian’s smile widened, stretching across his face and becoming increasingly distorted as he tilted his body in mid-air.

FWOOSH!

Flames burst beneath his feet, and using the explosive force, Lucian propelled himself downwards.

BOOOOM!!

His body shot towards Grace, and the moment he reached her, his blade swept towards her at an absurd speed.

CLANK!

Flames erupted across his blade as he continued attacking, his strikes coming one after another without stopping.

“Looks like you were suppressing your true bloodline… now you’re looking like a Scarlett…”

Grace muttered calmly, though there was a threatening edge to her words.

“…And you’re even talking like those bitches.”

She tilted her head backwards, allowing the blade to pass dangerously close to her face.

Yet despite avoiding the direct strike, the flames spreading along its edge brushed against her skin.

“Tch.”

A small vein popped out on her forehead as she felt herself getting more and more annoyed by the boy, making her want to tear him apart even more.

And so… she did just that.

She tore off his arm, sliced across his abdomen, and kept attacking him in an attempt to stop him before he grew weaker and his regeneration slowed.

And every time she removed one of his body parts…

“Mm~” She licked her lips, licking the blood off her fingers, which were now stained with his blood.

Her brownish eyes gradually developed a faint golden hue, and the smile on her face widened as another surge of energy spread through her body.

“I really want to rip you apart completely, boy…!”

Lucian’s lips twitched.

“Then let me rip your heart out once, bitch!”

He immediately thrust his sword towards her chest, but she ducked.

And with a swift motion, she sliced off one of his legs entirely.

Lucian’s balance faltered for the briefest moment, but instead of falling, he twisted his body and launched his severed leg towards her in a side kick.

Grace’s lips curled into a sneer.

“Heh, gone crazy already—”

Before she could even finish her words—

Bones extended from the exposed flesh, followed by muscles and tendons rapidly reconstructing themselves.

In the next instant, Lucian’s leg had reformed right before her eyes.

WHAM!

His foot slammed against her raised hand.

Grace’s expression darkened.

“Fucking annoying pest!”

Grabbing his leg, she pulled him towards herself before rolling him through the air, using his momentum against him.

Then, with a violent motion, she released him.

His body shot away from her, and before he could recover, several flaming arrows appeared around Grace, shooting towards him from multiple directions and riddling his body, bringing him dangerously close to death.

But again, like a cockroach that simply refused to die, Lucian appeared before her, his scorched body healing rapidly.

Meanwhile… Lucian’s thoughts were focused on something else entirely.

‘A little more…’

He muttered inwardly, his fingers tightening around the hilts of his swords as he shot forward, his arms blurring as his blades clashed against Grace’s claws in a rapid succession of strikes.

CLANK! SCHK! CLANK!

SCHK! SLICE! CLANK! CLANK!

‘I’m almost there… faster—no, more precise…!’

His vision blurred everything around the edges, focusing solely on the single person standing before him.

His constant regeneration made his bloodlust surge once again, the instinctive hunger within him growing stronger each time his body was damaged.

Yet, rather than mindlessly chasing after blood, Lucian used that bloodlust to his own advantage.

His golden eyes gradually shifted back to crimson, his blood-red hair flowing behind him as he moved, his swords sweeping through the air as he parried Grace’s attacks while aiming at her neck, her heart.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

‘From the side!’

His sword instinctively shot towards his flank, cutting straight through an incoming fireball and splitting it apart before the flames could strike him directly—though the flames still did some damage to his arm.

But… he didn’t even care about that.

He twisted his head at the precise moment as her claws passed straight beside his face, slicing through several strands of his blood-red hair.

“You’re not that bad… but I can’t exactly determine your rank properly for some reason.”

Grace’s voice echoed in Lucian’s ears, though her words were almost drowned out, blurred by the movements around them, the sound of the ground shifting, and the loud, booming sounds from the battle going on a considerable distance beside them.

And then, after more than a minute of relentless fighting—

[Ding~!]

A wide smile split across Lucian’s face as he swung his blade at Grace with all his strength.