Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 214: Dance of Death

For a second, everything happening around Grace seemed to slow down.

The large chunk of earth that weighed more than fifty kilograms was flying toward her with dazzling speed.

If that thing, weighing as much as she did, hit her at that speed, no healer in the world could mend the damage.

This wasn't just your average fight—there was a real possibility that she was going to die here.

Under the fear of death, she moved out of instinct.

She directed all the golden threads that were around David and made them appear before the chunk of earth and herself.

In turn, the chunk tore through the threads as it continued to move toward her. It was still fast, but it had slowed down a little, allowing her to move her body out of the way.

She wasn't out of danger, however, as now that David wasn't constantly assaulted by her threads, he was able to move freely and, in turn, sent several more earth chunks of various sizes at her.

Grace gritted her teeth. It was clear that she had to somehow get out of the way.

Flexing the muscles in her legs, she jumped from one thread to another, trying to create as much distance between herself and the chunks as possible.

Some earth chunks missed her entirely, while others came very close to making contact.

Grace knew she couldn't keep dodging forever—David was getting accustomed to her movements.

He was no longer trying to hit her directly but was aiming for the spots where he predicted she would appear.

And from the looks of it, his predictions were getting better and better. Soon, she would be hit and turned into a bloody paste.

Gritting her teeth, she attacked again—but this time, not with dozens, not with hundreds, but with thousands of golden threads.

Blood began to leak from the corners of her eyes as her breathing grew shallow.

Pushing one's mana core to such an extent was extremely dangerous and often deadly. Grace knew that.

And nevertheless, she still did it.

David gritted his teeth as he felt another assault of her golden threads. This one was several times more powerful than the others.

There still weren't any visible damages on his body, but he was being pushed around by the sheer weight of the golden threads.

"You are being pushed around? How pathetic! At this point, forget your sister—you won't even be able to protect yourself!"

But no matter how devastating Grace's attack was, it all paled in comparison to the Spectral Warden's mocking words.

The cursed being had spent so much time with the man that it knew exactly how to make him mad. It knew what buttons to push to make him lose control.

"ARE YOU DEAF? I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" David's shout echoed around the arena.

"I am going to shut up, and then what?" the Spectral Warden spoke again, moving its mouth close to David's ear and whispering.

"Unless you accept me, you are done, and you know it."

Its words were like daggers.

"After all, without me, you are useless."

David's thinking was clouded from the continuous assault of the golden threads.

"Just accept it. You are nothing without me."

David couldn't hold it anymore.

If he took too much time, his mana core would run out.

If that happened, he would lose.

And what would the emperor do to his sister if he was no longer useful to him?

David didn't have much choice in the matter.

"And all of this because…" he muttered, hatred in his voice as he gazed at the woman in the sky, spilling blood like a fountain while keeping the attacks on him.

If that woman was weaker, he wouldn't have been pushed to such an extent.

If she had just lost easily, he wouldn't have to rely on the Spectral Warden.

"All because of you!" he spat, his eyes burning even brighter.

"ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!" His inhuman roar echoed across the arena like a beast let loose.

The purple aura around his body intensified, expanding several meters in length and obscuring his form from view.

His eyes were now shining so brightly, like the sun.

His body burned with unparalleled power.

"JUST DIE ALREADY!" he shouted, forcing his muscles to move beyond the natural limits of what any human should have been able to achieve.

His jump was so powerful that the ground beneath him cracked like a spider web, and the wind moved away from him like a hurricane.

Even the emperor's eyes widened when he saw what David had accomplished.

His jump was so forceful that he was propelled dozens of meters into the air.

His destination—Grace.

She, in turn, was exhausted, had lost a lot of blood, and most of her mana.

But she wasn't going to give up!

She wanted to win!

With a swift, subtle movement to the side, she narrowly evaded David's jump, sending him hurtling past her and soaring fifty to sixty meters into the air.

He had risen to the height of the arena's middle rows.

At seventy meters, he finally collided with the invisible shield that had been placed around the circular arena to prevent attacks from reaching the audience.

His two feet bent as he focused on Grace, foam beginning to form at the corners of his mouth.

"BECAUSE OF YOU!"

Before his curse could even leave his mouth, he shot toward Grace like an arrow.

A split second—that was all the time Grace had to dodge David's attack.

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Very few humans would be able to move that fast, let alone after accumulating as much damage as Grace had.

And yet, she did.

Despite her state, she moved two steps to the left, stepping over her golden threads, managing to dodge David's attack.

At the same time, she bombarded David with attacks, each one aiming for maximum damage.

While her attacks weren't able to inflict damage, she hoped that David's shield—or whatever he had that made it impossible for him to receive damage—would soon run out of power.

As soon as David missed Grace and landed on the ground, he shot toward her again, his speed even faster.

She dodged again, forcing him to crash into the arena ceiling once more before propelling himself back toward her.

Each time this loop completed, he got faster, more powerful, angrier.

The purple aura only seemed to increase in intensity.

Grace's movement looked more like dancing than merely moving. She had to carefully adjust her footing on her threads while making sure not to be hit by David or fall from them.

The scene was spectacular—a beautiful woman dancing in the air while dodging purple rays of light directed toward her.

The visibility in the arena began to decrease as the amount of debris David created with each jump from the ground started to raise clouds of dust.

Countless snapped golden threads were falling from the sky, only for more to appear in their place.

Everybody watching held their breath.

One mistake was all it took for Grace to lose. One misstep, one miscalculation, and it would be over.

David, meanwhile, only seemed to be getting faster, but some began to wonder—if he was forced to stop, would he be able to continue? His mana core was surely almost empty.

Zaroth's eyes darkened.

'Would I be able to win against one of them?' he asked himself.

The only way that came to mind was to use Luna, and even then, he began to have doubts.

That was how terrifyingly strong these two were.

They were unlike anything Zaroth had seen before.

Grace's dance of death continued for at least a dozen minutes.

At this point, most of the arena was hidden by debris, smoke, and dust in the air.

And once it looked like this fight would last forever, Grace made a mistake.

The damage to her body, a side effect of abusing her mana core, had caught up to her.

She wasn't able to move her leg fast enough to get out of David's charge.

Her eyes widened as she saw the writing on the wall.

In a split-second decision, she commanded all of the golden threads to move and form a wall between her and David.

Not a moment later, he collided with said wall.

Miraculously, the wall didn't break. But it bent under the energy of his charge—and hit Grace.

She was sent flying through the air, barely managing to stop her fall with a couple of her threads.

Moving her gaze, she tried to get up.

But her body, sensing the safety of the ground, finally gave way, and she lost consciousness as she crumpled to the floor.

David fell to the ground as well, looking at her with different emotions running through his head.

A moment later, the emperor stood up.

"The winner is David!"

The crowd erupted into cheers.

The fight was over.

Seeing the result, Zaroth couldn't help but sigh.

He had partly expected that David was going to win.

After all, he had been chosen by the emperor, and there was obviously a reason for that.

Now that Zaroth had witnessed the man's strength, it was clear why.

"It looks like my opponent for the final is decided," he mused.

David and Grace had put on quite the show.

It seemed that he, too, would have to display a great amount of power.

'Don't count your eggs before they're hatched, Zaroth,' Luna's voice echoed in his head.

Zaroth's lips twisted into a menacing smile.

"Do not worry. There's no way I will ever lose."

It was time for his fight.