Chapter 284 Jaw Ripping -

"If you don’t listen to me, boy, then I’ll simply have to capture you and torture you until you become my eternal slave... a very tasty blood bank for me."

Grace looked slightly bored as she continued blocking Lucian’s relentless attacks. Even as time passed and Lucian’s movements gradually became more precise... she barely paid any attention to his improvement.

All she wanted was his blood!

Her gaze briefly shifted towards Vivienne, who had just launched herself into the air before shooting towards the man below her like a missile.

"I’ll also have to take care of that cursed bitch Valentina after this..."

She clicked her tongue.

There were so many things she had been worrying about before coming here, but now...

She couldn’t help feeling rather pleased that she had come here after all.

After all, who would have expected to find such an irritating little gem in the middle of this mess?

However, the moment her words reached Lucian’s ears—

"What...?"

For a brief moment, the air around him suddenly seemed to fall completely still, almost as though the entire area had taken a tense breath.

Then—

[Ding~!]

A faint pressure spread through the surroundings, gradually growing heavier as the temperature began to rise.

Grace noticed the change instantly, and a faintly amused expression appeared on her face as she saw his reaction.

The corners of her lips curled upwards.

"What? Did you just get angry hearing that? That makes me even more curious about your relation—"

Her parted lips froze as Lucian suddenly shot forward with ferocious speed, his weight shifting as he launched himself towards her.

Both of his blades came crashing against her claws with much greater intensity.

The temperature around them began rising steadily.

The air began to tremble, and the flames scattered across the battlefield seemed to respond to the change.

Then, little by little... Lucian’s eyes began to change, the crimson colour within his irises swirling as the red gradually gave way to a brilliant golden hue.

"Woman... don’t you dare speak ill of my master..."

Grace barely registered his words, her attention completely fixed on his face, particularly on the strange transformation taking place right before her eyes.

His hair began to grow longer, the strands falling over his forehead before gradually flowing behind him, and as they grew... their colour began to change.

The dark hair slowly transformed into a bright, lustrous blood-red, the strands flowing around his face as the heat in the surrounding air continued to intensify.

Grace’s expression finally shifted.

"...Scarlett."

Annoyance crept into her voice, and she immediately punched him away before appearing right in front of him, sweeping her leg towards his chest.

But just as her shin connected with his body, her leg passed right through it, the part it struck specifically dissolving into crimson mist.

Giving her no time to react, Lucian slashed at her.

At the same time, flames began to conjure around him, and Grace’s eyes widened ever so slightly as a fireball shot towards her.

Effortlessly dodging, she tried to close the distance between them, only for another fireball to come hurtling towards her.

She twisted aside.

Another fireball followed.

Again and again, she dodged, but the flames just wouldn’t stop despite her efforts, so all she could do was form her own fireballs and shoot them towards the ones Lucian was forming.

The flames collided, spreading waves of heat through the air, but even as the explosions continued, Lucian remained completely unfazed.

"It’s not too hot..."

He muttered in irritation, and in the next instant... the temperature rose even further, causing the air to tremble faintly around him.

He shot towards her alongside the fireballs, his swords surging with a deep red glow as flames erupted along their edges.

Grace immediately raised her clawed hand to block his attack.

But this time—

[Muscle Reinforcement]

[Power Strike]

[Swift Assault]

Mana coursed through his body, surging violently through his muscles.

His movements accelerated.

The force behind his strike increased.

And the moment his blade connected with Grace’s claws—

SLICE!

"Ahh—!"

Grace let out a gasp as her wrist was severed cleanly, the blade cutting through her arm before a second strike swept across her face.

A burning gash appeared along her cheek.

"It burns..." she muttered, her expression twisting even further.

’His flames... they got stronger.’

She waited while baiting Lucian towards her, keeping her distance and allowing him to waste his energy while she waited for her wounds to heal.

But it took over a minute for the burn on her face to completely recover and a little longer for her arm to regrow, all because of the flames from the brat who still...

Despite knowing the enormous disparity between their strengths, he continued charging at her without any hesitation.

"Why are you running away, you bitch!" Lucian shouted as Grace dodged another one of his attacks.

"Weren’t you inviting me to your orgy plans?! Did you change your mind now?!"

Grace’s lips twitched into an amused smile as she saw the change in his behaviour, but before she could reply—

Lucian’s gaze suddenly shifted towards Silas, the guy who was grinding his teeth so hard that his jaw looked ready to crack, still frozen under his command.

Veins bulged along his neck and arms as he struggled against the Charm, but all he could do was watch his mother fight against that weak brat, watching in disbelief as she drank his blood and even invited him over as if he were her new toy.

"Silly boy!"

Silas’s expression twitched as Lucian’s cheerful voice suddenly reached his ears.

"Your mother might not even love you that much, you know?!"

A wide smile spread across Lucian’s face, causing a faint frown to appear on both Silas’s and Grace’s faces.

"She just invited me into her bed! Who knows how many people aside from me she has invited?!"

"..."

Silas looked at the man blankly, and seeing that, Lucian’s eyes widened slightly as he realised something.

"Wait, you really did...?"

He slowly turned towards Grace, looking at her in disbelief.

Grace merely shrugged, not even bothering to deny his words, since... he wasn’t exactly wrong.

Seeing this, Lucian’s expression immediately changed.

"Ugh... ugh—blegh..."

He grabbed his throat, gagging slightly as though he had suddenly swallowed something disgusting.

"No wonder your blood tasted awful. Just how many people have—"

"You talk too much, boy."

Grace suddenly interrupted, the amusement disappearing from her expression.

"And I’m not liking that."

Before Lucian could even finish his sentence, her figure vanished.

His eyes barely had time to register her movement before she appeared directly in front of him.

Her hand shot towards his face, and with one sharp motion—

KRRRAK—RIP!

She seized his jaw and tore it completely away from his face.

Blood sprayed through the air, and Lucian’s eyes widened slightly as his lower jaw was ripped away, leaving his mouth horribly mangled.

But instead of screaming in pain—

"GRLL—AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"