Blood Elf Monarch

King Callan decided to go on offensive, fully shedding the defensive manner he adopted earlier. It was obvious that he had enough of Tristan!

Splat! Splat! Splat!

Wounds, light and heavy, rapidly appeared on Tristan's body as he was powerless to stop the relentless assault of the Arcadian King. 

Every time he tried to parry the latter's strike, he would be left blown back stumbling in his feet as the power within them was too much for them to handle. Nevertheless, he still did not decide to give up.

Seeing that Tristan's will was a tough nut to crack, King Callan commented, "You have guts! I have to give you that. But you are still not good enough!"

Tristan didn't care about the latter's evaluation of him. He kept swinging his sword despite the cuts he kept on receiving.

At first, King Callan didn't think Tristan's efforts were anything, just an ant trying to shake an elephant. But gradually, he began to find the latter's attacks were becoming more difficult to deal with.

Now that Tristan was feeling more confident to follow the king's sword rhythm, he secretly used his skill

[Blood Synthesis]

Hidden among the blood that was splattered from his own body, a mist gradually started to form and coalesced into two knife-shaped constructs.

"Now! Eat this!!"

The amount of Blood Essence he spent for this skill was a painful one hundred. However, Tristan completely understood that now wasn't the time to act like a sore beggar. He was desperate to get that one drop of blood, which would easily decide his future.

Swiiisshhh!!

The moment Tristan's two blood knives shot forth toward King Callan, the man was caught off guard by the abrupt development, which the former responded with a smirk. 

There was no rule about not using skill!

The two blades swiftly flew toward the Arcadian King and with the situation where his sword was currently occupied by Tristan's sword, he rushed to dodge by retreating a few steps back

"Uurrggg!! That slimy bastard!!" Tristan cursed as he saw the two knives shot past their target with an inch of distance.

It was such a close call, one that probably would never happen again as King Callan would surely become warrier with that sort of tricks. Even so, Tristan was not going to give up now. Not when he could see the finish line waving at him.

Soon, the fight turned into a three against one situation where Tristan continued his assault accompanied by two knives that flew around trying to get a hit from all angles.

A smile slowly surfaced on Tristan's face as the Arcadian King was gradually overwhelmed by his frenzied attacks and the flying knives. 

Clank!! Clank!!

"Where are your nonsense words now, huh?!!" Tristan mocked as he sent his sword down which was then followed by the two knives coming from the side.

King Callan no longer could afford to just stand still and parry Tristan's attacks. Now, he also had to dodge the two flying knives that would come from any corner of his blind spot. As a result, Tristan was given some breath on the amount of cuts he received.

It had been a while since Tristan casted this skill, thus he was surprised when he discovered that he could control these constructs much better than before. 

He believed all was because of his newfound insight into Katra. It Appears his Katra would increase the control he had on his [Blood Synthesis].

Elated by the unexpected gain, Tristan once again notched his assault up as he submerged in his urge for blood and roared, 

"I will make you BLEED!!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

After a few exchanges of strikes, Tristan strangely could see the Arcadian King smile.

"Much better!! Good!!" 

Even though he was overwhelmed, the man still had the energy to comment.

CLANKK!!!

A loud metallic sound resounded as Tristan put his maximum strength onto that one strike. Just like before, King Callan had to dodge back but this time he staggered slightly in his steps.

Even though the stagger was a faint one, his eyes shone as the strike had managed to create an opening. 

Tristan immediately took action as there was no way in hell he would let this opportunity go. 

Stomping his right foot on the floor, Tristan's body shot forward without much care while the sword in his hand aimed at the Arcadian King's chest.

"DIE!!"

Tristan felt the world slowed down as he could see his sword inched closer with every millisecond passed. But then, in that split second, he was shocked when he saw King Callan moving at twice his initial speed. He could clearly see the entire sequence of the Arcadian King swinging his sword so hard that it managed to force the sword out of his grip.

Thud!

A loud sound rang out as Tristan's sword was flying through the air and with it badly hurt his two arms.

King Callan had finally shown his true prowess. No wonder he had unparalleled confidence about this fight.

There was only a one step distance between the two of them, and Tristan only had to take that one step to reach King Callan. But he had no weapon at hand.

NO!!

Tristan knew that if he stepped back now, he would never have such a chance again. Therefore, he instantly chose to take that one last gamble.

With a loud roar, Tristan continued his dash; he used his head to headbutt and tackled King Callan's body.

The two ended up falling to the ground with Tristan on top of the Arcadian King.

"What!!!" King Callan was shocked by how crazy Tristan was.

Not yet!

Tristan was so desperate for that one hit that..

..he decided to open his teeth and lunge for the neck!!

"You lunatic!!" King Callan shouted as he saw the incoming bite.

Tristan managed to bite his target, and now he just had to tear it apart. However, as if fate was laughing at him, at the last second, he could feel the part he was biting into turning hard as rock.

As the bright light shone upon his face, Tristan realized King Callan just used a spell to save himself.

"Aaaqargggghh!!" Tristan crazily mad, trying to chunk off that bite.

But King Callan was able to lay his fist on him first, 

BAAAM!!!

It was a strong punch that threw him rolling to the side.

With it, Tristan lost his chance to wound King Callan, and the next thing he knew was the latter's sword was already on his neck.

"You lost!"