Clankk!!

The two clashed and exchanged attacks with each other again, but this time the result was different than before. Instead of pushing Emery once again, Vizla was the one who took a step back.

Emery then started his gradual transformation; seeing that, Vizla, who was about to attack, stopped in his tracks and watched his transformation curiously.

"Oh? You still have something else up your sleeves!" Vizla crossed his arm together, his tone full of amusement. "Show me! I will wait until you finish!"

Unknowingly, Emery actually really needed a few seconds to gather his bearings and stabilize his transformation. This was, after all, the first time he managed to really grasp the Night Wolf Bloodline. Hence, he became very careful to avoid any severe repercussions.

At the moment, Emery's body was shaking violently from the pain that ran throughout his body. The transformation had become more painful than usual. He felt as if he was being burned from within, his blood running amok like a wild beast.

Slowly but surely, pitch-black fur reminiscent of night appeared all over Emery's body. The moment it stopped surfacing signaled the end of his transformation, signaling Emery had completely transformed.

Emery felt a similar feeling he felt in his first year, when he first grasped the Fey Bloodline within him.

"Aaargghhhh!"

[Analyzing genes]

[Your blood has gone through a purifying process]

[Night wolf gene essence percentage increase to 8%]

Shockingly, Emery's Night Wolf Essence had been doubled in an instant.

Seeing the notification, Emery could not help but think this would only make the side effect of his transformation worse, but then he was shocked to discover that wasn't the case.

Even though the primal urge that kept on whispering to him the desire to bring destruction to everything was still there, he was still able to be in control of it. The flow of Khaos Energy that Emery had been continuously channeling had finally achieved its purpose, as his blood had been completely incorporated by its existence.

[Battle power increased by 40]

[Battle power 152 (244)]

Howwwlll!!

Emery snapped his head towards the sky. He couldn't hold himself from letting out a howl as he currently felt an indescribable level of power. He then threw the sword in his hand to the side, because at the same time, he could feel something emerging from both his knuckles.

In the next instant, three blade-like bones about 30 centimeters long shot out from the skin of Emery's two knuckles. At glance, they looked very menacing.

Now that he was ready, the addictive taste of power brought so much unstoppable emotion, that he smiled wolfishly at Vizla and opened his mouth.

"I will make you regret your decision not to attack me when you had the chance!"

Instead of being deterred, Vizla turned amused more than ever. "Is that so? Then prove it to me!"

Without saying anything else, the figures of both Emery and Vizla disappeared from where they were. They shot towards each other at great speed and launched attacks of their own. Vizla with his huge fangs on his arm and Emery with his blade-like protruded bones.

CLANK!!

The two of them were pushed a few feet away from each other, as neither of them was stronger than the other. This naturally fueled their fighting spirit and quickly brought them to another round of furiously exchanging attacks.

Clannkk!! Clankk!! Clank!!

With every hit Emery managed to connect, cracks would appear in the crystal-like scale armor covering Vizla's body. On the other hand, each blow Vizla managed to land on Emery's body would cause bruises and blood to splatter around.

It might seem like Emery was still at a disadvantage, as he continued to accumulate injuries, while his opponent only had his armor destroyed. However, that was not the case at all, because in a few seconds, the bloody wounds on Emery's body would quickly heal and look as if nothing happened to it.

Vizla couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this. "Wow! Such a high regeneration you have there!"

The man still had the guts to speak, even though he was locked in a fierce battle.

Emery didn't respond to his opponent's remark and just smirked inwardly, thinking that would be the reason for the other party's downfall.

Right now, the battle between Emery and Vizla could be described as a brawl between the two top-rank bloodlines, dark fur wolves and crystal green serpents. It had turned out to be such an riveting and extraordinary spectacle that the audience raised their cheers, not only for Vizla, but for Emery as well.

Many wounds appeared only to be healed in the next moment, crystal-like scales broken only to regrow afterwards. The duel had become a battle of endurance. Unfortunately, this was something Emery lacked.

Ten minutes had passed since Emery had turned into Night Wolf. It was much longer than he thought he would get, and the primal urge had once again developed to the point it would already have taken control had it not been for him holding it in.

As much as he hated losing this fight, Emery hated the fact he would soon not be in control of himself. He had to end the duel immediately, so that was exactly what he was planning to do.

Crack! A crisp sound was heard as Emery finally managed to crack open Vizla's armor. Unlike before, he could see that it wasn't recovering fast enough. Knowing he barely had time left, Emery decided to ignore Vizla's next attack.

Splat!

Blood splattered, as Vizla had his fang penetrate through Emery's chest. The man looked gleeful as he said, "I win! Hahaha, I wi-"

However, his quirky smile quickly froze, as he realized the gritted teeth Emery had turned to a faint smile. Before he could even do anything, Emery extended his two arms and struck towards Vizla's chest as well.

Splllaaaatt!!

"Argggghhh!"

Vizla pulled his hand and separated from Emery. Blood dripped profusely to the ground, as he moved away from Emery. On the other hand, Emery's situation was no better. He fell to its knees and he coughed out blood, but once again he stood up and shouted at his opponent.

"Come on! Fight me!"

His opponent, however, quickly raised both of his hands. "No! No, I give up! I have enough already. Urrggh You win! You win!"

It was a surprising turned and made Emery stop in his tracks.

Emery was supposed to be happy as he finally got his hard-fought win, but the urge within him caused him to lose his rationality and so he was ready for another charge.

Vizla couldn't believe it when he saw the ferocious look on Emery's eyes and what it implied. He immediately became terrified and quickly shouted.

"No! Are you crazy?! Stop! Wait! Think about Silva!"

Silva's name was enough to make Emery stall his steps. At the same time, the referee magus who was standing at the side immediately came in between them and announced the end of the duel and, simultaneously, Emery's victory.

When he heard that, Emery quickly tried to suppress the urge and take back control of his body. As he gradually returned to his human form, the gaping wound on his chest also started to close up.

Emery stood firmly at where he was, while Vizla who was still in pain coughed and said,

"You crazy... Good! Crazy good! Congratulations on your win!"

Emery actually didn't care much about his victory over the duel, but rather the deal they had agreed on beforehand.

"Just keep your word."

"Of course" Vizla said those words with a small wicked smile on his face, causing Emery to feel uncomfortable.

He ignored the man's antics and turned around to exit the arena. However, he noticed that a familiar person was approaching their location. It was Silva's uncle, Duke Syre. Emery didn't expect the grand magus had been watching the duel.

The man briefly looked at Emery, before turning his gaze towards Vizla, "You had your fun already, young master. Your mother is now ready to talk with both of you."

The words Duke Syre spoke caught Emery off guard.

Young master? Mother?

Unaware of Emery's thoughts, Vizla quickly tried to stand up but struggled to do so. Then, he turned to Emery with a grin on his face.

"I haven't properly introduced myself, haven't I? I am Vizla Ouraboros, the heiress's, Silva older brother." The man had his signature smirk on his face once again.

Emery became speechless. Now that he thought about it, Silva and this infuriating young man did have some resemblance with each other. Moreover, their names were actually almost the same.

Now that he finally connected the dots, he turned to wonder what the guy was trying to do to him these last few days.