They all call me Great Master

"Blood Descendant" Auburn's words suddenly halted.

Everyone could see the surprise on the face of this "Blood Descendant".

Then, everyone heard what this "Blood Descendant" had to say—

"So it's like this…

Interesting! Interesting!"

While uttering these words, the "Blood Descendant" turned his gaze towards Freeman.

"Well done."

The "Blood Descendant" praised Freeman.

Then, the "Blood Descendant" looked seriously at Freeman, with a trace of solemnity in his crimson eyes, and his voice carried a weight.

"Would you like to be my son?"

Facing the "Blood Descendant's" inquiry, Freeman, who had just regrown an arm, started to tremble.

Wasn't this what he had dreamt of?

Not just any casual deal, but true blood kinship.

Without any hesitation, Freeman prostrated on the ground in an extremely awkward posture, as if he were worshiping.

"Yes, Father!"

And right after these words fell, a wax pellet appeared in the newly regrown hand of Freeman.

Even with the wax barrier, Freeman could smell the fragrance.

It was different from the scent of hunting any food.

What was before him was…

a Gift!

The instincts of a Blood Gladiator made his whole body shiver; there was no question of pinching open the wax pellet. He swallowed it down whole, wax and all.

The next moment, the abundant energy of the "Bloodline Clan" surged like a flood breaking through a dam, roaring and surging within Freeman's body.

Just in an instant, Freeman's fragmented body became complete.

After that, his complete body started to grow taller and change attire.

As a Blood Gladiator, Freeman was nearly two meters tall, with an arm circumference of a full 60 centimeters.

But now, with each breath, Freeman's height grew by one centimeter, his arms and thighs thickened.

After exactly 30 breaths, Freeman's height had reached two meters and thirty centimeters, his arms were a full 65 centimeters, and his taut thighs resembled two marble pillars.

But these were not important.

What was important was that Freeman had not only gained greater strength, faster speed, and higher recovery, but he had also mastered some of the "Bloodline Clan's" secret techniques.

In fact, within the "Bloodline Clan's" definition, Blood Gladiators fight with their bare hands for others' entertainment, whereas Bloody Warriors are different.

Bloody Warriors appearing on the battlefield are not only more versatile but also more ferocious!

The skin of any Bloody Warrior is like a well-tanned, high-quality leather armor, and when they enter a bloodthirsty state, their strength and speed increase dramatically, and they also forget the pain.

This is also why other forces are so wary of the "Bloodline Clan".

After briefly sensing his own changes, Freeman knelt on one knee before the "Blood Descendant".

"Father!"

Freeman became even more respectful.

The "Blood Descendant" nodded.

"This mission is over, and you now need to fully comprehend this newfound power—I look forward to your performance."

The "Blood Descendant" said this.

"Yes, Father!"

Freeman immediately nodded, then stepped aside.

That abyss-like murderous aura was still there, but now Freeman could withstand it with his body.

Of course, what was most important was that the target of that murderous intent was not him.

But his father.

Freeman stood in front of Miss Amur, using his towering figure to share the brunt of this murderous intent for the Miss Staff.

Miss Amur, however, disdainfully took a step back.

The excrement was wiped clean.

But the smell still lingered.

According to her unique formula, it would remain for at least three days.

But these were not important.

What was important was that this method of enhancing strength was just too enviable, right?

In an instant, it surpassed what ordinary Mystic Side Persons pursue for a lifetime, becoming Arcana Level.

Even Miss Amur, with her strong disposition, felt somewhat disoriented at this moment.

And at that time—

"Miss Amur."

A call made the Miss Staff turn to look at the "Blood Descendant".

Soon after, a ring embellished with an emerald set in black iron was tossed toward her.

The Miss Staff instinctively raised her hand to catch it.

Then, she was utterly astonished.

Mystic Tools!

Not the disposable kind, but a true Mystic Tool!

"My son has benefited from your care. This is the long-standing reward, as well as a token of thanks for your presence this time—it originates from the Silver Age's dazzling Gentleman Thief Carmen, and it is an excellent protective Sharp Weapon."

The 'Blood Descendant' made a noble bow.

Seeing this, Miss Staff quickly recovered her composure.

She immediately returned the gesture.

"Thank you for your generosity. You have once again shown me the true demeanor of a noble gentleman," she said.

Miss Staff clutched the ring tightly, complimenting without sparing any praise.

In response, Arthur, who was controlling the 'Blood Descendant,' smiled inwardly.

What he gave to Amiel was the "Paralysis Ring"!

This ring, which had never displayed its abilities in Arthur's hands and had become secondary as Arthur's combat techniques grew increasingly diverse, was now gathering dust in storage, as the enemies Arthur faced became stronger, each akin to a monster. Hence, he decided to use it as a reward.

Rather than collect dust,

Why not...

Gain even more!

The Spirit Medium would never engage in a losing deal.

Now, as the 'Blood Descendant' had stepped onto the true stage, Arthur needed to show another aspect besides strength for the 'Blood Descendant'.

For instance, wealth, accumulation.

Only by doing so could he gain recognition.

Or rather...

Attract truly valuable people.

Thirteen bloodkin, and he had used just one.

With five more remaining, Arthur would certainly not let them go to waste.

Arthur intended to use these remaining twelve slots to create a 'new Bloodline Clan.'

And Amiel, skilled in Potion-making and adept at concocting Potions, was naturally a prime target.

Put simply, Arthur planned to use the "Paralysis Ring" to make Amiel entirely his, persuading her to willingly accept the identity of a bloodkin—this followed the recent reminder from the crippled Abel, stating the more wholeheartedly one embraced their identity, the greater the increase in power and potential upon becoming a 'Blood Gladiator' or 'Bloody Warrior.'

With the restraint of twenty-one contracts, Arthur certainly trusted the crippled Abel.

Just as he now believed the 'Blood Descendant's' performance had yielded significant results.

In fact, the moment Arthur, controlling his "vest" 'Blood Descendant,' threw the "Paralysis Ring" to Amiel, he could distinctly sense the surprise and wariness flickering in Catherine's green eyes before him.

The 'Blood Descendant' was too generous.

There was too much implied in this action.

At the very least, the 'Blood Descendant' was not poor.

Perhaps, he had already obtained the wealth rumored to belong to the 'Blood Marquis.'

As for whether it was fake?

Or whether it was all an act?

Impossible!

Underneath her father's 'Iron Blood Mutual Killing,' no one could play their part so calmly!

At this thought, Catherine began to reassess the 'Blood Descendant' before her.

Meanwhile, the killing intent that poured down from the sky like a waterfall became increasingly solid.

The owner of this killing intent seemed discontent with being ignored.

This owner of the killing intent wanted to showcase his own strength.

He wanted to personally test the 'Blood Descendant's' prowess.

And the 'Blood Descendant,' with his arms crossed over his chest and his head held high, wore a thick smirk of disdain on his face.

"I let you off this time!

Next time, it won't be so easy!" he said.

After speaking, the 'Blood Descendant' turned into a mist and vanished.

The murderous intent from the heavens paused.

Then, it became furious.

The evening sky that blocked the setting sun was blown away.

But the blood-red sunlight did not pour down.

On the contrary, the entire sky darkened.

Because—

He had arrived.