I Shall Cuck Everyone
Chapter 232 - 232: Yellow Aura

In a sudden twist, the formidable beast vanishes from its position, hurtling towards Zamira with relentless speed. As it draws nearer, it unleashes a barrage of muddy projectiles, aiming to ensnare her. But the beast's assault doesn't stop there. The ground beneath Zamira's feet undergoes a rapid transformation, morphing into a vast, adhesive morass that restricts her movements.

Keenly aware of the beast's maneuvers, Zamira clenches her jaw and resheathes her sword.

'This lowly creature presumes I am inept at close combat. If I possessed an ability, this confrontation would have been far simpler. Yet, the presence of an ability is inconsequential; what truly matters is determination, resilience, and diligent effort. I shall demonstrate to this beast the culmination of my acquired skills and techniques.

Today will not mirror the past, where I fell short against a demon-rank adversary,' Zamira ruminates inwardly, her fists clenched tightly while a yellowish aura envelops her entire being.

This aura emanates a resemblance to that of a dhampir, causing Jake to squint his eyes from his concealed vantage point.

"That energy feels familiar. It bears semblance to a dhampir's aura, but there's also a hint of primal energy, according to Mimi's explanation. I haven't been separated from Mimi for such an extended period, and I yearn for her presence. There's more to primal energy and dhampir energy than meets the eye," Jake muses internally, contemplating the unfolding battle.

Closing in on Zamira, the beast extends its right arm, launching a formidable punch aimed at her face. The punch carries an immense force, distorting the air surrounding it. Yet, with effortless grace, Zamira intercepts the beast's punch with her left hand, countering by delivering a swift blow to its abdomen, causing it to lose its balance.

Undeterred, Zamira persists, breaking free from the mud that had ensnared her feet and swiftly maneuvering behind the beast, forcefully slamming both hands into its back.

CRACK<<<<

The impact of Zamira's hands against the beast's back creates a series of fractures that spider web across the ground, causing the creature's feet to sink into the earth.

"ROAR!!"

Fueled by anger, the beast bellows and rapidly retreats from its previous position, escaping Zamira's range of attack.

Whirling around in a circular motion, the beast scans its surroundings, only to find Zamira mysteriously absent, a surprised expression gracing its face. However, instead of exhibiting fear, a palpable sense of excitement emanates from the creature.

"Searching for me?" a voice echoes from above.

Lifting its gaze, the beast witnesses Zamira descending with her sword firmly gripped in both hands, emanating a vibrant yellow glow. Additionally, two magnificent black wings adorned with a golden energy sprout from her back.

Observing this spectacle, a fleeting moment of fear grips the beast, instinctively activating all its survival mechanisms.

Meanwhile, I hover several meters above the ongoing confrontation between Zamira and the demon-rank beast.

I am awe-struck by the efficiency and precision of Zamira's assault. It surpasses even the most captivating battle scenes I've encountered, including Alphonso's. Moreover, her wings are both impressive and captivating. Naturally, the wings of female vampires draw the attention of males. Strangely, as I watch her engaged in combat, a tingling sensation courses through me.

This woman... I yearn to conquer her.

"Swordcraft <<One Thousand Blade Cuts>>!!" Zamira bellows as she swings her sword, gripping it tightly as a tremendous surge of red aura, coated with a vibrant yellow energy, erupts from the blade.

Witnessing the imminent attack, the beast swiftly splits itself into two parts, causing Zamira's strike to pass through its midsection as it divides itself in half.

"SWOOOSH!!!!"

BOOM RUMBLE

The force of Zamira's slash cleaves through the hardened ground as if it were butter, relentlessly cutting through the planet's terrain like tofu. Cracks fracture the surface, spanning several kilometers, while tremors reverberate across different parts of the planet as the attack subsides.

Zamira stands resolute, her sword resting casually upon her shoulder as the yellow aura dances violently around her form.

Gradually, the beast's fragmented body undergoes a transformation, reverting to its humanoid shape. Its right hand morphs into a thick, razor-sharp blade, while its eyes appear hollow, devoid of life.

Surveying the unfolding scene, I find myself dumbfounded by the blistering pace of events. What strikes me as I watch this intense battle is that Zamira's attacks, amplified by the yellow energy, have intensified and brought about widespread destruction.

I had encountered this energy once before, on the day I first opened my acupoints. Traces of it have consistently accompanied my use of God's Eyes. However, employing God's Eyes regularly strains me. Moreover, from what little I know, this energy is referred to as Chaos energy. Its destructiveness is unparalleled.

Yet, according to Mimi's explanation, Chaos energy is wild and untamable, which accounts for my inability to harness it.

"You've survived my assault once again. You're undeniably tenacious. However, I have yet to unleash my full strength, just as you have not. I believe my current state results from being a newly evolved demon-rank beast. Nonetheless, I have not reached my limits," Zamira declares with a sense of pride, affording the beast another opportunity to prove itself a formidable adversary.

"Have I grown so powerful that even a demon-rank beast appears feeble in my eyes? I hope this encounter will push me to my limits," Zamira ponders inwardly.

Suddenly, the aura enveloping the beast turns chillingly cold, instilling a hint of caution in Zamira, reminiscent of the spider queen's actions.

"You possess strength, there is no denying it. But I have yet to unleash my full power, just like you. The reason for my current state is that I am a newly evolved demon-rank beast. However, I have not reached my zenith," the beast proclaims, raising both hands skyward.

In an instant, thousands of projectiles erupt from the ground, levitating in the air and directly aimed at Zamira. Each of these projectiles possesses the strength to effortlessly dispatch an average vampire noble. And now, thousands of them are directed towards Zamira.

Confronted with an assault of such magnitude, a smirk graces Zamira's face as she firmly grasps the hilt of her sword and twists it. Instantly, frost begins to encase the blade, unbeknownst to the beast.

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