They all call me Great Master

On the outskirts of South Los, within Harris's secret base, someone had broken in!

The new Rat Tail Alley chief was not only meticulous in selecting this secret base, but he had also arranged for two secret technique alarms.

Each was exceedingly concealed and in tune with his intentions.

After all, what lay within was much more than just two chests of gold.

There were also the secret technique materials he'd spent his life studying after he inherited them.

That's why he was so cautious.

Indeed, even the covetous reason for those two chests of gold was for the sake of that very secret technique.

Now that the alarm had been triggered, it hit the deepest nerve in Harris's heart—The new Rat Tail Alley chief glared at the member of the Bloodline Clan by his side with unparalleled ferocity.

Because, when the alarm went off, he "saw" the intruder.

Although the face wasn't clear, the crimson in those eyes was unmistakable.

As is well known, only the eyes of the Bloodline Clan are crimson.

Add to that Arthur's tone of exhaustion from shouting earlier, and unwelcome speculations unfolded in the chief's mind.

Keep in mind, Arthur's tone didn't sound like he was addressing an equal collaborator.

Rather, it was as though he was reprimanding a subordinate.

So...

'Could it be that the member of the Bloodline Clan at my side is not a real member, but a high order Blood Descendant in disguise?

The real members of the Bloodline Clan must have gotten some information about me from that damned Spirit Medium and then deduced something, thereby secretly monitoring me and finding my hidden base?

Was the unease I've been feeling because of this?'

The conjecture in his heart caused the chief's murderous intent to surge, and he said in a deep voice—

"Remove your hood!"

The biggest difference between a Blood Descendant and a member of the Bloodline Clan lies in the red glint within their eyes.

Though Blood Descendants' eyes have red, it's far less bright than that of the Bloodline Clan's.

And to confirm his suspicions, all Harris needed to do was to check the eyes beneath the hood.

If the person beneath the hood was a member of the Bloodline Clan, then the scene he just witnessed was someone else's setup. But if the person wasn't, obviously the other party was up to no good.

Harris, with his muscles tense, kept his gaze fixed on the other.

The new Rat Tail Alley chief was waiting for the answer.

The result...

The once-mysterious member of the Bloodline Clan turned and fled.

This action disclosed the answer.

There was no longer any need to check the eyes.

Everything was confirmed.

It was someone from the Bloodline Clan playing tricks!

"Ah!

I'll kill you!"

An enraged Harris charged towards the Blood Descendant disguised as a member of the Bloodline Clan.

With just one step forward, the chief's figure vanished from the spot, only to appear from the shadow of the disguised Bloodline Clan member.

With a ferocious expression, Harris grabbed the disguised member.

His palm was condensing darkness.

Before it even touched the hood, the material began to corrode.

Hiss, hiss!

Amid sounds reminiscent of sulfuric acid burning flesh, the disguised Bloodline Clan member revealed his true face—pale, young, with crimson eyes but devoid of any sparkling light.

Indeed a high order Blood Descendant.

Harris's anger intensified.

Staring at those unflashing crimson eyes, he seemed to witness endless mockery.

Without any hesitation, the pitch-black palm smashed down hard.

The high order Blood Descendant didn't dodge, slightly tilting his head to take the blow on his shoulder, while simultaneously thrusting out his palm.

Bang!

Splat!

Almost simultaneously, their attacks landed on each other.
Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

The pitch-black palm hit the shoulder of the high order Blood Descendant, causing bone-crushing injuries, and the darkness began to corrode the Blood Descendant's body.

Even so, the high order Blood Descendant's palm penetrated Harris's soft belly.

"Do you think such an attack will work on me?"

Harris, with his belly impaled, merely sneered, completely unconcerned.

The High Order Blood Descendant, whose body began to corrode, also wore a cold smile on his face.

"How would you know without trying?

Blood Gladiators never back down!"

As he spoke, the High Order Blood Descendant rotated his palm—his nails, meticulously trimmed and soaked in medicine year-round, easily stirred Harris's abdominal muscles and organs.

Furthermore, upon contact with blood, those nails sharper than a dagger began to release toxins.

Harris's expression darkened.

The newly appointed leader of Rat Tail Alley sensed this change immediately.

Instantly, blackness rose from the shadows beneath the feet of the new leader, starting to block the release of the toxins in his belly and healing the wounds in a very special way.

"It's useless!"

Facing the attack of the Blood Gladiator, Harris contemptuously curled the corner of his mouth.

If it were the Blood Bride or the Bloody Warrior, he would be cautious.

But facing a Blood Gladiator?

There was no need!

Observing such a change, the Blood Gladiator opened his mouth and aimed a bite at Harris's neck, but was blocked once again by the blackness.

The resilience of that black force far surpassed expectation; the Blood Gladiator's teeth not only failed to reach Harris's neck but were also being eroded by the black power.

In almost an instant, half of his face was gone, revealing a chilling skeleton beneath.

Yet the Blood Gladiator did not care at all.

He allowed this power to erode him.

Because his goal had been achieved.

At that moment, Harris also realized something was wrong.

The new leader of Rat Tail Alley wanted to shake off the Blood Gladiator immediately.

But,

It was too late!

Boom!

The Blood Gladiator's body exploded on the spot.

The power of the Bloody Warrior wasn't much different from that of the Blood Gladiator, but what made them far more feared than Blood Gladiators was precisely this self-destruct ability, even if such self-destruction required time to prepare.

Because the self-destruction was not just about the explosive force.

It was also about—

Blood Poison!

Anyone who came into contact with it would find their skin festering, and the wounds wouldn't heal until their blood ran dry.

A crimson flash shimmered and was gone, then blood mist enveloped the entire square.

Harris's screams rose along with it.

"You're not a Blood Gladiator!

You're a Bloody Warrior!"

His voice was full of disbelief and regret.

Arthur, who had already retreated to a safe distance, couldn't help but curl his lip upon hearing this pretentious shout.

Such bad acting!

When Arthur spotted the 'Blood Descendant' appearing with Harris, he knew something was off—no one could be clearer about the difference between the 'Bloodline Clan' and 'Blood Descendants' than him.

Undoubtedly, the 'Blood Descendant' before him was likely a stand-in for someone from the 'Bloodline Clan.'

Or to put it precisely…

A warning mechanism!

Like a secret technique alarm!

But more flexible!

However, this was more advantageous for Arthur!

The young Spirit Medium immediately made a slight change to the original plan, enlarging the actions of the 'Blood Descendants' raiding Harris's secret base a bit more.

At the same time, he began to bluff Harris and the 'Blood Descendant.'

Harris didn't know that the 'Bloodline Clan' member beside him was a 'Blood Descendant.'

And the 'Blood Descendant' couldn't communicate with his own creator's intentions.

Capitalizing on this lack of information, Arthur easily achieved the situation he wanted.

Even if Harris detected something amiss, it didn't matter.

This was also within Arthur's expectations.

Moreover, compared to the new leader of Rat Tail Alley, Arthur looked at the scarlet mist before him with a trace of sighs rising in his heart.