Reincarnated with a lucky draw system - Chapter 295

Chapter 295: SPAR AGAINST DRACULA IV
“You are too young to deceive me,” Dracula muttered as a matter of fact, his voice steady and unflinching. He swung his hands toward the encroaching lightning with fluid precision, his movements betraying no hint of urgency or concern.

“Huh?” Aaron muttered in surprise, his brow furrowing as he reached up to clean his nose in confusion. A strange sensation tickled his senses, unexpected and disorienting amid the heat of battle.

From his nose, a small trickle of blood escaped his body, drawn outward as if by an invisible force. It floated toward Dracula, coalescing into tiny, razor-sharp needles that glinted ominously under the arena’s ethereal lights.

The blood-formed needles struck each lightning serpent and the pursuing flame spheres with pinpoint accuracy. They embedded briefly before exploding in a brilliant burst, shattering Aaron’s attacks in a cascade of sparks and embers that scattered harmlessly across the earthen platform.

“Quite an interesting control you have over your blood. I can’t directly harm you with your blood as long as it’s within you,” Dracula praised, his tone measured and analytical. He stretched his hand outward, the stolen blood hovering above his palm like a crimson orb, suspended in mid-air with effortless command.

With Aaron being immortal, his blood could not be destroyed unless he willed it, consciously or subconsciously. It pulsed with vital energy, resilient and eternal, a reflection of his unyielding life force.

But with Dracula now controlling the blood, he ensured it retained its immortal traits, manipulating it like an extension of his own will. The droplets shimmered faintly, defying gravity as they obeyed his silent directives.

“How did you control my blood?” Aaron asked in genuine surprise, staring at Dracula without full comprehension. His eyes narrowed, searching for clues in the ancient vampire’s impassive features, the feat defying his understanding of his own powers.

“I am Dracula. All blood is mine to control. There is a reason the entire universe ganged up against me,” Dracula replied, maintaining his expressionless face. His words carried the weight of history, a reminder of battles long past and fears that spanned galaxies.

“But I should have complete control over my blood. My bloodline is of—”

“The origin rank. Quite a capable bloodline to command all creatures born of the night,” Dracula attested to Aaron’s unfinished words, a knowing smile faintly curving his lips. His red eyes gleamed with insight, as if peering into the very essence of Aaron’s being.

He had read the intricate information from the genetic blueprint stored within Aaron’s blood, unraveling its secrets with the ease of one who had mastered such arts eons ago. The crimson liquid revealed volumes, a living archive of lineage and power.

“You have quite the potential. But you haven’t exactly honed your abilities to the best of their capabilities. All you have done is defeat your enemies with overwhelming might. I’m sure you have never defeated an enemy on equal footing with you,” Dracula said, easily deciphering Aaron’s fighting tactics from their brief exchange. His analysis cut deep, exposing patterns Aaron himself had overlooked in his rise to power.

Aaron refrained from responding immediately, listening attentively to Dracula’s words. He absorbed the critique with a thoughtful expression, recognizing the unvarnished truth in them, the ancient wisdom offering a mirror to his own methods.

“You have so many diverse abilities that you are the perfect representation of jack of all trades but master of none. But for people like me, I have honed just one ability to the extreme limit until I am unrivaled with just that ability,” Dracula lectured further, his voice steady and instructive. He drew more droplets of blood from Aaron, the crimson essence pulling toward him like iron to a magnet.

“But should you master your abilities to the extreme just like I have done to mine, you will never have an equal,” Dracula explained, his eyes locking onto Aaron’s with piercing intensity. The advice carried the gravity of experience, a rare gift from one legend to another.

Drawing the latent essence within Aaron’s blood, Dracula achieved the seemingly impossible. He manifested eternal flames from it, the fire blooming in his palm with an undying glow that illuminated the arena in warm, flickering light.

“Oi. This battle is beginning to look serious,” Aaron muttered in shock, his eyes widening as he watched Dracula summon the eternal flames from his own blood. The flames danced with an otherworldly persistence, defying extinction.

Dracula released the flames with a casual flick of his wrist, hurling them toward Aaron in a blazing arc. The fire roared through the air, leaving trails of heat that distorted the surroundings, hungry and relentless in their pursuit.

A swirling shadow materialized before Aaron like a living shield, expanding rapidly to engulf the incoming flames. It swallowed them whole in one voracious gulp, the darkness snuffing out the light with a hiss, leaving only faint wisps of smoke curling in the aftermath.

“How did you do that?” Aaron demanded, his voice laced with astonishment, still grappling with the mechanics of Dracula’s feat.

“Your blood, especially your white blood cells, contains nuclei that house DNA. This DNA stores the genetic makeup of every being,” Dracula explained patiently, his tone like a mentor unveiling hidden truths.

“All I did was simply draw out the genetic construct concerning the flames you use, amplify it, and call forth the flames, with mana supporting them to reduce the workload on your blood.” He gestured subtly, illustrating the process as if it were a simple equation.

“While this process is usually automatic for you, I have to do it manually, expending a lot of time compared to you, which I have shortened to a great degree through constant use and mastery. This is the reason I am greatly feared by every powerhouse in the universe,” Dracula elaborated, his words causing Aaron’s mind to whirl from the sheer complexity and ingenuity of his actions.

“Let us resume our battle. I have given you the way to regain victory after all, and the flaw in my abilities,” Dracula concluded, his stance shifting back to readiness. He resumed the battle with a subtle motion, the air growing taut once more.

“The more I hear him talk, the more I realize just how low my chances of winning are,” Aaron muttered under his breath, a wry smile still lingering on his face. Despite the daunting revelation, excitement flickered in his eyes, the challenge fueling his unyielding spirit.