In the crimson one's hell's paradise, there weren't any safe places. The more time a person spends in this place, the more wounds they will get on their flesh. That's why one needed to end the fight as fast as possible, and Vincent recklessly charged towards the crimson one for the same reason.
"See how restless you are, just like a rat trying to dash back to its hole for the sake of survival."
The crimson one taunted Vincent by clicking his tongue, showing that he was disappointed with the way he was recklessly charging towards him.
Vincent didn't use his tongue to fight back. He knew that he had no time to exchange more words with the crimson one and that he needed to end the fight by sealing him inside of himself as fast as possible.
Thus, he ran straight at him, and the moment he reached somewhat close to him, he directed the blood flowing across his veins as well as all of the battle energy in his body towards the tip of his right foot. The water surface below rippled as his leg's muscles tightened, bulging veins appearing on the pale skin of his right leg. All the different types of forces gathered at one point—the tip of his foot. An intense feeling of overwhelming strength overtook Vincent's nervousness and other emotions. He could feel it in his bones—the power brought by Noah unsealing one of the nine seals. Thanks to his newfound strength, his blood vessels didn't explode from the overload of blood, and due to the same reason, the pressure brought about by concentrating nearly a hundred units of battle energy into a single spot didn't crush his bones.
The crimson one didn't notice the changes that had taken place in Vincent's body. He didn't know about Noah, after all. Also, he didn't realize that it had unlocked one of the nine seals to bestow immense powers to Vincent.
Right now, Vincent was able to control all the blood and battle energy in his body as he liked. Moreover, his senses had sharpened; his reflexes had gotten way better, and his physical strength had increased by a large margin.
"Get ready. Now, it's my turn to whoop your ass!" The glow in Vincent's crimson eyes turned eerie as he glared daggers at the crimson one, who smirked back while standing on his spot with a carefree attitude.
He overlooked the immense amount of force that Vincent had gathered on his right foot.
Just like a fool, he underestimated his opponent and even opened his mouth to taunt him.
"No matter how many times you come at me, the winner among us two will not change."
Hearing the crimson one's words, Vincent couldn't help but smile.
"Oh, really?" Vincent showed the crimson one a broad smile as he crouched down while taking a deep breath of fresh.
The crimson one nodded his head and was about to demand his surrender when, at that very moment, Vincent blasted his body towards the crimson one with all his strength.
Vincent moved so fast that he left behind an afterimage, and the crimson one was still focusing on it, appearing no different than a buffoon in Vincent's mind.
He moved with such speed that he reached the crimson one before his aftermath could turn blurry. Hence, the crimson one failed to suspect that Vincent had made his move before he reached up to him. Then, Vincent immediately struck out, burying his fist covered with sharp blood spike into his chest.
Whoosh! The moment Vincent landed a strike on him, a sound of something breaking through the speed of air entered the crimson one's ears along with immense pain that spread from his chest and reached his head and toes.
'Huh?!' The crimson one's eyes widened to the size of walnuts as Vincent's afterimage suddenly vanished from his sight. Immediately after, he managed to notice the actual one standing an inch away from him with the sharpness of his fist stabbing into his body.
"You? How did Y-you?!"
As all of it happened in less than an instant of a second, it left the crimson one confused and writhing in pain.
Vincent raised his head and saw that disbelief was vivid on the crimson one's red face.
He was internally delighted to see that as he felt that he finally gained the upper hand against his adversary. However, he had no intention of laying it out on his face and focused on sealing him inside of his body.
"You don't need to know," Vincent said with a smile on his face as he twisted the fist that he had embedded into the crimson one's flesh, dealing him more damage and pain. The sharp ends protecting out of his fist cut deeper into the crimson's one flesh, giving him the taste of the pain that Vincent had just gone through.
Furthermore, as Vincent thought about sealing him, the nine symbols hidden in his brain pulsed rapidly and released a suction force that tried to suck the crimson one into the space where Vincent's father had once sealed him.
The crimson one didn't give a damn about the injuries on his body, but the moment he sensed something trying to seal him, his expression crumpled, causing him to look like a man suffering from constipation.
A treating sensation surged out of his very existence, and he was reminded of the decade of desolation that he had lived through to gain a chance like this. Knowing full well that the mysterious energy surging into his flesh was the same energy his father had used to seal him, the crimson one immediately used all his strength to fight back.
"Die!" Blood rushed out of his back, condensing into a scorpion tail with a sharp end, and he brought it down towards Vincent.
The crimson one attacked without holding anything back, and his attack contained a hell of a lot of killing intent. Vincent didn't doubt that he would die or at least be severely injured if that attack reached him.
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