CLANG! The lightning-filled sword came down at me heavily moment with earth-shaking power, but it reached close; its momentum began to lessen, but the Grimm already expected it and pushed hard and clashed against my spear. The storm of lightning traveled toward my spear, and this time, its journey was not unimpeded; thousands of red and black runes lit up across the spear, and they clashed against the lightning; by the time lightning had reached me, more thank of half of it had been destroyed. 'What a power,' I said in shock as the lightning covered me; the violet lightning was really something; it wanted to melt me but, at the same time, drill inside me. A fraction of a second after it had covered, my armor had turned vicious once again and sucked all the lightning of bloodline energy, while at the same time, I swung my spear toward it. I have a huge change in my inheritance; I have my strengths made even stronger and created measures against my weaknesses. I could now swallow the energy much faster rate; it is not just swallowing that faster but breaking and processing it before sending it to my runes has also become faster. As for my weakness, that slow field was the answer to that; it swallows up the momentum of the physical attacks. It was inspired by the swallowing field that I used to have a few years ago; the field was meters in diameter, while this one is a bare few inches, but which is more than enough. CLANG CLANG CLANG Its halberd begins to clash against my spear at lightning-fast speed; each attack would be faster and stronger. At every attack, I will be swallowed by a threatening amount of lightning, which I would swallow back in a fraction of a second. Seconds passed and turned minutes and minutes into two; three minutes have passed, and it continued to shower me with this storm of lightning when suddenly the formations inside roared in power; as in a storm of battle, a gentle whisper of strange energy came flowing, unabated by the shockwaves before hitting me. It was the strongest beguiling attack I had been hit during the battle, and I was not the only one; it also got hit by it. Its deep violet eye became hazy, clearly affected, but not enough to lose itself. I could see in its gaze that it is very much in control; its continued attack is proof of that. It continued with the attack for seven seconds, and in the seven seconds, all the effects vanished, and its one became normal as it looked at me with complete focus. "This place is too dangerous; we can't just fight it forever," It said, not only to me but to himself. "I had said to you before it is better we do not fight; it is not safe in this place," I said, to which it nodded. "You are right, but killing you is important, and that is a risk I am willing to take," it said, and I couldn't help but smile hearing that. "You think you could?" I asked. "You are not even able to injure me till now and thinking of killing me; you are really something," I said, and Bearman glowered at me like never before. BOOOM! "You will see that within a minute, I will have your head in my hands," it said with a toothed laugh, and the aura burst out; the aura so powerful that I felt like it was pushing me, and I nearly lifted my leg to take a step back from the strong force of compulsion present in its. The aura that was released was thick as blood; it covered its whole body before flying up and gathered, where it had transformed into the most realistic bloodline phantom I had ever seen. I did not even look at the eyes, but I felt a strong compulsion to bow to them. If I had the weak will, I might have done that, but I stayed on my spot, and the phantom disappeared back into its body, consolidating its strength, that nearly forced me to bring out my sword, but I controlled that urge and gripped my spear tighter. "Now, you die!" It said, and suddenly everything was cold. The Violet Eyed Bearman Tribe could use any element; as long as they awaken their bloodline, they gain domain over elements. Most Bearman tried to focus on one or two elements, while this one seemed to have focused on three and had really good mastery over them from what I had seen. "Arena of Violet Frost!" It shouted, and immediately, I felt the surrounding around me changing. The frosted lava-destroyed forest vanished, and what appeared to be a grand arena, I felt suppressed. It suppresses every cell of mine, but it is not the most dangerous aspect of it. The most dangerous aspect of it is complete elemental authority; I could feel it, and the only domains that are called realized domains are the reason why it could make it so elaborate. I wanted to summon mine, but I resisted that urge. "A realized domain; it is pretty good," I said as I looked around; I had come across many domains, but those were just regular domains; not a single one had been a realized domain like this one. Though I have come across some copies, those were just copies, and this is a real deal. "What you see is just a surface; you can't imagine the power of my domain," it said, and it came at me. In the domain, its speed and power had reached a completely different level, and if I did not bring out mine this very instant, then I would pay the price with my death. First Burst + Second Burst + Third Burst Millions of runes lit up inside me as I activated all three of my boosts and began to pour the power; it is not just the power of the inheritance energy that begins to pour out but mixed within its internal energy. I have activated the boosts multiple times inside the safe zone to get used to it, but even now, I couldn't get used to this massive power; it was very hard. It took me all my willpower not to moan as this power-filled every part of me. "Die, you bastard!" It shouted as it appeared in front of me in an instant and swung its halberd, which seemed to be gathering the frost energy present in its tip as it came at me, while at the same time, icy ropes came down from the ground and begin to climb over me. 'Spikes,' I muttered, and formation lit up; with it, I stopped worrying about the icy binding and attacked the bastard, and for the first time in the battle, I used the mountain cleaving style. The Grimm is right; I only scratched the surface as I made a move, and the suppression on me began to increase rapidly. The suppression here had reached such power that High-Grandmasters would explode into the shower of blood and gore, with no power to defend against it.