Vincent was holding his head too tightly, seemingly having no intention of letting him go.

Although Vincent was getting more and more injured, he gritted his teeth to endure the pain and focused on controlling the suction force, helping it envelop the crimson one from head to toe.

He knew for a fact that there was no way to get rid of the crimson one. No matter what he does and how many times he destroys his body, the crimson one wouldn't die. The only way to get out of the crimson one's paradise was to kill him. The only way to solve this situation was to seal him back in his body. He had no choice but to use his body as a medium to stop the crimson one as that was the only way.

"No! I am not going back in there!" The crimson one struggle grew more and more violent.

He didn't want to return to the dim darkness where the silence had held him for more than a decade.

He had just tasted freedom and didn't want to let go of it, even if it meant crippling his actual body.

Thus, he didn't pull back any punches and did his best to grasp on to the dimming light of freedom.

Vincent, on the other hand, continued to release more suction force and tried his best to seal him relentlessly. He would've indeed dropped to the ground by now, but thanks to the healing power in his body that was healing his wounds at a rapid phase, he was able to hold on to his consciousness.

The suction force had enveloped the crimson one to the waist when crimson shockwaves burst out of his body and crashed on Vincent's chest. This one was too oppressive. Not only did Vincent iron-grip lose all its strength, but he also got blasted backward.

"You're persistent as hell." Vincent clicked his tongue as he slid back. The moment he came to a stop, blood rushed out of both his palm and condensed into twin crimson swords.

"Spurt!" "Spurt!" Courtesy to the Hell's paradise, two more slashes appeared on Vincent's flesh, one on his ankle and the other on his chest. The worst thing about these wounds was that the healing energy in his body couldn't heal them, leaving him losing blood at a considerable rate.

[-2 units of blood]

He didn't have more than several minutes left to defeat the crimson before he ran out of his blood.

Vincent's expression fell. He was running out of time, and his combat capabilities were also dropping each time the slash count on his body increased.

The crimson one had an equally dim expression on his face. Being forced to express the dread of almost getting sealed had seriously enraged him.

"You asked for it," he said as he raised his hands, and immediately several crimson bubbles charged out of the water surface. All of them were the size of a cannonball, and each of them extended to a meter and a half in length before becoming sharper and solid. They all took the shape of katanas.

"This is the innate racial trait I gained from dismantling my creation, Asura."

The crimson one glared at Vincent, and the swords hovering around him pointed their sharp ends towards him.

"Avoid it if you can, but my swords will follow you until you die!"

With those words, the weapons charged towards Vincent with such speeds that they left arcs of crimson light in their wake. Six katanas moved at once, and any combatant in the intermediate stage would've indeed died as they wouldn't be able to avoid them no matter what they did. Heck, they might not be able to put up a defense before getting their bodies chopped into pieces by the sword, but Vincent wasn't the same.

"I won't avoid them," Vincent said with a maniacal look on his face.

He was not only able to see the katanas but also determine their trajectory. And instead of moving backward to gain a distance between them, he moved towards them, closing the distance.

He was performing the act of a maniac!

Blood Gear: The crimson Ruler

While moving towards them with a fearless expression on his face, Vincent accelerated his blood flow, causing an increase in his reaction time and speed. At the same time, throbbing veins popped all over his body. From head to toe, one could see veins trying to bum out of Vincent's skin.

One of the swords came close to Vincent, and his eyes narrowed to reveal a sharp look on his face as he took a quick step to evade it. The sword went past him, took a turn, and charged towards his back. Five more came from in front simultaneously. He had expected all that to happen. He moved towards the nearest katanas in front of him as another one homed on to his back.

One was about to pierce his back, and the other his chest, but at that very instant, Vincent stomped his foot on the ground and vanished, causing the two swords to clash with each other. The moment that happened, they exploded, releasing immense shockwaves that reached the crimson one and caused his clothes and hair to flutter.

The fact that the katanas would explode on impact was a truth that the crimson one had intentionally kept a secret from Vincent. Thankfully, Vincent evaded them instead of fending them off using his weapon, or he would have been in severe danger.

Vincent took this chance to move past the rest of the katanas. However, they chased after him, intending on cutting and blasting him apart. Though, that's just what he wanted.

The crimson one saw an arrogant smirk on his opponent's face.

[-4 units of blood]

[Physical body's blood: 6/10 units]

In the very next split of a second, blood surged out of Vincent's back, taking the shape of fox-like tails that shot towards the katanas way behind him, extending outwards like the tentacles of a Kraken!