"Hehehe. Not bad. Not bad." slowly rising up, a low chuckle escaped Obi's lips. From his tone, it sounded like as if he was the one who landed the critical hit. "You actually managed to injure me. Not bad!" he shrieked in excitement. Gi. Gi. Gi. Gi At the same time, a bizarre scene began to play out. Like sentient maggots, the sigils that were tattooed across his arms began moving. Like a spider weaves with its webs, the sigils shot outward. Weaving themselves together, all who were present were collectively stupified as they watched the exploded half of Obi's body rapidly regenerate. Bones. Flesh. Muscle fibres. All were regenerated in perfect details. "Are you surprised?" a ting of disappointment flickered across Obi's lips when he noticed the same blank expression on Oge's face. "Although the speed of our Regeneration cannot compare to that of True Vampires, we Summoners are capable of regenerating without limit. We are true unkillable beings!" throwing his head back, Obi r

"W--What just happened!" "Is the fight over?" "Did you see senior Obi move just now?!".. Ignoring the hushed whisperings and mumurings from the spectating students, Oge's brows were currently knitted. Despite the fact that she just got her right arm chopped off, there was no tinge of pain being displayed across her face. No. Instead, judging from the way her brows were slanted, she appeared like she was in some kind of deep trance like contemplation. [Finish the little midget. There's no point in dragging things out.] Obi nodded in agreement when he heard the voice of his contracted Hell Spawn boom in his head. Normally after a Summoner bonds with a Hell Spawn via a contractual agreement, the said Hell Spawn takes on the appearance of a unique tattoo on their body. This was called a Devil's Mandate. However during a Symbiosis Transformation, the essence of both the Summoner and their contracted Hell Spawn becomes in sync. In this state, telepathic communication between both

A week ago, a juicy news had begun circulating around the main campus. Apparently, an infamous Sophomore student who was known for his lewd personality had tried abusing his status to publicly humiliate and molest a female exchange students. According to how the stories went, a mysterious ashen haired exchange student had suddenly come to the bullied female student's rescue. Like a gentle manly white Knight, not only did he prevent her from being publicly humiliated, he was also able to trade blows with the sophomore student — on equal footing! If the sophomore student in question had been from a minor department like the Druid Department, then his defeat wouldn't have gathered so much momentum and discussion. However, the sophomore student turned out to be Kristoph! — not only was he a prodigy from the Shaman Department, he was also the younger brother of Ida Braun! In the entire main campus of Three Crowns Institute, this name belonged to one of the twelve individuals who stood

Snip! Fortunately for Obi, he managed to react to the strike in time. Retreating five steps away from Aiden, the claw swipe ended up missing its target by a couple inches. "Y--You Fiend! you wanted to kill me just now!" Obi unconsciously shuddered. If the strike had landed just now, his throat would have been completely torn apart. Swiping off the stains of blood caught across his claws, Henri shrugged in a casual manner. "Did I? but you managed to dodge it right on time.. just like I anticipated you would." 'what?!' Obi's expression suddenly sank. Noticing the twinkle in his opponent's eyes, a bad feeling suddenly overwhelmed him. Unfortunately by the time he was able to react to the situation, it was already a tad bit too late. De - Void! Unconsciously directing his gaze skyward, the last thing He saw was the blade of a kusarigama rapidly spinning. With every spin that blade made, it silently assimilated itself with the world. Realizing the impending danger of the situation,

"Unfortunately, that student completely overestimated his capabilities and made the mistake of underestimating you.." suddenly, the air around Aiden and Jean-Michel froze up. With a stoic expression slowly forming on his face, Jean-Michel continued slowly. "I won't make the same mistake!" As soon as Jean-Michel finished speaking, all ten of his fingers immediately went busy. Failing to locate "that mark" anywhere on Jean-Michel's body, Aiden helplessly retracted his gaze — just in time to notice his opponent's fingers weaving his hands into a seal. Unlike the hand seals Druids made when they prepared to execute a law technique, this one appeared a bit different — more intricate. "A Tensei Genkai?" although the sequence of the seals was moving in a fast paced manner, Aiden found the pattern a bit familiar. Back at the Dining Hall when he and Kristoph had engaged in battle, the other party had utilized the power of Tensei Genkai. According to what Aiden could discern from the atta