Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

David attacked the same way he always did.

Because he liked to keep the fights short, he dashed toward his opponent and took them down before they had any time to react.

So, as usual, he dug his feet deep into the ground, his eyes shining darker shades of purple, and expelled toward Grace.

She, in turn, had seen many of David's fights up until now, so she wasn't surprised to see him attempt to take her down the same way he took down his other opponents.

She raised her hands in front of her and spread out her ten delicate fingers evenly.

It was rare for her to go all out, but she couldn't afford to hold back considering who she was up against.

David's eyes widened as suddenly hundreds of golden threads appeared all around the arena.

Before he could react in any way, a lot of them moved and wrapped around his body.

In just the span of a second, he was immobilized.

He gritted his teeth in regret.

At that moment, he heard a menacing chuckle behind him.

"Ah, sadly you are powerless against her. So, in the end, you again have to rely on me."

Hearing the Spectral Warden behind him, David sighed in frustration, then closed his eyes.

A second passed.

Then another.

And before she knew it, Grace had broken into a cold sweat.

It wasn't just her, but the front rows of the audience did as well.

Even the emperor felt it.

He leaned up as he fixed his eyes on David.

A twisted smile had appeared on his face.

Up until now, David hadn't displayed his real powers.

But it seemed that this was going to change today.

David was immobilized by hundreds of golden threads.

And yet, he moved.

His muscles bulged, his breathing deeper as he required more oxygen, and his eyes shined.

Not metaphorically, but quite literally at this moment, David's eyes were shining like purple torches of death.

Snapping sounds echoed across the entire arena.

Grace narrowed her eyes as she muttered a silent curse.

There had been instances when her threads were being snapped before.

But this was the first time it had happened when her opponent was able to break free of her trap consisting of hundreds of threads.

And that was not the only thing.

David looked unharmed.

Like he hadn't taken even the slightest bit of damage.

"Even when I made them as tight as possible!" Grace muttered under her breath as she took hesitant steps back.

She had a bad feeling about this.

Her bad feelings were proven correct as David shot forward once again.

This time, he was faster.

Not just faster.

Before the audience's eyes, David moved like a blur.

A person that was able to move incredibly fast.

But now?

He was moving so fast it was like he was simply teleporting.

"Fuck!" Grace cursed as she used all of her golden threads to separate herself from David and formed a golden wall of threads.

An instant later, David collided with the golden wall, and a deafening crackling sound echoed across the arena.

Grace, who by now was running back, grew pale as she saw that David's fist had somehow managed to break past the wall she had just made.

She had strengthened them, wrapping them one after another.

This wasn't like before when David broke the offensive threads.

These ones were supposed to be much harder to snap!

And yet, he did.

At the beginning, some wondered why David didn't carry any weapons.

Was it because he was overconfident or maybe he was able to summon one?

Well, seeing as how his fist went past the wall easily, it was clear that his fist was much stronger than any weapon out there.

And most terrifying of all, there wasn't even the smallest injury on his fist. It was as if his hands were made of titanium.

Seeing that she was at a disadvantage, Grace changed her plans.

This was something she had been working on for some time now, and she didn't want to use it, as she hadn't mastered it yet, but there was no other option now.

She gritted her teeth flexed the muscles in her legs and jumped.

Her jump was impressive; she reached almost two meters in height. It was clear that she hadn't neglected training her body.

Yet something interesting happened.

Once she reached the highest point of her jump, she was supposed to go down,

After all, that was how gravity worked.

And yet she didn't! She was staying in one place almost like she was flying.

Without delay, she bent her knees again and jumped.

How did that work exactly? The audience asked themselves.

To jump, you first have to push off from something, and seeing that she was somehow flying, there wasn't anything Grace could have used to jump from!

Zaroth, meanwhile, smiled. He was clearly impressed.

Grace, of course, wasn't levitating. She was standing on a couple of her threads.

No matter who saw her actions, they would be impressed.

After all, she was somehow able to balance her entire body standing on just a couple of threads!

Not to mention that she wasn't just staying in one place, but she continued to jump higher and higher.

David wasn't far behind. Once he saw that Grace was getting high in the air, he couldn't help but grunt.

This wasn't good for him. If Grace managed to stay far away while attacking him, he would eventually tire out, his mana would run low, and he would lose.

And this wasn't something that he wanted to happen, so he was going to have to stop her.

"…?"

But his charge was stopped as he was hit by a few threads.

These ones were different.

Unlike the previous ones, Grace had combined her threads, wrapping them into larger ones.

That meant that if David wanted to proceed forward, he would have to manually snap them all one by one. He wouldn't be able to snap them by his running speed alone.

There was a limit to his power, after all.

"Why don't you use me? Are you that afraid?"

Hearing the Spectral Warden mocking behind him, David could only curse.

The being and its powers were a great boon for David.

But if he used it too much, there was going to be hell to pay.

Not to mention that his pride was severely hurt each time he had to rely on the cursed being.

"Fuck off!" he shouted as he broke one after another of the threads.

Grace was not only skillfully attacking him with her threads while preparing more golden threads to shoot toward David, but she was also jumping higher and higher into the arena at the same time.

Each step she made, each breath she took had to be calculated perfectly, as there was the danger of falling.

Of course, she could break her fall with her threads, but that would mean that the load on David would lessen, and he would get closer to her.

Which was the same as losing.

So Grace had to focus her mind on multiple things at the same time.

After a minute or two, Grace stopped as she took a quick glance down.

She was now thirty meters high in the sky and was about the same level as the audience in the first row.

"This should be high enough for now," she muttered. Going too far from David would make it harder for her threads to reach him.

"AHHH!" David's inhuman shout echoed across the arena as his eyes began to glow even more intensely.

Not just his eyes, but at this point, there was some kind of purple aura that seemed to be radiating around his body.

"Good, doesn't that feel good? Do you see now that there is no point in rejecting me?" the Spectral Warden mocked.

"I told you to keep your mouth shut!" David shouted in anger as he tore through Grace's golden threads one after the other with terrifying speed.

After which, he bent down and buried his two hands deep into the ground.

Not a second later, he lifted a large chunk of it, weighing at least fifty kilograms.

His first gaze locked on Grace.

And then he threw the giant piece of earth at her almost as if it were a toy.

Grace's eyes widened in horror as she watched the earth piece move toward her with terrifying speed.

In that moment, she regretted not going higher.