The tungsten rod was about to crash into the countess's neck. However, the witch had prepared for this. She could control all that blood splattered all over the ring. The various puddles that the witch had formed over the course of the fight turned into chains, which trapped Akachi's arms.

"What?"

The Englishwoman removed her halberd from the wall and turned to the young medium. She raised the weapon above her head, spun it like a helicopter propeller. He prepared a downward cross-cut.

Adsa's son tried to resist as much as he could, to no avail. The chains were too strong to break with sheer brute force. Tired of struggling, he put one knee on the ground.

"Hihihihi, it's no use, these chains are stronger than reinforced steel. Now is the moment when I behead you."

Zlush! He attacked with the halberd. At the same moment, with his knee on the ground, Akachi leapt up and somersaulted, causing his two feet to kick the witch's chin. The chains snapped back and the blade cut through them. Azekel's grandson stepped back.

Bloody Mary had a nosebleed. Her dark dress was splattered with blood. Her appearance was becoming increasingly gloomy. Her chest was convulsing and veins were throbbing beneath her pale skin. Her head began to throb in an inhuman way. She pulled out the dagger and pierced various parts of his body with it.

Red streaks ran down her skin. Her eye socket rolled back. She couldn't help but feel a morbid pleasure from it all.

What is she doing, Fenyang?

She manipulates blood to forge weapons. By making her whole body bleed, she increases her attack range and decreases her blind spots. Avoid close-range attacks.

You got it!

"I will sacrifice you in the name of Azazel!"

Akachi approached, close enough to test the range of her attack, and far enough away to dodge the blows. As he appeared in any direction, the trickles of blood that flowed from the various punctures turned into nails that flew towards the countess.

The medium dodged, and with his great speed, appeared in another direction. Akachi could continue this tactic until her enemy tired of it and could no longer use her witchcraft. However, her opponent realized the ruse and also changed her stance. Instead of projectiles, the fillets of blood became tentacles with propellers at the ends.

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The range was shorter, but the countess manipulated them to chase Akachi. The powerful propellers scraped the floor, the ceiling, and debris flew everywhere. The camera drones struggled to record the images.

Akachi retreated even further. Now he was getting tired of the conflict. He gasped and inhaled deeply. He had tried to memorize the movements of the blood tentacles, but was unable to distinguish a pattern of attack. Its movements were intuitive and adapted to the medium's own attack patterns.

"If you give up now, you can still save your life."

"If you give up now, you could still come out unscathed."

"You called me 'ma'am'? How dare you? Young man, you have no nobility in you. People like you shouldn't even have been born."

Break this bitch's face now, Akachi!

Look, I was holding back until now, but after this, I can't.

Akachi concentrated his Axé on the tips of the sticks, turned his fists and triggered the weapon's electrocution. The rays gradually concentrated into a sphere. At first, it shrank and grew in size. The electrical force was unstable, and the sphere insisted on deforming. The floor around Akachi began to sink.

What are you doing?

Something I've wanted to test for a long time.

You're concentrating the Axé out of your body and trying to keep it, that's dangerous, brou.

Enough talk Fenyang, we're not far away.

Blue rays cut through the atmosphere around him. His hair began to stand on end. The sphere stabilized after a few seconds of confusion. Akachi raised the electric sphere to his chest. With his knees bent, he concentrated repulsive force on the tungsten rods, without letting go.

The witch watched the whole scene. She threw her head back proudly and laughed wildly. She saw the whole thing as a bluff.

"What kind of pyrotechnic show is this? All this drama won't do me any good."

She concentrated the blood on her back and formed four large spider legs. From her severed arm, she generated a spiral harpoon. Swiftly, she leapt from the ceiling, from the ceiling to the walls and from the walls to the floor of the Great Arena ring. It was a way of diverting the focus away from her opponent.

Akachi held on to the electric sphere until the last moment. The Countess appeared on the ceiling above him, and fell on him with the spiraling harpoon. At the instant of the blow, Akachi raised his batons and the sphere began to emit sparks. The blood weapon disintegrated before any physical contact.

Azekel's grandson released the repulsive force, and the electric sphere hit the witch like a cannonball. It hit her square in the abdomen. The bluish sphere exploded and electrified sparks traveled all over the Englishwoman's body. She was thrown violently into the ceiling, causing a hole. Her body rose and fell in the middle of the audience.

Even in the audience, her body still showed the effects of electrocution. The charge ran through her entire body. The extremities of the woman's body, such as her nose, earlobes and fingers and toes were necrotic. The medical team attended to her urgently. Resuscitation maneuvers were carried out. She wasn't dead, but she would be unconscious for a few minutes.

Akachi was considered the winner of the fight, much to the frustration of Tuponili, who had agreed on the outcome of all the fights.

On the other side of the ring, Eniac II and Arcenoux Leblanc watched their teammate being carried away on a stretcher. The Cajun gunslinger removed his hat from his head and whistled.

"Madame shouldn't have tried so dur, she should have droite fought to the point of making il fun and left the scene."

"The countess is too proud a woman not to want to star in the opera."

"I understand, grand bougre. Quitter a neuf act begin, mai don't expect moi to mourir to motivate the applause of the audience."

"It's not your time to go on stage yet, look!"

Arcenoux LeBlanc looked at the screen. César XVII would face one of the mysterious hooded men.