Chapter 822: Getting Rid of Luna
Max stood a few steps away, calmly turning the blood crystal in his fingers. It glimmered under the faint light, and he could feel it—an intense chill, a strong presence of blood energy swirling within it like mist. It didn’t feel like the monster cores or spirit stones he’d encountered before. This was something else entirely.
He tilted his head and looked at Luna with curiosity. "Little girl," he said teasingly, ignoring her fuming expression, "what exactly is this blood crystal?" He smiled faintly, his voice laced with amusement.
"Come on, tell me about it." His tone was playful, but his mind was sharp—he wanted to know why this crystal didn’t appear when he killed the previous Blood Ghost King. This one must be different... or something special had triggered it. Either way, he was determined to learn what made this shimmering red stone so valuable.
"Go to hell!" Luna shrieked, her rage boiling over. Her voice, usually soft and sweet, now trembled with fury as she lunged at Max, her palm glowing with energy.
Max, ever calm, casually shifted his body to the side, dodging the attack like he was avoiding a falling leaf. He smirked, teasing her in a relaxed tone, "Forget it, why are you so angry? Girl, you’re too young to be ruining your skin with stress—get angry too often and you’ll wrinkle early."
Luna nearly exploded. Her delicate face flushed with rage, her breathing sharp. "Damn it, I’ll make you pay!" She shouted, and with that, she attacked wildly, throwing palm strikes and kicks at Max like a furious storm, her tiny figure filled with surprising strength and speed.
But Max remained completely at ease, evading her strikes with playful ease, dodging left, weaving right, never retaliating—just smiling like he was enjoying a child’s tantrum. "Little girl, save your energy. You’re not going to beat me in a million years," he said, laughing, which only fueled her anger more.
Luna’s pretty eyes were blazing now. "You, you—argh! Okay then! You bastard! I’m going to show you how powerful I am!" She yelled, and with a flick of her wrist, she reached into her storage ring, clearly about to summon something.
Max’s expression changed instantly. His instincts flared like alarms. ’Not good.’ He had already seen her pull out a Wind Spirit Rune and then a high-grade Lightning Rune. Who knew what other tricks she had hidden in that ring?
The last thing he wanted was to get blasted again in the middle of the Black Mist Swamp. Without a second thought, Max rushed forward and grabbed her wrist firmly before she could take anything out.