My Vampire System Chapter 2538 Quinn's Overloading power

Quinn stood within a fracturing shadow space. The environment around him seemed to disintegrate, the shadows tearing away to reveal a colorless world and sky hidden behind the veil.

Arthur vanished from Quinn's sight at that very moment. With the shadow space disintegrating, Quinn had nowhere left to retreat, but it was irrelevant; his time to engage in battle had arrived.

"Shadow space, cancel," Quinn commanded. With a flick of his wrist, the darkness dissolved, thrusting him back onto the battlefield.

The entire surroundings had shifted into monochromatic greys and blacks. A pervasive sense of lifelessness filled the air, and Immortui remained before him, still locked in his fearsome form.

As Quinn raised his hand to inspect his armor, vivid streaks of deep purple and crimson remained visible.

"This mirrors the last encounter. My shadow form shielded me from the colorless ability. The shadow possesses a natural capacity to decelerate incoming strikes. If this colorless power functions like an assault, the shadow is mitigating its impact as well. This time, however, the shadow's might is vastly superior. It has fused not only with my blood aura but with my very own blood. It has condensed into a solidified armor encasing my frame."

Flexing his muscles and clenching his fist, Quinn realized he was in a state to fight, far surpassing his previous capabilities.

Quinn surged forward, charging straight ahead. He threw a punch, omitting his blood aura entirely to concentrate every ounce of his raw strength into the strike.

Immortui sidestepped, narrowly evading the blow, yet a slight laceration appeared on his cheek from the passing force.

"I successfully evaded that strike... how could he have wounded me?" Immortui wondered.

Quinn continued to launch a relentless barrage of punches. Immortui managed to dodge them bit by bit, yet each time, fresh scratches marred his skin.

"I am steering clear of every single strike, so why do I still sustain injuries?" Immortui thought, finding the phenomenon inexplicable.

When Immortui attempted a counter-attack, Quinn manifested a dense orb of blood aura and hurled it, striking Immortui directly in the chest.

"The blood aura benefits from the shadow's protection, and I still have one more trick up my sleeve!" Quinn mused.

Upon impact, the blood aura detonated, triggering a massive explosion that shook the terrain and filled the air with dust and debris.

Quinn drove both palms into the ground. The blast had sent Immortui reeling, and as his feet touched the earth, the ground began to emit a glow. For a fleeting instant, the trap held Immortui paralyzed.

The colorless effect and the trap dissolved rapidly, but it granted Quinn the window he needed. He thrust his fists outward like tiger claws, slamming into Immortui. A shockwave of pure power vibrated through the air.

The pulsing force threatened to launch Immortui, but he reached out, and violet strings forged from Quinn's blood lashed onto his frame. These bindings were immensely durable.

Yanking Immortui toward him, Quinn smashed a fist into his head, driving him into the dirt. Immortui ground his teeth against the impact; the strike felt significantly more potent than the ones before.

Quinn fashioned another aura orb and slammed it into Immortui's face, triggering another violent detonation that further cratered the ground.

Immortui tried to retaliate, but Quinn danced away, striking him repeatedly. Each hit grew in intensity, sending tremors through Immortui's body and shattering the ground behind him.

Furthermore, Quinn accelerated. He bypassed every counter-strike and continued his assault, each punch carrying more destructive weight. A blow to the stomach lifted Immortui off his feet and forced blood to spray from his lips.

As Immortui's blood misted the air, Quinn snared him with the blood strings once more, swinging him back. Bracing his feet, Quinn slammed his fist into Immortui's stomach with such force that even without piercing him, blood drenched the floor.

"Your colorless ability is ultimately your undoing," Quinn declared, hurling Immortui against the ground. The creature lay there in agony, struggling to rise, a sharp contrast to the moment he had been crushing Quinn.

"I imagine this was your ultimate weapon in countless battles. But I've realized you cannot utilize your own power within this colorless space. Your crimson mist, your physical strength—it's all negated. You leaned entirely on this powerful form, believing it could dominate anything within this void.

"Yet my power repels yours, and the strength belonging to all vampires, the human Qi, and everything I have claimed for myself, far exceeds anything you possess."

Immortui understood that Quinn was correct. Quinn remained impervious to his bizarre attribute, and his strikes were mounting in speed and force.

Sensing this, Immortui dispelled the colorless field. However, once he did, he was met with a thousand dark purple and red blades suspended in the sky, all aimed at his heart.

Quinn lunged, and Immortui tried to repel him with a mist attack generated by the serpents in his hair. The maneuver failed as Quinn vanished, only to reappear beside Immortui. He seized Immortui's arm, struck his leg, and hammered his shoulder, forcing him into the dirt.

Immortui tried to strike back, but Quinn sidestepped again, one of the thousand blades slamming into Immortui's arm and detonating on contact. Through the smoke, Quinn darted through the shadows, appearing behind his foe to grab his head and slam him into the earth.

As Quinn released his hold, hundreds of blades descended, homing in on Immortui and erupting one after another. Quinn shot into the air and dived, shattering the sound barrier. With so many successful hits, his momentum capacity had increased dramatically. He slammed into Immortui, emitting a pulse that rippled across space.

The resonance of Quinn's strike had a ripple effect across the local star system, causing the very planets to drift in their orbits. The celestial bodies were shifted by the sheer scale of the collision.

Looking down, Quinn observed that Immortui's body had undergone a brutal change. It was no longer the same entity as before; his form appeared pulverized, covered in his own blood.

"You still draw breath?" Quinn asked, eyes narrowing. The thousand blades rematerialized behind him, ready to unleash a second, more vicious onslaught.

"You..." Immortui gasped, blood leaking from his mouth. "You possess the power to challenge the entire universe. You have the freedom to disregard all, yet you follow their whims—the Celestials, the Ancients!"

Quinn shook his head, his resolve unshaken. "I never yielded to them. I have no interest in their affairs, nor yours. My only choice was to protect those I hold dear. But you, Immortui, you dared to touch them and inflict pain on them. My only path is to protect those who matter to me, and you've placed yourself in my way."

Raising a hand, Quinn gathered the blood from the battlefield and the shadow remnants. It spiraled, coalescing into a colossal drill that grew in size and menace. Hovering swords disintegrated, their fragments absorbed into the massive blood construct.

It was evident that the only path to victory was complete annihilation. Conventional punches would not suffice. Quinn poured the remainder of his power and his own blood into this final, lethal strike.

The blood dripping from Immortui’s wounds drifted upward, joining the drill. The weapon began to glow with a terrifying, pulsing intensity.

"Hahahaha!" Immortui laughed with manic fervor. "You have no clue, do you? You possess zero understanding of the consequences! What will become of reality if you kill me? If you do, you lose everything!"