Overpowered Awakening: I Became Invincible With A Broken Talent-Chapter 183: The Gore

Unlike at the Deadlight District where he had held back slightly, this time, after getting annoyed by Draven’s relentless attacks for several minutes, Marlon gradually took full control of their duel.

He utilized blood manipulation, pumping sufficient aether into the skill as he formed several blood chains. The chains shot forward and clung onto Draven’s body, halting his movements entirely.

Draven burst out of the chains using pure strength alone and immediately charged toward Marlon. However, Marlon had already created several blood whips. With a lethal motion, all ten whips lashed out and swatted toward Draven at once.

Despite his speed allowing him to evade a few of them, he could not deflect all of them due to the sheer amount of energy Marlon had poured into the attack.

With an aether capacity of one million units, Marlon was not stingy when powering up his skills. He could spend twenty thousand aether on a single skill without worry. Besides, there was [Aether Eater]. Once he ran out of energy, he could simply consume the monsters’ cores stored in his inventory.

Nonetheless, with an almost limitless supply of aether, he could continuously pump more energy into flexible skills such as blood manipulation. However, for skills like Absolute Death Strike and Mirror Clone Unit, he could not do the same.

Ten minutes after Marlon began taking the fight seriously, Draven was left on the receiving end of the beating. For someone with no real battle experience, escaping from that position proved extremely difficult.

He also lacked battle composure. He used everything within his ability to fight back, completely forgetting about exhaustion, which soon kicked in and weakened him afterward.

Marlon possessed [Beastamina], which heightened his stamina beyond human comprehension, and [Flash], which actively charged his stamina. He could keep fighting for weeks without becoming physically exhausted.

He appeared behind Draven before the latter could recover. With a controlled sweeping kick to the face, Draven’s head slammed into the ground, creating a visible crack along with a loud thud. Even so, he was not dead.

Marlon placed his foot atop Draven’s head and pressed him deeper into the ground, widening the crack beneath him.

"Are you going to listen now, or do you want more beating?" he asked in an annoyed tone.

Draven gritted his teeth, his eyes turning red with rage. He still wanted to continue fighting.

Marlon stomped his head into the ground once again. This time, he deliberately controlled the strength behind the attack, only using about half of his usual power in order not to kill him.

"You allowed my sister to die!!" Draven barked, his voice loud yet clearly shaken.

"Who said she is dead?" Marlon replied immediately.

The question he truly wanted to ask was how Draven had managed to escape the prison facility. However, the answer was already quite clear. The Hunter Association had been destroyed by the rampaging monsters. The generators that powered the entire structure, including the prison cells, had gone offline, which explained how Draven had escaped.

Even with that understood, Marlon still wondered why Draven believed his sister was dead. After all, she was nowhere near this city.

"I saw her toy... She doesn’t go anywhere without it... It was on the ground, beside unrecognizable corpses, young children included... She is dead!! This would not have happened if you had just let me be!"

The more Marlon listened to him, the more disappointed he became.

"Your sister is definitely safe. The place she was taken to is well protected and far away from the Hunter Association. Whatever you saw, it wasn’t hers..." Marlon said, attempting to calm down and explain the situation.

When Draven tried to protest further, Marlon stomped his head again, clearly warning him against continuing to annoy him.

After some time passed, Draven finally cooled down.

At that moment, the Aurax began clapping its hands, clearly entertained by both their fight and the brief emotional suspense that had unfolded.

Marlon, Norian, and Draven all turned toward the Aurax.

"Impressive... Very impressive... I never expected you to win against that anomaly," it said calmly.

Marlon and Norian frowned slightly. So even the Aurax considered Draven to be an anomaly?

Meanwhile, Draven felt deeply annoyed.

He pushed himself up from the ground. The broken bones within his torso were already repairing themselves at a rapid rate, and the wounds covering his body healed one after another.

He stared at the human-looking monster with irritation before his gaze lowered toward the bone dragon it flew atop.

A particular memory surfaced in his mind, one of his sister demanding a dragon. At that instant, hunger rose within him. He wanted to devour whatever that being was.

Marlon noticed the fluctuation of energy beside him. He turned his head and saw Draven drooling.

"Don’t even think about it," he warned coldly.

Draven turned toward him with a confused expression.

Marlon did not bother to explain further. He had no real need to keep Draven alive anymore. The last time, he had only spared him because he sensed the power of a Lunaris within him, and he needed the Hunter Association to evaluate him properly to confirm it.

That option was already gone. The Hunter Association itself had collapsed. Keeping Draven alive now was an act of kindness, not for him, but for his little sister.

"You know, while humans are always the weakest among every other race in terms of strength, when it comes to survival, you could beat the Clantrax anytime," the Aurax continued speaking, interpreting their silence as submission.

It went on, explaining just how weak humans were compared to other unknown races.

As it spoke, Draven’s annoyance and hunger to devour it and steal its power to tame dragons surged uncontrollably, while Marlon and Norian silently began forming strategies to kill it.

After some time passed, Draven could no longer restrain himself.

He exerted strength into his legs and blasted forward, launching himself into the air with the intent to strike.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment, towering bone structures carved from the corpses scattered across the area surged upward. With merciless force, they catapulted him straight back into the ground.

Before he could even land properly, another bone structure formed directly along his trajectory and whipped him violently back into the first one.

Draven quickly turned into a living ping-pong ball, with the two bone structures acting as rackets.

The Aurax ignored Draven’s suffering entirely and turned its attention back toward Marlon and Norian, continuing to mock them.

Suddenly, a smile blossomed across its face, a strangely friendly one, as it turned toward a random location in the sky where something was rapidly approaching.

Norian and Marlon turned curiously in that direction, but it was impossible to see what was approaching due to its height. It also seemed to be descending directly from the sun, causing subtle blindness and forcing them to retract their gaze.

Nevertheless, while they could not see what was approaching, they could clearly feel its threatening aura.

It was just as strong as the dragon-taming Aurax, if not even stronger.

The closer it drew to them, the fiercer the pressure felt.

The two of them instinctively tensed up.

The dragon-taming Aurax was somewhat calm. It preferred watching and mocking its targets rather than killing them immediately. They could not tell if the same was true for the newcomer. They could not even tell whether it was truly an Aurax or perhaps another fierce monster entirely.

While the two braced themselves for the unknown, suddenly, three objects landed directly in front of them. The unknown objects had not emitted any form of energy, and thus, they had not sensed their arrival at all.

Nonetheless, when they lowered their gazes toward the three objects, their expressions froze completely.

Marlon’s eyes widened, and his mouth fell agape.

His entire body trembled with disbelief.

Right in front of him lay three bodies.

The bodies of his three friends.

Logan’s body had turned a pale green, an unmistakable indication of rot, signifying that he had been dead for quite a long time.

There were visible, uneven stitches across his neck and limbs, along with one long stitch that ran from the center of his neck down to his lower body. His corpse was covered in a rough, bloodied coat that appeared to have been worn over him after his death.

Beside him lay Ashton, whose eyes were still wide open, frozen in terror.

There was a gaping hole in his chest.

And beside the two of them lay Lyra.

Her once beautiful skin was riddled with dozens of cut marks.

Her clothes were torn and soaked in blood, revealing parts of her body that should never have been exposed, including her private areas and even her inner organs.

And her head...

It lay just beside her body, her eyes missing.

The gore was not only traumatizing to behold. The stench of rotting flesh came with it, flooding the air and making the moment far more intense.

Waves of emotions surged into Marlon at that moment, emotions he could not even begin to explain.