Bloodline of Gods: The Genius at Olympus Academy!

Chapter 41 41. Dissapointment

Kain's eyes narrowed and with a single, earth-shattering swing of his arm, he unleashed a devastating attack.

"Boom!"

The Lion King's eyes widened in disbelief as it stumbled back, its massive frame unable to withstand the sheer might of Kain's blow.

The beast, once so proud and untouchable, was thrown aside like a ragdoll, crashing into the ground with a resounding thud.

By the time the Lion King had managed to recover, shaking off the daze, Kain had already moved on.

He appeared in front of a new group of lionesses, his blood-soaked figure casting a terrifying shadow over them. His eyes, glowing with a fierce crimson light, locked onto the frightened beasts as he prepared a devastating strike

"Kill!!"

The cold war cry erupted from Kain's lips, echoing through the arena like the toll of a death knell.

Phantoms of his countless sword strikes descended upon the two lionesses with relentless fury, each slash a promise of death.

Blood-red sword lights flashed in the air, painting a gruesome picture that left every one breathless. The moment his strikes landed, a torrent of blood erupted, blooming like forest dark bloody roses.

As the blood splattered across his face, Kain's expression twisted into a cold and victorious smile, He turned his head slowly, locking his gaze on the Lion King, who watched in horror from across the arena. Kain's voice dripped with cold certainty.

"I knew it. If I take down the lionesses, your defenses will weaken with each one."

With his conjecture confirmed, Kain's cautious approach evaporated.

Confidence surged through him, manifesting as a murderous intent so palpable it seemed to darken the air around him.

He stepped forward, and the pools of blood on the ground seemed to follow, as if the lifeblood of the fallen beasts was drawn to him, their new master.

Anyone who witnessed this sight could not help but tremble. The once-ferocious beasts in the arena were no exception.

With four lionesses now dead, the mood among the remaining creatures shifted drastically.

Despite the Lion King's imposing presence, these once-fearless monsters began to falter.

A faint dread crept into their hearts as they stared at the much smaller human who now radiated suffocating pressure.

It was a complete and utter dominance that made them feel like helpless victims.

For the first time, these giant beasts were afraid.

They had been wrong from the very start. They were never in control, never the true predators of this battlefield.

From the beginning to the end, they had always been prey.

This realization sent a wave of fear through their massive bodies, almost bringing them to their knees.

Kain tilted his head to the side, watching the scene unfold with mild curiosity.

"So, even monsters can fear war," he mused, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.

But despite his intrigue, there was not a trace of pity in his heart. War was a place where many emotions could thrive—anger, hatred, greed—but pity?

For the life he lived, that was an emotion that only led to death.

For someone like Kain, pity was a concept that had likely been killed off at birth.

With a heart as cold as the steel in his hands, Kain raised his sword, and gathered a storm of killing intent, blood, and despair.

Kain swung out with brutal efficiency.

The relentless hurricane of violence tore through the battlefield, obliterating another lioness in a single, devastating blow. Their weakened defenses left them as helpless as newborn cubs before Kain's relentless onslaught.

He raised his sword again, and like the merciless executioner he was, he swung it down and systematically chose another lioness to slay.

One by one, they fell helplessly, dropping like flies under his blade.

The Lion King, once so proud and invincible, roared in wild desperation, running aimlessly around the arena. But with each lioness that fell, the confidence and arrogance drained from his demeanour, replaced by a growing sense of dread.

When the last of his kind was cut down by Kain's crimson-stained sword, the Lion King found himself alone, trembling under the boundless weight of Kain's murderous gaze.

The once-mighty beast, now a shadow of his former self, quaked with fear. With each step Kain took toward him, the King retreated, each movement betraying his growing terror.

Kain continued his slow, inevitable advance, his eyes locked onto the Lion King with a predatory gleam. The King, once the ruler of this arena, was now nothing more than a cornered animal,

Seeing the Lion King cower before him, Kain didn't feel any pride or elation but instead what he felt was a deep wave of disappointment.

"King? No, you're just a coward," Kain spat, his voice laced with disdain.

The intensity of the battle, the thrill of bloodshed, the brush with death—it was all slipping away from him, further and further with each pathetic whimper from the once-mighty beast.

Kain had actually thought, even if it was only for the briefest moment, that he had actually found it again in this arena—a true battle that could push him to his limits.

It was only now that he realized just how wrong he had been.

True battle? These pathetic beasts didn't even warrant the use of his Feat of Renown.

The more Kain thought about it, the more his anger grew, boiling within him like a raging storm.

He looked at the Lion King—this cowering, scared creature that had disappointed him so greatly—and felt the murderous intent in his heart surge forth, unrestrained.

The Lion King's soul trembled, and in the blink of an eye, it found itself in a completely different realm.

The sky above was painted a deep crimson, as if the very air had been soaked in blood. The ground was littered with corpses, bones, and broken bodies, a hellscape that reeked of death and decay.

Facing the Lion King was a lone figure.

It had a set of crimson eyes that burned with a terrifying intensity, a terrifying physique forged by countless battles, and a more horrifyingly sword that embodied the very essence of killing.