Strongest Mage with the Lust system

Chapter 653  Battling Oʼmara

Swoosh!

Scaled demoness fled at her top speed and didnʼt stop until she saw a hulking demon with similar scales on his cheeks, crushing the head of an Early-Stage Five-Stage female mage before drinking her blood with relish.

”Sir Oʼmara!” She shouted.

Oʼmara, one of the three strongest demons of this army of three thousand five hundred, threw away the now drained corpse of the female mage and smacked his lips in satisfaction before he looked in the demonessʼ direction.

”Oh? Shʼmara, what are you doing here?” He asked.

Then his blood-red eyes flashed, and he suddenly appeared in front of her.

Grabbing her injured hand with force, he gave it a lick.

”Oh~” He closed his eyes and moaned as he was savoring the most delicious taste.

Seeing this, Shʼmara, the scaled demoness, knew she didnʼt need to waste her breath doing any explanation.

Just as she expected, Oʼmaraʼs eyes snapped open in the next moment, and he grabbed her shoulder tightly, staring into her eyes, he demanded.

”Say this lamb is still alive.”

”He is alive, sir.” Shʼmara said, ignoring the pain in her shoulders, ”The moment I realized he had such a delicious bloodline, I immediately came over to offer him to you.”

”Good! Very good!” Oʼmara let out a grim laugh of satisfaction before asking, ”Tell me, where is he? After I drink his blood, Iʼll reward you with an amazing night with me.”

Shʼmaraʼs eyes shone in excitement when she heard this. If she spent a night with him, she would be able to absorb some of his blood essence when they copulated, which would elevate her bloodline and give her a higher status in the tribe.

”Come with me, sir. I will–”

Just as she was about to turn around to lead him to Max...

Swoosh!

Max appeared behind her, the black longsword, covered in the mixture of his fire elemental mana and bloodline energy, slashing toward her neck.

It happened so fast that Shʼmara had no chance to react before she was beheaded.

Thud!

As her head fell down, Max looked at Oʼmara with a hint of surprise. With his bloodline sense, he could sense Oʼmara was almost as strong as Oliver, and if he wanted, he could save Shʼmaraʼs life, but chose not to act.

Oʼmara grinned at him before he grabbed Shʼmaraʼs headless corpse, put his mouth on her neckʼs stump, and sucked.

As Max watched, Shʼmaraʼs body rapidly shrunk, and her scales dried up and fell as he absorbed her blood.

Seeing this, he understood why Oʼmara didnʼt even blink as she died.

”How… disgusting!” He muttered, his expression twisting in an ugly grimace.

Ha!

Oʼmara smacked his lips in satisfaction, his scale turning more vibrant.

”Thank you for the nice meeting gift. I will be sure to savor your blood even more.” Swoosh!

Saying this, he vanished.

Maxʼs eyes flashed, and his wings flapped.

Swoosh!

Right as Oʼmara appeared behind him and punched, his figure turned illusory before vanishing.

”Oh? Such speed! Your bloodline is even more extraordinary.” Oʼmara exclaimed, the greed in his eyes burning even more brightly.

”It sure is.” Maxʼs voice sounded as he appeared behind him and hacked the sword down toward his head.

Woosh!

Bang!

Oʼmara spun on his heels and punched, the impact of the collision causing the ground a few meters around them to collapse.

Crack!

The sword cracked, but Max was unphased, his blue eyes staring into the demonʼs ruby eyes.

”You are good.” Oʼmaraʼs grinned widened, and he punched again, ”But not good enough.”

Max slashed again.

Bang!

Crack!

This time, the sword exploded in pieces.

”What are you going to do now? Run?” Oʼmara laughed, taking a strong step forward, his demonic energy and red bloodline energy covering his fist like the last two times as he punched toward Maxʼs chest.

Max let go of the hilt, clenched his fist, his mana and bloodline energy swirling around his hand as he also took a step forward, and lowered his stance a little before throwing the punch with all his bodily strength.

BOOM!

The moment both their fists collided, it was as if something had exploded. The ground a hundred meters around them sank over five feet deep, a cloud large of dust covering their figures and the crater, while the shockwaves sent both demons and humans in over two hundred meters range staggering.

”The fuckʼs going on? Who is fighting?” A Four Star Mage shouted, who had almost died to his opponent because the shockwaves had thrown him off balance.

All fights stopped within a five hundred-meter radius as everyoneʼs gaze focused on the slowly dispersing cloud of dust.

When the dust finally settled, Max and Oʼmaraʼs figures were revealed to them, their fists still pressing against each otherʼs.

Immediately, everyone who was able to discern the duoʼs cultivation was stunned, while the demons who knew who Oʼmara was had disbelieving looks on their faces because they could see this puny Early-Stage Four Star mage had gained a slight advantage in the exchange just now.

Then, their eyes flashed with killing intent.

However, just as a few of them wanted to join the fight to kill Max, Oʼmaraʼs released his aura, ”Iʼll kill anyone who dares to touch him.”

The demons instantly stopped, while humans furrowed their brows. Some were looking at Max with hesitation, thinking whether they should help him or not. But when they felt Oʼmaraʼs aura, they gritted their teeth and started fighting the demons they were fighting a while ago.

”You cowards! Canʼt you see he is just a Four Star mage? How long can he fight even if he has some trump cards? We should help him.” A peak Four Star mage shouted, but everyone ignored him.

…

In the sky, Alton and Wyominʼs faces turned dark when they saw this.

”These cowards! They are going to help us set up the War Temple?” Alton sneered.

Wyomin didnʼt respond, but disappointment was clear in her eyes.

…

”You all…” The Peak Four Star Mage looked at everyone pretending to be deaf in exasperation before his expression became determined and he charged toward Oʼmara.

However,

Swoosh!