Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world-Chapter 408: Bloody snow [1]

Brandon’s fingers dug into the snow, his nails scraping against frozen earth as he forced his broken body to move.

Pain exploded through his ribs and his shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and pushed.

He rolled onto his side first, a choked gasp escaping as pain lanced through his chest.

"Haa..." Blood dripped from the gash on his cheek, warm for a moment before the cold stole it.

His vision swam and black spots danced at the edges, but he blinked them away.

’Up. Get up.’

His arm shook violently as he pressed his palm to the ground.

Muscles screamed in protest, torn and bruised, but he pushed harder.

The world tilted, snow crunching under his weight as he dragged himself to his knees.

Every breath was pain. Every heartbeat echoed in his skull.

But he still stood up slowly.

He lifted his head.

And looked at the woman.

Snow continued to fall between them.

His gaze quivered ’I can’t contact Elize because inside a rupture zone, communication devices won’t work.’

Looking at Naevora’s unconscious body, he frowned ’What happened? Facing this woman, Naevora suddenly fainted.’

’Does this woman have some kind of mental attack? If she has then why is she not using it on me?’

’That skill has a cooldown? Or does it only work on certain people.’

His breathing ragged and he looked at the cruel smile on her lips ’She is definitely an SS rank awakener.’

’Fuck it...’

Adrenaline surged, drowning the pain for a moment.

Brandon pushed off the ground, stumbling to his feet and blood soaked his side, but he ignored it.

He dashed forward, his boots churning snow and closing the distance in desperate strides.

But the woman simply raised her hand and waved in the air.

*sleesh* A blood spear appeared out of thin air and hurled toward him.

*splleesh*

Brandon’s eyes shrank in shock as the spear punched straight through his abdomen, the force lifting him off his feet and pinning him to the frozen ground with a sickening crunch.

"Argh..." Gritting his teeth, blood bubbled from his lips as he clenched his fist and smashed the blood spear.

The blood spear shattered under the impact, fragments dissolving into red mist.

He staggered forward, pressing his hand against the gaping wound in his gut.

"Urgh-" With a groan, he gripped the embedded shard and pulled it free, more blood pouring out as he tossed it aside.

Green energy spiraled around his body, instantly healing his injuries ’I love you, Noona.’

The woman’s eyes narrowed to see him healing himself "Interesting... what a fascinating ’subject’ you are."

Looking up at her, he muttered "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

The woman let out a chuckle "Oh dear, you don’t know me. but she does." she said, gazing at Naevora.

"As for you, I want you for my little experiment."

Huh? He frowned upon hearing this "Experiment?"

The woman stepped on the snow and extended her hand "You will know it soon enough. Now be a good boy and come with me, will yo-"

*swoosh* Taking a dagger from his storage ring, he threw it straight at her.

The woman tilted her head lazily and the dagger whistled past her cheek, slicing a single strand of black hair before embedding itself in a twisted tree trunk behind her with a dull *thunk*.

"You are no match for m-" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

*woosh* In the next instant, Brandon dashed forward and threw a punch directly at her.

She took a step back and dodged the punch before raising her hand, and even more bloody lances appeared in the air.

*swoosh* *swoosh* *swoosh*

They hurled forward in a storm.

Brandon twisted desperately, but there were too many.

The first lance punched through his lower back.

The second pierced his shoulder.

The third and fourth skewered his thighs.

"Urgh-"

More followed, pinning him to the ground like a butterfly on a board.

"Argh..."

Gritting his teeth, he slammed his fist into the snow, and ether flared around him, shattering the blood lances into crimson mist.

He forced himself to stand, legs shaking as blood poured from the fresh holes in his abdomen and back.

The cold snow soaked into his clothes, but he gritted his teeth and pushed upward.

Green energy flared around him and flesh knitted together with audible hisses, muscle reforming, and skin sealing.

The pain dulled to a throbbing ache as the holes closed.

’Good thing I had a great sex before coming to Japan...’

Silver flames ignited around his fists, and he dashed forward again, his boots carving trenches in the snow as he charged the woman.

She raised both hands and her smile widened.

Dozens of blood projectiles materialized in the air, crimson spears, jagged orbs, and whipping tendrils.

They hung for a split second, then launched in a storm.

*SWOOOSH*

Brandon didn’t slow.

The first wave came, and he looked at the spears streaking like arrows.

He punched straight through the lead one.

*BOOM* The silver flames exploded on impact, shattering the spear into harmless mist.

His momentum carried him forward as he smashed the next with a backhand, and the flames flared even brighter.

’Annoying, she also created a distance from me...’ His gaze narrowed, looking at the incoming bloody orbs.

He dropped low, sliding under one while uppercutting another *crack* and the orb burst apart in a spray of blood that evaporated against his flames.

Tendrils whipped in from the sides, trying to ensnare his arms.

He spun with blazing fists, smashing through them in wide arcs.

His silver flames met crimson ether in bursts of steam and sparks and the tendrils dissolved mid-strike.

The woman’s eyes narrowed, and she waved her hand again.

A second wave appeared as hundreds of smaller projectiles, like crimson bullets, raining down in a barrage.

He charged straight into it.

*BOOM* With his left fist, he cleared a path through the center.

He leaped, twisting mid-air to kick a spear aside, then landed in a roll that carried him under a sweeping wave.

Standing up, he punched upward, and the silver flames erupted in a pillar that vaporized dozens at once.

The woman flung both arms forward, summoning a massive blood lance, crackling with concentrated ether.

Brandon didn’t dodge.

He met it head-on.

Silver flames coiled around his right fist as he drove it forward in a devastating punch.

BOOM

The lance shattered on impact, and fragments exploded outward in a crimson shockwave.

Brandon burst through the debris, closing the final distance in a blur.

He was on her.

*thud* But his fist stopped an inch from her face.

She had caught his wrist mid-strike as her fingers tightly gripped his wrist.

"Persistent..." she uttered softly.

Brandon grinned through the blood on his teeth.

"You have no idea."