Dante kept waiting for the demonic giant to come near, feeling intense stress overwhelming his mind.
He had the urge to use the syringe that would awaken all his bloodlines, but he couldn't now.
If he was hit while trying to inject the liquid into himself, he'd lose his only chance to win.
His bet was that the dagger would give him the opportunity he needed to use the syringe if the attack failed. He couldn't think of any other way to defeat a Rank 3 with a bloodline.
While waiting, he summoned an owl and made it fly in a random direction.
Swish!
Suddenly, a wind attack cut the owl in half, killing it in an instant and causing immense pain to Dante.
"...!"
Just then, Dante sensed him.
Holding his dagger, Dante stared at the demonic giant in a daze.
He stood far away, leaning against a tree and keeping enough distance for Dante to see him, but not enough for Dante to attack.
'Is he provoking me?'
