Eunuch's Rebirth: I Reincarnated With My Manhood as the Young Master-Chapter 37: William Ivan Goodfella vs Nefarius

A moment earlier,

The dean, William Ivan Goodfella, and the hooded man, Nefarius, were clashing their Air control mana sword in midair.

This technique condensed mana into the form of swords and allowed the user to control them at will. It was a profound technique that only a Sword God Realm swordsman could perform.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Their mana swords kept exchanging blows while both of them stood still.

"Don’t be so concerned. I won’t kill all of the students." Nefarius said with a chilling smile.

The dean, William Ivan Goodfella, narrowed his eyes.

"What is your goal?"

"Why should I say that to a dead man?" Nefarius charged at the dean while their air control mana swords were still colliding.

The dean also rushed forward, swinging his sword upward with full strength.

Shhhk...

The strike narrowly grazed Nefarius before vanishing into the distant sky.

Seeing the power behind the sword strike, Nefarius took a few steps back and unwrapped the bandages from his sword, revealing a blade whose handle itself was a skeletal hand gripping the hilt.

Right then, the third eye on Nefarius forehead began trembling violently, and blood flowed from it.

Drip... drip... drip...

Nefarius then applied the blood from his forehead onto the blade of his skeleton sword.

The moment the blood touched the blade, it screamed a chilling, unholy wail. The mana within Nefarius’s body surged violently, rising tenfold.

Meanwhile, the dean saw Nefarius’s ominous mana and instinctively struck with full strength.

The strike was imbued with his Life and Death Soul Realm aura, effortlessly severing both of Nefarius’s hands and causing his ominous sword to separate from him.

But the sword didn’t feel to the ground. It hovered midair, and Nefarius laughed like a madman.

"Kekekeggegegege."

Then, something unexpected happened.

Shiiiiing!

A threadlike stream of mana shot from his severed arms, connecting to them and pulling them back toward his body. A black light glowed on the severed parts, and his arms stretched and reattached as one.

The dean’s eyes narrowed, and instinctively he struck at him again.

However, this time, Nefarius held his ominous sword tightly and struck back with his somewhat healed arms.

Clang! Clang!

The dean felt overwhelmed by the sword’s aura and struggled to keep his mana flow stable.

Right then, 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

The dean felt a huge, monstrous black eye behind him. Instinctively, he turned and saw that the tentacle creature that had been producing lesser Soulborne had completely emerged from the portal, its single massive black eye was now fixed on him.

Previously, its eye had been closed, so he hadn’t realized it possessed such terrifying sight.

However, as soon as their eyes met, the mana in his body fluctuated and went berserk.

Grit!

The dean gritted his teeth and tried to regulate the mana, but it was being forced backward, making his veins bulge and his skin turn black.

Right at that critical moment, Nefarius used a movement technique and appeared before him.

Then he took out a talisman and placed it on the dean’s abdomen. In a matter of seconds, the talisman exploded.

Kra-boom!

Since he couldn’t use mana or aura to protect himself, the explosion took a toll on his body, leaving him at death’s door.

* * *

As the dust cleared, everyone saw Nefarius holding the dean by the neck, while the dean seemed at death’s door.

Chaos spread across the auditorium. No one had expected to see the dean, the strongest man on the continent, reduced to such a state by a man who had been considered killed by his own hands.

Even the professors wore horrified expressions.

"Dean!" Professor Joseph stomped on the ground and leapt toward the dean, but was stopped by the masked men.

"Tsk," Professor Joseph clicked his tongue. He had to help the dean, but the path was blocked.

Right Then Nefarius spoke with amusement in his voice

"Kekeke, bow before my might."

He raised his left hand toward the students and unleashed his spiritual pressure.

Spiritual pressure is the invisible force or aura released by someone with a higher understanding of their soul realm. It’s the weight or intensity of their presence.

For those weaker in the Soul Realm, it is a terrifying reminder of the gap between them and their opponent.

The higher one’s Soul Realm, the more crushing their spiritual pressure becomes.

Wvrrrm!

A terrifying gravitational push pressed against the students and professors, forcing them to kneel on the ground.

Since Nefarius was in the Sword God Soul Realm—a realm that, at present, only ten people had achieved, including the seven great families patriarchs and a few others—it was a struggle to even resist such a strong swordsman’s spiritual pressure.

"Kekekeegegege! I, Nefarius, can finally see my children." Nefarius said, tears of joy streaming from his eyes.

Meanwhile, Gray was among the prospective students, bending his body to blend in.

He had pondered the main quest he had just received and was determined to give his all to strike at the tentacle creature.

The reason the dean was in that state was mainly because of the tentacle creature’s power. If Gray could somehow sever the spell, the dean would regain his mana and might have a chance against the hooded man, Nefarius.

Determined, he looked around and used the Ashborn Footwork technique to move to a place with blocked vision.

Fwooos!

Since he was at Sword Master realm mid-stage, he moved to another place without the prospective students noticing.

He went behind some debris and opened his system inventory:

Ding’

[Your Inventory]

From it, he took out a black robe that would hide his Ashborn family attire.

He also took out a solid black mask, infused with Abyssal energy, that would hide his entire face.

Gray had now completely hidden his identity and stared at the tentacle creature.

Meanwhile, unknown to him, a girl with short white hair, red eyes, and fair skin, wearing a luxurious black dress, was watching him with calm eyes, as if she were waiting for him to act, as if she knew the future.

’Vanitas’ The mysterious girl murmured