The Earthson Foxman in front of me is covered in luxurious snow-white fur and has a dark brown sun mark on its forehead. It is also one of the smallest Emperor stage Grimm Monster Ive ever seen.

  Its small height does not denote its age but its tribe; all the foxmen are smaller compared to peers of the other tribe, and the members of Earthson Foxmen are one of the smallest.

  The tribe also special one case and that all its member’s Inherit bloodline. It is a special trait of their tribe; the strength of the individual depends on the purity of their bloodline and its awakening level, which is quickly known by the sun mark on their forehead.

  The darker the mark is, the purer the bloodline will be, and this Earthson Foxman pretty pure bloodline.

  I walked toward it, and when there is only three hundred meters of distance remained between us, the Earthson Foxman stopped and gently turned toward me with a graceful smile on its face.

  My appearance is not surprising to it; it had already smelled me when I entered its range.

  "I had not expected a human to come this far," It said. Its voice is soft devoid of any thick accent that Grimm Monsters have, and strangely, its voice sounded feminine compare to other Grimm Monsters who had a masculine or neutral voice.

  It is a known fact, but I couldn’t help but get surprised hearing it. This tribe is really different, and if everything I read about them is true, then I would have to be very careful in fighting it.

  "I had not expected to see a Grimm Monster either, especially someone from noble Earthson tribe," I said politely, making the smile on its face a little brighter.

  "You are not crass as other humans human; I will pickle you for three months if present the challenging fight," It said as if it will be my biggest honor.

  "We will see about it," I said with a smile, not one bit surprised by its statement. The Grimm Monster in front of me may look as pure as snow, but they are one of the devious, degraded Grimm Monsters out there.

  From what I read, the Grimm Monsters of Earthson Foxmen tribe like to dip the live human into their special, which is extremely painful to humans as it drilled into every pour.

  After dipping it into a sauce, they hand the human to curate. That process lasts for at a month, and in this month, the ingredient of the sauce go deeper and deeper into a human, making it an extremely torturous process and worse thing about the process, the human did not, the special sauce of them, keep them in perfect condition.

  We fell into silence after our brief conversation, just staring at each other, and this staring lasted for quite long, for about ten minutes before suddenly we moved toward each other.

  The dark brown scalding aura around it flared as a jade green rapier appeared in its hand while a vibrant green helmet appeared on my head beautiful red-green rapier appeared in my hand.

  Thank god, the morph enchantment let me morph not only the appearance on my artifact but also its weight. If its weight had remained constant then, there was no chance in hell I would have been able to lift it with my current strength.

  Clang

  Our rapiers clashed, creating a sharp sound; the sound did not have defeaning quality in it, which usually presented when my attacks clashed with the enemies. Not only there is a defeaning quality in the clash, but the sound that came out had also disappeared within a second, absorb by the ground and grass we were standing on.

  I am not the only one that is surprised by this fact, it is also too quite surprising, but that did not stop her from performing a very skillful quick thrust at my head.

  Clang!

  I quickly moved my sword and stopped it at the edge of my danger zone; letting it come any closer would have been dangerous for me.

  "Hehe!" It chuckled and launched another quick attack which I had immediately countered.

  Clang Clang Clang

  Attack after the attack came with each one being quicker than before, but there is more than the quickness to the attacks as they started to become more and more skilled.

  More feints begin to appear, the attacks that looked like coming to your c.h.e.s.t but instead going for the head and I have to identify each of feint correctly; otherwise, consequences would be dire for me.

  I would always practice at least once a week before going back to the once-a-day after I finished with that book. My combat skills were always sharp, even when I did not fight against the Grimm Monsters for more than a month.

  While I am good, this bastard is slightly better than me. Damn it, and its bloodline, nearly all the powerful bloodline transmit the combat knowledge, and I know for the fact that Bloodline of Earthson Foxman also does.

  "Your Bloodline is quite a powerful human; there are very few bloodlines that do combat infusion," It said as it had stopped.

  I am not surprised it mistaking my pseudo bloodline as a real bloodline; it feels like a real bloodline, especially when I intentionally project its aura outside.

  And also, it is right about the bloodlines we humans have, unlike the bloodlines of Grimm Monsters, all of which transmit the combat knowledge, the humans have do not do that.

  Especially the weaker beast type bloodline, the combat knowledge they transmit was much about instinct and half of which are not suitable for humans.

  "Well, the trailer is over; now let’s get to the real thing," It said a second later, and a scalding dark brown aura burst out of its body.