“Kid, I’m going to turn you into a puddle of blood.” After the Crimson Skullhead devoured Dustin, Bill’s triumphant laughter echoed through the venue. It filled the air with a chilling, lingering sound.
“Alicia, will Dr. Rhys be okay?” Aurora’s face was tense with worry.
Vampires’ abilities were mysterious and fearsome, especially their scarlet mist that could corrode human flesh. It was deadlier than any divine weapon. Without strong cultivation, it was nearly impossible to fend off.
“Calm down. Let’s see how this plays out. I don’t think he’ll go down that easily.” Alicia frowned, and her expression turned grim. Despite her words, her tightly clenched fists betrayed her anxiety.
Grace observed the anxious Marshall sisters with a smile and chose not to comment. Considering Dustin’s strength, she believed that even someone like Bill or a vampire of earl status couldn’t challenge him.
On the other side, Dalen looked at the anxious Wesley sisters beside him with a faint smile. He lightly fanned himself and seemed calm.
He said, “You two shouldn’t worry so much. With Dustin’s ability, dealing with those vampires shouldn’t be an issue.”
“How can you be so sure?” Ruby frowned. “These vampires aren’t ordinary opponents, and their methods are strange and difficult to defend against. One wrong move, and Dustin is doomed.”
She felt Dalen’s optimism seemed misplaced. There were three foreign contestants, and two had already won. She couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.
“Just be patient and watch. I’m sure he won’t let us down.” Dalen smiled and chose not to elaborate further. His instincts were usually spot on, and he believed Dustin was far more dangerous than he appeared.
“Something’s not right. Look at that Crimson Skullhead!” Suddenly, Crystal’s face tightened as she pointed toward the battle ring.
Dalen and Ruby turned to see what she was talking about and quickly noticed something unusual.
The scarlet mist around the Crimson Skullhead swirled erratically. It expanded and contracted unpredictably as if a giant hand were stirring it. This caused the skull to twist and become a grotesque, warped shape.
Within a few seconds, the Crimson Skullhead and the surrounding mist began to shrink like a deflating balloon.
Bill’s voice cracked with panic. “How is this possible? You’re absorbing my blood energy? What on earth are you?”
Then, the scarlet mist surged violently, and he was thrown backward as if hit by a shockwave. He stumbled back ten yards, and his eyes widened in shock as he watched the Crimson Skullhead shrink before him.
Bill’s face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with confusion and fear. He had planned to use his vampire’s inherent ability to turn Dustin into blood and finish the match quickly. But he quickly realized something was wrong.
Dustin wasn’t intimidated by his blood energy. Instead, his body began to generate a powerful suction that sucked all the surrounding blood energy. 1
If Bill hadn’t reacted quickly, he might have been drained dry. At that moment, he wondered who the real vampire was in this encounter.
The Crimson Skullhead shrank rapidly, and the surrounding mist vanished. Within a few breaths, what had once dominated the battle ring had reduced to the size of a fist.
Dustin stood while holding the Crimson Skullhead in his right hand. His expression remained calm and unfazed.
“Is this the best your vampire race can do? I’m a bit disappointed,” Dustin said, shaking his head. He then clenched his fist and crushed the skull.
Bill’s eyes widened in shock as he staggered back, and his face grew even paler. The blood energy, which had come from his body, had been destroyed. The loss was a significant blow to him.
“Don’t get too cocky! I don’t know how you managed to escape, but if you underestimate our noble vampire race, you will pay dearly for your foolish arrogance!” Bill’s face darkened with wrath.
“Is that so? We’ll see if you can back up your words.” Dustin extended his hand and beckoned with a challenging gesture. He rarely encountered vampires and knew little about their abilities, so he took this opportunity to learn more about them.
“If blood energy doesn’t work, then I’ll tear you apart,” Bill roared as his body began to transform. His hair grew rapidly and turned white.
His once-slim physique became massive and muscular. His limbs thickened, and his handsome features twisted into a grotesque, fearsome visage. His eyes turned blood-red, and sharp fangs protruded from his mouth.
Sharp bone spikes grew from his body, making him look even more terrifying. Where Bill had once been a striking nobleman, he was now a monstrous, bloodthirsty beast.
