The scene was lively below the stage but different on the battle ring. The arrogant and domineering Bill was sprawled on the ground, spewing blood. His face was deathly pale, and his eyes widened in sheer terror as if he had seen a ghost.
He couldn’t believe he would be defeated even after awakening his bloodline and transforming into the third form. He wondered what Dustin had done.
It seemed like a simple touch had drained his strength and torn through his chest. Throughout the entire fight, he hadn’t sensed any energy fluctuations from Dustin.
“No! This can’t be happening. I’m from the noble bloodline. So, how can I lose to a mere human martial artist? It’s impossible!” Bill’s mind screamed in disbelief. He couldn’t accept the crushing reality.
He gritted his teeth and summoned his bloodline power again. Scarlet mist oozed from his wounds as it gradually flowed into the gaping hole.
As the blood energy revitalized him, the shape of a heart began to reform, with the surrounding flesh knitting itself together.
The spectators watched in awe and horror.
Was this the terrifying regeneration ability of vampires? Even with his heart shattered, Bill could regenerate it. He was an indestructible beast. Only someone with overwhelming strength could kill him.
“You’re pretty tough,” Dustin said with a smirk, though he wasn’t surprised. He had heard about the vampires’ resilience, which only confirmed the stories.
Any human martial artist would’ve been dead multiple times over with injuries like those, yet Bill was still clinging to life as he slowly regenerated his heart with his inherent ability.
If Bill had been a bit stronger, he might have been a real challenge. But for now, he was falling short. With that thought, Dustin strode forward and was ready to end the match.
“Wait!” Bill’s face paled, and he said weakly, “If you have the guts, give me some time so we can fight again.”
“Why? Do you have another trick up your sleeve?” Dustin asked tentatively.
“Hmph! I underestimated you earlier. If we really went at it, I might not lose this time.” Bill gritted his teeth.
His pride refused to acknowledge defeat, especially at the hands of an unknown martial artist. For a noble bloodline, this was a disgrace.
“If you have no more tricks, there’s no point continuing this fight,” Dustin said calmly. He slowly lifted his index finger, and a focused beam of white light began to coalesce.
“I’ll fight you with everything I’ve got! “Seeing that Dustin wasn’t giving him a chance, Bill’s face contorted with rage.
His body exploded into a swirling mass of scarlet mist that surged forward. The mist twisted and shifted unpredictably.
“You’ve used this move before,” Dustin said impassively. He pointed his index finger at the center of the scarlet mist. A beam of white light shot out and violently struck it.
The explosion scattered the scarlet mist as it dissolved into nothingness without a trace. Then, a bloody figure silently appeared behind Dustin.
“Go to hell!” Bill snarled as his deadly fangs lunged for Dustin’s neck.
Though he was seriously injured, he could recover quickly with a fresh supply of blood. A martial artist like Dustin, with vigorous life force, was the perfect source of nourishment for vampires.
If Bill drained Dustin’s blood, he would recover and significantly enhance his strength. When he thought victory was in his grasp, his breath caught. His body went rigid and suspended in midair.
He looked down in shock to find Dustin had somehow turned around. Dustin gripped his neck with a single hand and lifted him effortlessly.
“Let me repeat. You’ve used this move before.” Dustin’s face was expressionless as he tightened his grip.
Bill’s pale face quickly turned red as he struggled frantically. He could feel a terrifying energy brewing within Dustin. Once unleashed, Dustin could obliterate him instantly, regardless of his regeneration ability.
Bill didn’t understand where this power came from, but his instinct screamed danger. It was a force he had only felt when facing his father.
“No… Don’t!” Bill’s voice cracked with fear. The instinct to survive overwhelmed his arrogance and pride. He lowered his head and began to beg for his life.
“Don’t… don’t kill me… I surrender… I surrender!” His screams echoed in desperation.
“It’s too late to surrender now.” Dustin tightened his grip.
With a loud explosion, Bill’s head and body burst apart like a balloon. Blood rained down in a gruesome shower that left scattered remnants behind.
No matter how resilient, life couldn’t withstand such annihilation.
