“Arrogant jerk! How dare a pathetic vampire like you come here and act so boldly? Do you think no one in Dragonmarsh can take you down?” Aurora fumed.
Just when she was about to take action, Fenley raised his hand to stop her. He understood that vampire aristocrats were formidable opponents. Given Aurora’s current strength, she stood no chance against them.
“I’m guessing this is your first time in Dragonmarsh, right?” Fenley’s voice was calm, but his gaze was icy.
“So, what if it is?” Bill lifted his chin defiantly.
“You must be clueless. It seems your elders didn’t tell you that once you’re in Dragonmarsh, you must keep a low profile, or you might end up dead.” Fenley slowly stood up, radiating a murderous intent.
As long as the Strequans behaved in Dragonmarsh, they were generally left. alone. But Bill’s reckless and provocative behavior was like signing his own death warrant.
“End up dead?” Bill laughed mockingly. “Do you and your little group think you can take me on?”
“Let’s find out.” Fenley slammed his hand on the table. Instantly, the dozens of skewers began to levitate and hovered in the air.
With a flick of his wrist, the skewers shot toward Bill like speeding bullets. Each skewer was charged with the Grandmaster’s internal energy, capable of piercing steel plates.
Bill’s eyes narrowed as his fingernails suddenly extended three inches and became razor sharp. As the skewers flew toward him, he sliced through each one with pinpoint accuracy.
His nails were comparable to Divine Weapons, slicing through the skewers effortlessly as if they were made of butter.
“Heh… Is that all you’ve got?” Bill sneered.
Just as he was about to continue his taunts, he noticed Fenley had disappeared from his seat. In the blink of an eye, Fenley reappeared just 20 inches away.
“Huh?” Bill’s eyes widened in shock as he instinctively raised his hand to strike. Before fully extending his claws, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
He looked down and was stunned to see Fenley’s hand had already pierced through his chest, blood staining his hand.
“You-” Bill was dumbfounded, and his eyes widened with disbelief.
Vampires had always taken pride in their speed and strength, which usually gave them a significant advantage over human martial artists. But he never expected Fenley to be faster than him.
At that moment, George and Jeremiah, who had been drinking and observing the scene, stopped their chatters. They exchanged glances, and both looked equally astonished.
They were well aware of Bill’s strength. He often triumphed over Dragonmarsh’s Grandmasters. But now he was severely wounded after just one move. It dawned on them that Fenley wasn’t an ordinary martial artist.
“Pathetic!” Fenley scoffed. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled Bill several feet through the air.
Bill slammed into the wall with a loud crash, and blood splattered everywhere. “Ugh!” He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
His already pale face turned even more ashen. Despite his impressive healing abilities, he couldn’t get up after such a devastating blow.
“You’re tougher than you look,” Fenley remarked with a cold glance.
If any ordinary vampire’s heart were pierced, it would be fatal.
However, as an aristocrat, Bill had superior vitality and a quicker recovery. Although his heart was damaged and would need time to heal, it wasn’t enough to kill him with just one blow.
“How dare you, you insignificant human! I’m going to rip you apart!” Bill roared.
His eyes glowed red as his fangs lengthened and sharpened. A cloud of scarlet mist enveloped him like it had a will of its own before it seeped into his wounds. The mist healed his injuries almost instantly.
The others frowned in disbelief at his incredible regeneration. Even with a pierced heart, he healed at an astonishing rate, revealing the extraordinary power of his nobility.
“Go to hell!” Once fully healed, Bill surged forward.
He morphed into a crimson shadow as he charged at Fenley. His speed had increased dramatically, and it was nearly impossible for Aurora and Alicia to follow with their eyes.
“You’re asking for it!” Fenley sneered and didn’t flinch. He punched the crimson shadow with a blow that seemed ordinary but was packed with destructive power.
There was a loud explosion when Fenley’s punch struck. It caused the crimson shadow to burst into a cloud of scarlet mist.
When everyone thought Bill had been killed, the mist swirled and quickly reformed behind Fenley. Bill reappeared in the blink of an eye, his sharp fang aimed at Fenley’s neck.
With a single bite, Bill could paralyze Fenley instantly, leaving him immobile and vulnerable to being drained dry.
