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Chapter 139: 117 Cold-blooded and Ruthless (2600)_1

Chapter 139: 117 Cold-blooded and Ruthless (2600)_1

“As expected… he didn’t die…”

Casio slowly walked towards the sofa.

Charles, whose head was originally pierced, had already vanished, disappearing like a puff of smoke.

“Ah.”

On the sofa, Emily screamed in terror.

“Stop screaming, or I’ll deal with you first.” Casio spoke in a cold, indifferent tone, his back towards Emily.

“…” Emily quickly covered her mouth, her eyes welling up with fear. Her heart was pounding. Mr. Charles had already been killed by this home-invading robber. Next was probably herself… and she was born attractive…

What awaited inevitably wouldn’t be pleasant.

Just as she was lost in thought, Casio turned around abruptly and pulled the trigger of the mechanical crossbow in his hand.

Three to four rapid-fire crossbow bolts whizzed towards Emily, striking on either side of her slender waist. With a soft thud, they embedded into the sofa and pierced into the shadow behind.

A muffled grunt came from the shadow.

A figure rolled out from inside, and Charles swiftly stood up, forcefully yanking the silver-tipped crossbow bolt from his shoulder.

He was not human. Even an arrow through the brain couldn’t kill him. But the silver coating on the arrowhead could weaken the Blood Clan, including a slight decrease in regenerative ability.

That’s why Charles had immediately hidden himself and pried out the arrows embedded in his body. But he didn’t expect Casio to open fire directly at where Emily was sitting! Didn’t he fear accidentally hurting a human? What a heartless man!

To actually attack an enchantingly beautiful woman!

On the other side, Casio had anticipated this. Combat was not only about strength, but also about brains. The only places that offered cover near the floor-to-ceiling window were two sofas and a coffee table that made up a lounge area. Charles could only have hidden behind those sofas. And most likely, he was behind Emily.

According to the past experience of Dusk, the Blood Clan they were hunting this time was a shameless fellow. He must have thought that hiding behind a human was the safest, but Casio was far more ruthless.

He shot without hesitating!

So what if a beautiful girl with a charming face and a good figure stood in the path of his shots? He still had to shoot.

Thud, thud, thud…

Casio strode towards the wall switch.

In the darkness, his field of view was restricted. The mechanical crossbow skills he had learned from Dusk couldn’t be effectively utilized, and his aim would be significantly off.

On the other side, Charles seemed to have sensed what Casio was trying to do. He immediately sprinted over, his hands slightly curled up. A faint red glow emitted from his skin and in a moment, it had enveloped his palms like a pair of gloves.

Charles wasn’t any low-grade blood slave; he was a true member of the Blood Clan, using basic blood magic was a piece of cake for him.

The energy enveloping his hands was poisonous blood energy, extremely corrosive. The moment it touched the skin, it could bore down to the bones!

Charles had imposing agility. He sped up to Casio and tried to grab him with claw-like hands.

Swoosh!

Clang!

A flash of cold light suddenly flickered in the darkness.

Casio, in a split second, turned around and ruthlessly thrust a dazzling silver dagger into the vampire’s belly. The movement was so quick.

Then he lowered his body abruptly, forcefully pushing Charles’s arms away with his elbows. He then lunged forwards, pressing his entire body onto Charles. The dagger, already lodged in Charles’s belly, was pushed further in.

In the blink of an eye, only the dagger’s hilt remained visible.

“Urggh…”

Charles’s eyes widened as pain registered on his face.

The dagger was silver-coated!

And why was his opponent’s close combat skill so deadly?!

Wasn’t he trained to use a mechanical crossbow?

From long-range to close combat, swift!

Just as a thought crossed his mind, a series of dull sounds echoed.

Charles doubled over as a sudden pain erupted from his abdomen. Looking down…

Casio had pushed the mechanical crossbow against Charles’s stomach and initiated the maximum power steam mode. More than ten gleaming arrows, making soft noises, sank into his flesh.

Then one after another, they came out from Charles’s back, spurting a spray of blood. Some of the arrows were laced with poison, some with hooked tips for enhanced bleeding, and some were triangular for easy penetration.

“Ugh…” He glared at Casio, his eyes wide in anger.

Casio looked at him with the same cold and ruthless gaze.

Every attack that Charles launched was skillfully blocked or dodged by Casio, who didn’t even allow the hem of his clothing to be grazed. In Casio’s view, Charles’s offense was simply pathetic, like a wild beast reacting purely on instinct, his intentions of attack all too obvious.

Even though Charles’s strength was much greater, Casio was able to parry every attack with effortless grace. His body was currently quite weak due to the twilight, so he relied on the destructive power of the mechanical crossbow. Several rounds later, the results were strikingly clear.

Casio was toying with Charles like a child.

“Aaaaaaah!”

Charles was thrown into a fit of impotent rage. His age equated that of a child. He hadn’t emerged from the pool of blood more than three years ago, and his introduction to human society had only taken place within the preceding year. His temperament was far from steady, and his combat skills were tragically poor. The only things he had at his disposal were his strong body and the low-level blood magic etched into his instincts.

The palm of his hand glowed red as he swiped through the air, but Casio sidestepped it and replied with a volley of arrows.

Feeling the pain in his back, Charles felt humiliated. Humans were nothing more than food for the noble blood race! And yet this lowly food dared to continuously wound him!

He gasped for breath and violently spun around to strike again.

He was met with another volley, with two or three arrows hitting him.

One of them, unfortunately, shot right through his eye!

Charles bellowed in pain and fury.

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Swish!

An arrow sliced straight into his throat, right through his mouth!

Ugh…

Frustration, frustration like he had never felt before!

I, Charles, am actually…

Swish, swish, swish!

Three arrows lodged into his cheek!

“Aaaaaaaaaah… Damn it!”

As Charles fell into another fit of powerlessness and fury, Casio coolly fought while retreating. He could already feel that his opponent was easy to manipulate. Like a foolish donkey really – blindly stupid.

“So you’re nothing special after all…” Casio mocked indifferently, formulating an experiment in his mind.

“Aaaaaah! You deserve to die! Despicable human!”

Charles ran towards him, howling with rage.

Casio dodged his attacks, and as he did so, he rewarded Charles with three more arrows. “Well, then, this guy really is an idiot…”

A fierce battle ensued.

Charles’s speed began to slow down. The ground was strewn with blood, and bloody arrows scattered everywhere. Casio held the crossbow in his hand. “I’m waiting for you to bleed. What are you waiting for?”

The blood race, like any other creature of darkness, had one weakness: the amount of blood in their bodies. The less blood they had, the weaker their abilities and healing capabilities. Hence, the best way to defeat them was to puncture their heart.

But the bones of the blood race were unlike human bones, and their heart was protected front and back by a tough exoskeleton that was hard to penetrate.

So the other option was to make them bleed profusely.

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the hall. At this point, Charles sensed the tide turning against him and a resolution to retreat started growing in his mind. His mind suddenly cleared, and he dashed towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

Casio followed him immediately, not lagging behind in the slightest.

Every now and then, he would take out his crossbow, and with each arrow that flew past Charles, he was beginning to resemble a porcupine, a rather large one at that.

Near the floor-to-ceiling window, Emily stood rooted to her spot, seemingly frozen in fear. It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought of escaping, but the combat happening around her was too intense, making it extremely dangerous with the arrows flying around.

Emily could only stand in the original spot trembling in horror.

At this moment, Charles rushed past her, and when he saw Emily, his eyes lit up, and he attempted to take her hostage. However, two to three arrows were shot toward the direction of the sofa. They pierced the sofa with a thud, and one even went through Emily’s dress.

It barely missed her thigh.

Emily screamed in shock.

“That’s right! This human behind me is ruthless. How can he care about the life and death of a stranger? If I use Emily as a hostage, it can’t threaten him at all. It will only slow down my speed of escape!” Charles gritted his teeth, and fled directly.

He didn’t waste any time dragging Emily away.

Casio took a cold glance at Emily who was so frightened that she almost wet herself, then he chased after Charles without any expression.

Initially, in this trajectory, Emily was taken hostage by Charles who forced Twilight into severe injuries and near death. As a consequence, Emily was also killed by Charles impulsively. It was truly tragic. But now, Casio has changed his approach, and Emily has escaped a disaster.

This can only be described as fate playing games with people…