Qin Ming loved blood! Count Dracula also loved blood! Both possessed the power to control blood!
In this environnt soaked with blood everywhere, who would win? It all depended on their own skills!
On the rooftop, Qin Ming and Dracula glanced at each other, then almost simultaneously launched their attacks.
Both manipulated blood, both leapt forward at high speed. Though their races were different, their abilities were remarkably similar.
The blood battlefield that Dracula had specially prepared for himself had now beco the perfect arena for Qin Ming.
However, although their powers were alike, their fighting styles were completely opposite: one elegant, the other fierce; one skilled in ranged attacks, the other excelled in close combat.
Dracula waved his hand, and the blood in the surrounding pool boiled, transforming into countless blood whips that shot toward Qin Ming.
Qin Ming, charging forward at full speed, swung both hands, causing the blood on either side to surge up instantly, forming a shield in front of him.
In terms of agility, the flying Dracula was far superior to Qin Ming, and his blood manipulation was also sowhat stronger in a direct clash.
If it were just a one-sided kiting fight, Qin Ming might really not be his match.
But being on ho turf, Dracula remained as arrogant as ever. As a senior mber of the vampire clan, he would never tolerate having to dodge around when facing a re human.
So after exchanging blood control attacks for quite a while, Dracula suddenly chose to close in and fight up close!
He leapt down, arm smashing against Qin Ming's in a heavy clash.
Though his skin was pale, Dracula's figure was actually quite tall, and he grinned, revealing his fangs.
"Kid! Don't think that just because you can control blood, you can compare to the vampire clan! Our bloodlines are worlds apart!"
No sooner had he spoken than Dracula's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist!
Qin Ming's punch swung through empty air.
Before he could even regain his footing, the blood mist surged forward and passed through him, reappearing behind.
In an instant, Dracula reford, slashing a claw across Qin Ming's back, tearing open his combat suit and leaving several bloody scratches.
Qin Ming spun around to strike back with a punch, but as his arm swung out, Dracula had already turned into blood mist and vanished once again.
Using the blood mist to move, Dracula darted unpredictably around Qin Ming.
As the blood pool around them boiled, more and more blood rged into the mist, gradually enveloping Qin Ming completely.
Dracula's figure now blended entirely with the blood mist.
His attacks missed, his location impossible to find, and Qin Ming even got bitten from behind during a sneak attack!
Of course, though Dracula bit down, he couldn't suck out any blood.
After all, Qin Ming's blood was so thick it was almost like jelly!
Surrounded and attacked from all sides by Dracula, Qin Ming found himself montarily overwheld.
He tried to manipulate the surrounding blood to break Dracula's trick but discovered the blood would not obey him—instead, the blood he controlled was being stolen away by Dracula.
When it ca to blood control, the vampire clan's power far surpassed Qin Ming's.
After just a short while, Qin Ming, covered in nurous wounds, furrowed his brow and suddenly stomped the ground.
With a buzzing sound, an energy ripple spread out. The blood around Qin Ming, which had been flowing freely, instantly froze solid!
The blood water ford shockwave-like patterns, and under the influence of Qin Ming's steel-like physique, hardened into sharp chunks like dozens of daggers stabbed into the ground, creating a crimson field.
As the blood solidified, Dracula—who had been continuously absorbing blood around him to replenish his own energy—finally showed a change in expression.
Just like Qin Ming couldn't surpass him in blood control, Dracula was also troubled when blood was turned into solid form.
After all, vampires were famous for sucking blood, but no one had heard of a vampire good at sucking jelly.
You drink water fast, but can you eat ice cubes just as fast?
Count Dracula, suddenly cut off from his blood supply, instantly retreated to create distance.
The swirling blood mist that had been circling around Qin Ming also flew away along with him.
As his body spun, the blood mist retracted—and in the blink of an eye, the blood all around reford into humanoid shape.
Dressed in his formal attire, his face dark and grim, Dracula glanced at the frozen blood on the ground and suddenly curled the corner of his mouth.
"Not bad. I have to admit, you sowhat restrain , but only sowhat."
Raising his hand, he controlled fresh blood to coil around his arm, wearing an arrogant expression.
"How long do you think you can keep these bloods frozen? In such a short ti, can you actually kill ?"
Qin Ming said nothing in reply. He took a deep breath and suddenly tensed every muscle in his body.
The next mont, he activated his bloodline.
Dinosaur form—activate!
With a roar, Qin Ming's muscles swelled, a horn protruding from his forehead, a dragon tail sprouting from his back.
His body instantly grew to three ters tall, engulfed in white flas, and he charged at Dracula at high speed.
Even before he got close, the terrifying heat generated by the fully unleashed white flas caused Dracula's expression to stiffen.
Fire had always been the vampire clan's natural enemy.
After all, blood is basically a form of water—and water fears fire above all else!
Only extre heat could completely destroy water.
Freezing blood to stop Dracula from absorbing it and thus healing was one thing, but the opponent could also manipulate intense flas?
Where had this new natural enemy co from?
Throughout the battle, Dracula had remained calm. Even when he saw the blood freeze, he kept his composure and elegant posture.
But when Qin Ming transford into a fiery figure, he truly began to panic.
With a boom, as Dracula exploded into blood mist, before he could fully disperse, a pillar of fire shot straight at him.
Qin Ming opened his mouth wide, spewing fierce flas, shaking his head as he sprayed fire wherever there was blood mist.
Wherever the blood mist tried to flee, Qin Ming chased and scorched it.
Under the barrage of scorching flas, the blood mist began to be consud on a large scale.
If all the blood mist burned away—then Dracula would truly die!
Realizing this, Dracula desperately fled, and seeing he couldn't escape the fiery pursuit, he suddenly shot up into the sky.
He knew things were bad—he ran!
Though a noble mber of the vampire clan, to be driven into retreat by a re human was sowhat humiliating.
But what mattered more—face or life? When there was no danger, he naturally maintained elegance to preserve the nobility of his bloodline.
But when life was at stake, Dracula would have wished to throw his underwear at his opponent's face just to buy so escape ti!
As a vampire with an extraordinarily long lifespan, he knew better than anyone: surviving was above all else.
This kid's power was no joke—he was ridiculously countering Dracula! Ti to retreat! Go hide for a hundred years!
Then after a hundred years, co back, dig up his grave, take revenge—and chop down his descendants too!
Having lived for countless years, Dracula was clearly a pragmatic guy—he ran decisively!
(End of Chapter)
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