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Boom!
A giant tiger made of blazing flas roared, ready to rip apart the mass of blood in front of it. The heat evaporated much of the blood, but just as the attack was about to land, a white-gloved hand erged, grabbing the tip of Sergei's cross sword.
In an instant, the fiery tiger shattered into countless fireballs, scattering across the sky. The falling fireballs incinerated many vampires who had been too terrified to move, turning them to ash. The remaining flas scorched the ground, walls, and stone pillars, blackening everything they touched.
Blade's pupils shrank behind his sunglasses as he witnessed the scene. He felt a surge of shock—Sergei's strength was clearly sothing far beyond what he had imagined. Even with only a glimpse of Sergei's true power, Blade realized that he was no match.
What struck him most was that the cross sword, sharp enough to slice through the thick tal door of a vault, had been stopped by a single hand. Blade's simple understanding of the Blood God now gave way to a growing sense of dread.
Even Pietro was surprised.
As the flas dissipated, the blood mass began to shrink and slowly ford into a humanoid figure. Before them stood a strikingly beautiful man, pale-skinned with long black hair flowing down his back, dark red eyes, and dressed in a black tuxedo. He exuded an elegant, almost gentlemanly deanor.
Pietro couldn't help but think that if the three young ones back ho saw this, they'd be giddy with excitent. The Blood God looked cool, albeit a bit ridiculous.
Just as Pietro was about to make a sarcastic comnt, the Blood God spoke, his voice soft yet commanding:
"I like your blood. I can make you mine."
But before he could finish, Sergei interrupted with a disdainful tone:
"Who told you to hold my sword like that? You wanna look cool, is that it?"
The Blood God was taken aback. "????"
He quickly understood Sergei's aning, as the cross sword he had gripped suddenly began to glow a deep, blood-red hue, becoming as hot as molten lava. In an instant, the intense heat burned the Blood God's entire hand to ashes.
Before he could even react, his vision was filled with a blinding flash of the sword's edge, and the next thing he knew, the world around him seed to fracture. The sword slashed through the air, and in a dazzling display of power, the Blood God was cut into hundreds of pieces, the scene looking as though reality itself had been sliced apart.
Having accomplished this, Sergei quickly took out a syringe and expertly injected it into a blood clot, instantly filling the vial with the crimson fluid. As he withdrew the syringe, he noticed sothing astonishing—the countless blood clots, previously scattered after dismbernt, began flowing back at an incredible speed, rapidly reforming into the Blood God.
The speed of the regeneration was nothing short of remarkable.
Sergei and Pietro exchanged glances, both equally stunned by the sight.
The Blood God's newly-ford scarlet eyes locked onto Sergei, who was descending toward the now-dry blood pool. His face grew cold with fury. Although he had the ability to regenerate, the process had been slowed, hampered by a strange force. That delay was a critical weakness.
Realizing his current vulnerability, the Blood God didn't hesitate. Cold and ruthless, he spread his arms and began chanting an ancient vampire incantation. Instantly, every pure-blooded vampire in the room felt an overwhelming sensation of doom. Their bodies froze, no longer under their control, as the crushing feeling of death washed over them.
Eyes widening in despair, each vampire suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood.
It was as if blood-red fireworks were blooming in every direction. The scattered blood gathered into a vortex, swirling toward the Blood God at a terrifying speed, empowering him with every drop.
Sergei and Pietro reacted instantly, attacking with seamless coordination.
Pietro activated his high-speed movent, dashing toward the Blood God faster than the eye could follow. The Blood God barely had ti to register Pietro's approach before the speedster's fist, now infused with the dark sheen of Armant Haki, connected with his beautiful, pale face.
The force of the punch, easily two to three hundred tons, obliterated the Blood God's head on impact, sending his body flying backward like a cannonball.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Several stone pillars were shattered as the Blood God's body careened into them, eventually smashing into the outer wall of the massive underground chamber. The impact created a giant crater, with cracks spreading out wildly as dust, smoke, and rubble filled the air.
anwhile, Sergei had already activated his strongest ability.
His eyes glead with a cold light as the cross sword in his hands darkened, imbued with the sa Armant Haki. Gripping the sword with both hands, Sergei unleashed a sweeping strike that sent a terrifying column of red flas spiraling upward like a fire tornado.
The fiery vortex sucked in everything—air, rubble, even blood—and evaporated it instantly.
Blade, who had been caught off guard, nearly got pulled into the vortex himself. He quickly stabbed his sword into the ground for support, but even then, he skidded across the floor as the imnse force tried to drag him in.
Through his sunglasses, Blade watched the red fla tornado with awe. The sight was more spectacular than anything he had ever seen, and yet his heart was filled with shock.
It was that powerful—so powerful that even soone like Blade couldn't help but feel admiration. Could such power really co from a human? Or were Sergei and Pietro sothing else entirely? Mutants, perhaps?
It was unbelievable.
Boom!
The fire tornado lasted only a short while before dissipating. The falling sparks in the air, combined with Sergei standing on the altar of the dry blood pool, made him look like soone straight out of myth—like a great hero.
Sergei slowly stood up, glancing briefly at Blade before turning his gaze in the direction of the Blood God.
At that mont, Pietro descended from mid-air, landing with ease. Despite having been at the center of the fiery vortex, he was completely unhard.
Still, Pietro voiced his irritation to Sergei:
"Hey, you nearly burned the clothes Natasha bought for ." He gestured to his jacket. "This is the most popular new jacket this year!"
Sergei responded with a hint of sarcasm, "Can I buy you a drink when we get back?"
"Just don't let Wanda find out," Pietro muttered, clearly resigned. "She'd definitely give us a beating."
Sergei rolled his eyes in mock disdain. This guy is Wanda's brother, yet he acts like he has no dignity at all. Then again, Sergei wasn't much better when it ca to Wanda. No matter how much she scolded him, he could only shrug it off, knowing full well he wouldn't dare talk back to her.
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