Chapter 950: Chapter 950: The Power of Blood Fusion
Facing the arrogant Obadiah Heptinstall, Marc Fraley was also filled with anger.
He narrowed his eyes and said, “Heptinstall, you underestimate the Capital City Martial Arts Association. You really think that with your white bone army, you can pose a threat to the Association?”
Obadiah Heptinstall roared with laughter, “Are you referring to the eight senior officials of the Capital City Martial Arts Association?”
Marc’s eyebrows creased slightly.
Obadiah had hit the nail on the head.
Obadiah sneered, “Don’t forget what my background is, kid. I know much more than you do!”
“If those eight senior officials could show up, would it be your turn to strut around?”
Marc’s complexion slightly worsened and he remained silent for a mont.
Obadiah patted Marc’s shoulder, saying, “The prisoners are of no use anyway. You might as well hand them over to . It won’t do you any harm.”
“As a reward, I can give you a thousand spiritual stones.”
Marc remained silent for a mont, then responded, “Give a few days to consider, I have to discuss this big matter.”
Obadiah nodded slightly, “Alright, I will give you a maximum of one week.”
Leaving these words behind, Obadiah turned and walked away.
After that, Star rushed in.
He said solemnly, “This matter…we absolutely can’t agree to it!”
Marc glanced at Star but didn’t say anything.
…
In the cell.
Seeing Ethan Smith in pain, the prisoners began chatting with him, trying to distract him and help alleviate his suffering.
They discussed their pasts, each telling his own jokes.
It must be admitted, it was sowhat effective.
Ethan struggled to lift his head and said with a smile, “Thank you, everyone…”
“No need to thank us, we witnessed it when Miss Taylor was imprisoned,” soone said.
“Shut up! Why bring up events best forgotten?” Another person scolded.
The man imdiately covered his mouth, like a child that had made a mistake.
Ethan looked at the few tubes. He tried to struggle, but failed once again.
“If I could recover to my peak state, maybe I could forcefully break free…” Ethan thought to himself.
But the conditions here were too poor. To recover, who knows how long it would take.
The next morning.
Marc Fraley and Dominic Taylor walked in from outside.
“It’s about ti,” said Marc.
Dominic Taylor nodded slightly, “This blood is enough.”
That being said, he looked up at the extrely weak Ethan and laughed, “Ethan Smith, rest assured, if it’s truly useful, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
Despite his anger, Ethan was utterly helpless.
The few of them collected Ethan’s blood and subsequently arrived at a room in the Capital City Martial Arts Association.
Next, they poured the blood into a bathtub. Dominic undressed and slowly lay down.
He opened all his pores and absorbed Ethan’s blood with all his might.
It was unknown whether it was because Emily’s bloodline was in his body, but Ethan’s fresh blood wildly rushed towards Dominic.
“Hiss…”
A white mist began to emanate from Dominic’s body.
The two types of blood seed to be rging within Dominic’s body!
“Ah…”
A moan escaped Dominic’s mouth.
It was unclear whether he was in pain or pleasure.
With the absorption of the blood, Dominic’s body began to change rapidly!
In an instant, his body was covered in a Golden Light, his flesh becoming unyieldingly robust!
And the power of his bloodline was elevated once more at this mont!
“Hiss!”
At the mont all the blood was absorbed, a ray of light radiated from Dominic’s body!
The light was pure and holy, akin to a god, inspiring prostration and worship at first sight!
Even Marc was affected, his body slightly trembling!
“Ah… Ah…”
Dominic roared, terrifying strength erupting from his body!
Even Marc was shocked and kept retreating!
“Such a formidable power… what’s with this oppressive feeling…” Marc murmured to himself.
He looked up at Dominic, asking knowingly, “Young Master Taylor, how do you feel?”
Dominic glanced at Marc and smirked, “Good, better than ever! Who would have thought that Ethan’s bloodline… could be this miraculous. It seems my guess was correct…”
At this point, Dominic looked at Marc, “Mr. Fraley, please find a Martial Saint for .”
“A Martial Saint?” Marc frowned.
“You want to challenge a Martial Saint too?”
Dominic sneered, “Not a challenge, but… a slaughter! Whatever Ethan failed to do, I can definitely accomplish!”
“The fusion of these two bloodlines has made my strength incalculable, hahaha!”
Watching Dominic in his excited state, Marc made a resolution:
To inject Ethan’s blood into his own body!
After all, his body had once been saturated with Emily’s bloodline.
…
Two days later, Marc collected Ethan’s blood.
He mimicked Dominic and began to absorb Ethan’s blood.
Unfortunately, when he laid in the tub, Ethan’s blood did not react.
“Why is this happening?” Marc furrowed his brows.
“Could the thod be wrong?”
The nearby Channing suggested in a deep voice, “Could it be due to your bloodline?”
“What do you an?” Marc asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
Channing explained, “After all, Dominic and Emily are both from the Taylor family… and Dominic’s bloodline awakening has reached 80 percent!”
“But your bloodline, it seems to be not even 30 percent. Is that why you can’t fuse with Ethan’s bloodline?”
Hearing this, Marc exploded in anger, “So you’re saying I’ve been preparing a wedding dress for Dominic Taylor?! Among all the people in the world only he has reached 80 percent!”
Even though he said so, Marc was not reconciled.
He lay in the bathtub, tried countless thods, but could still not rge with Ethan’s blood.
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