Chapter 66: You All Understand the Skill Name Without Me Saying
Chapter 66: You All Understand the Skill Name Without Me Saying
Seeing Fang Cheng shamelessly appear before him, Muba Daichi exploded with rage.
But his anger faded quickly. The two SAT soldiers were nearby and could arrive at any moment. Plus, this fellow vampire acted strangely—maybe hiding a trap.
Muba Daichi had lost too much blood while healing earlier, weakening him. He might not win this fight. Even if he did, lingering risked the soldiers catching him. The earlier bullet storm had drained his recklessness. Now he just wanted to flee home, drink milk, stretch, and sleep.
Still, he couldn’t let Fang Cheng see his fear. He snarled, “You dare face me… Wait!”
Before he finished, Fang Cheng lunged forward with a short-distance dash.
Muba Daichi hadn’t expected such speed. Caught off guard, Fang Cheng closed the gap instantly.
Fang Cheng yanked a silver dagger from his backpack and stabbed it into Muba Daichi’s chest.
“Ah!”
Muba Daichi moaned in pain as blood erupted from his chest, wrapping around Fang Cheng’s arm and spinning violently.
Crackling bone snaps echoed as the arm twisted like a corkscrew.
“Another heart-mover?”
Ignoring the pain, Fang Cheng threw three rapid punches with his free hand.
Muba Daichi couldn’t track the blows. His face, chest, and stomach exploded with agony.
Gritting through the pain, he grabbed Fang Cheng and lunged for his neck.
Fang Cheng didn’t share a vampire’s taste for biting—who knew what grime he’d sink teeth into?
He smashed his forehead into Muba Daichi’s face.
Crunch!
Muba Daichi reeled, nose collapsing.
Fang Cheng seized blood dripping from his twisted arm, shaping it into a thin bloody blade. He stabbed it into Muba Daichi’s chest and ripped sideways, splitting half his torso.
Blood geysered out like a burst pipe, drenching Fang Cheng.
He kicked Muba Daichi away, leaping back as the vampire crashed down.
Blood rained between them, pooling on the ground.
Both stood wounded.
Fang Cheng’s arm healed swiftly as he analyzed Muba Daichi’s ability: generating and controlling blood. No normal vampire held that much liquid.
Huh. Reminds me of a certain monthly nuisance.
Muba Daichi rose, paler now, his chest wound sluggishly closing. He yanked the silver dagger from his heart. Blood coiled around it, spinning until the blade snapped.
“Do you think this is enough to kill me?”
Muba Daichi sneered, spreading his arms toward Fang Cheng. “Guess where I hid my heart!”
“Guess my ass! Did you shove it up your butt?”
Fang Cheng scoffed, only to see Muba Daichi’s face stiffen, guilt flashing in his eyes.
Fang Cheng’s expression twisted. “Gross! That’s fucking disgusting!”
“I didn’t!”
“Ugh, nasty bastard!”
“You—!!”
Fang Cheng refused to waste breath on a creep who stored his heart in his rear. Dawn was nearing—time to end this.
Two bloody blades took shape in his hands, sharp and pointed. With a short-distance dash, he lunged at Muba Daichi.
Red light burned in Muba Daichi’s eyes as the pool of blood at his feet surged upward, coiling into a thigh-thick serpent that shot toward Fang Cheng.
Though liquid, the blood snake spun violently, capable of crushing foes into twisted pulp or drowning them in its tide.
Its snake-like head looked absurd—like those tacky dog-head carvings certain ninjas etched everywhere.
Fang Cheng had no desire to relive the bone-snapping embrace of that blood. Worse, the serpent’s shape now struck him as a grotesque, writhing… mushroom.
Muba Daichi might as well have been chasing him with a giant dick.
Fuck no. Touch that thing? I’d rather die.
Fang Cheng pivoted, attacking from the side.
Muba Daichi stood rooted, sweat beading his brow as he redirected the blood snake midair.
Fang Cheng dodged again, but the “mushroom” (no, the snake) matched his speed, closing in.
He slashed at it, but blades did nothing against liquid.
Muba Daichi’s face paled, veins bulging as his eyes strained from their sockets. Controlling the serpent demanded everything he had.
One touch, and the blood would engulf Fang Cheng in a sphere, crushing him to paste.
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Yet Fang Cheng’s speed defied the chase—always a hair’s breadth from the snake’s jaws.
“Raaah!”
Muba Daichi roared like a constipated salaryman on a toilet.
His eyes flooded crimson, whites swallowed by black. Veins writhed beneath his skin as his jaw split to his ears, baring jagged teeth.
He entered the Crazed Blood state: sanity -5, combat power +5.
The blood snake split into three tendrils, attacking from all sides.
Fang Cheng charged straight at Muba Daichi, ignoring the danger.
The blood latched onto his ankles, crawling up his leg. Without hesitation, he severed the limb with his blade, letting the current drag it away.
Hopping forward, he closed the gap.
Muba Daichi, too focused on controlling the blood, froze at Fang Cheng’s ruthlessness.
Too late. A flash of steel—Fang Cheng’s blade sliced through his neck.
Muba Daichi’s vision spun as his head tumbled. He saw his headless corpse still standing.
Not dead yet. His neck bubbled, struggling to regrow a head. Once finished, his consciousness would return.
But Fang Cheng was already behind the body, blades aimed at its ass.
“NO! STOP!!”
Fang Cheng plunged both blades deep into Muba Daichi’s rear.
“Secret Leaf-Style Technique—You Know the Name!”
The strike pierced the heart hidden within.
The blood tendrils collapsed, splattering the ground. The headless corpse swayed, then crumpled.
Fang Cheng yanked his blades free, eyeing Muba Daichi’s severed head. The dead man’s stare held rage and shame—a warrior humiliated by a rectal strike.
“Not my fault, dumbass. Hide a heart in your ass, expect someone to stab it. Disgusting.”
He spat, then frowned at the corpse’s backside.
Stocks he could handle. But stripping a “stock” like this? No manual covered that.