The Vampire Clown Taitino

Ye Chen's gaze lingered on Taitino's arm for several seconds. Then his expression suddenly froze.

It was because he abruptly felt some bizarre force begin to rampage wildly through his body.

Then, before Ye Chen could gather his focus to deal with it, that invisible force tore through and punctured the blood vessels beneath his skin one by one.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Countless streams of scarlet blood surged from the pores across Ye Chen's face, neck, arms, and other patches of skin. Like juice squeezed from a crushed fruit, it instantly turned Ye Chen into a bright-red "blood man."

Faced with such a sudden wound, Ye Chen lowered his head to look at his bloody palm, his blood-soaked brows drawing tightly together.

At the same time, Taitino, who had blocked Ye Chen's sneak attack with one hand, slowly turned around. He bared a row of gleaming sharp fangs and added in a strange, affected tone:

"Ah, I forgot to mention that my Spirit Art doesn't merely absorb your attacks."

"Anyone who dares approach me recklessly will have the blood inside their body dragged out from afar by my gravity."

"Furthermore, the blood I absorb can be used to strengthen parts of my body, making my flesh tougher than steel."

"Heh heh heh, that's why I said I'm your 'natural predator.'"

"Before me, blood players like you don't stand even the slightest chance------!"

At this point, with matters having come to this, the third elite Clown before Ye Chen had finally laid the true nature of his Spirit Art and the effects of his relic completely bare before him.

Taitino's Innate Spirit Art used those savage fangs as its casting medium. Not only could it absorb any ability-based attack related to "blood," it could also use gravity to tear apart the