No one saw how the buzz-cut vampire's head went flying. They only heard a wet splat, and then a bloody abstract painting appeared on the wall behind him.
Although vampires had incredibly powerful regenerative abilities, if their heads came off, not even the gods could save them...
The buzz-cut vampire's headless corpse swayed in place from the momentum, then suddenly crashed onto the fighting ring with a thud, spraying blood several yards away!
Xia Tianming stood in front of the body, still looking calm. The blood on his knuckles was the only proof that he had struck—though no one had seen it happen.
After the body fell, everyone fell silent for a while before finally coming to their senses. Then the entire fighting hall erupted!
All the vampires frantically drew their weapons and guns, and the atmosphere grew tense in an instant.
The women clutched their heads and screamed. The whole hall descended into chaos.
When the blond vampire Bingchuan saw the vampire suddenly drop dead, he was too stunned to react at first. Now he had drawn the Obsidian Katana, and his crimson eyes were gradually filling with murderous intent!
Had that kid been hiding his true strength?
"Didn't you say he wasn't carrying any weapons or gear made from Black Spheres? How could this happen?!" the vampire leader growled, furrowing his brow.
Bingchuan frowned and replied, "I watched him closely on the way here. He really doesn't look like he's wearing a Powered Suit... Chief, let me go down and test him."
With that, he jumped straight down from the loft, sword in hand, and landed opposite the man he had brought with him.
Holding the sword in his right hand, Bingchuan fixed his gaze on the other man and asked coldly, "How exactly did you do that