Wherever There Are People, There Are Rivalries

Russell, wielding a slender blade, has the advantage in strength, while Amelia, holding a knight's greatsword, has the advantage in speed. Perhaps it would be more reasonable to reverse their advantages.

The relative merits and demerits of two individuals are matters that can only be determined through comparison and combat. After several encounters, Russell and Amelia both chose to play to their strengths and avoid their weaknesses, pressing the pace of the battle to put themselves in a more advantageous position.

Gradually, the rhythm on the battlefield began to become strange, with the speed sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the force sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

But to onlookers, there was no difference from before!

The battle was still fierce, and the speed was too fast for the naked eye to follow. Only during the brief intervals when the weapons clashed could the two figures be seen locked in a stalemate.

The air was brutally sliced and shredded by the sword blade, and the sword energy scattered in turbulent currents, carving cuts into the ground. The four guards retreated again and again.

Russell couldn't stand Amelia's pace anymore. He slowed down a bit and felt like he had no way to vent his energy. He glanced at Amelia, who was getting more and more excited as she attacked, and narrowed his eyes slightly under the black mist.

Using cards is out of the question; Amelia is just a little too fast, so it's not worth wasting a card on her.

Besides, he's a mage, not just someone who only knows melee combat...

Russell's fighting style changed again. He blocked the heavy sword's sweeping attack, retreated, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger to stop Amelia's pursuit.

Amelia swept away the rain of bullets with her sword, her movements slowing down involuntarily, but this gave Russell enough time to make his move.

Crackling sounds!

Electricity surged within her black robes. Upon hearing the sound, Amelia recalled the Thunder Wolf from before and immediately went on guard, holding her Knight Sword horizontally in front of her, ready to strike.

To her surprise, the silver giant wolf did not appear. Russell suddenly accelerated, leaving a phantom in his wake, and swung his sword horizontally with lightning speed.

Clang!

The two weapons clashed, and with them came a strong wind pressure generated by the swinging of the weapons.

Amelia's long hair was whipped by the strong wind, and she staggered back a few steps, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes once again.

Russell is faster and stronger!

Thunder stimulates nerves and muscles, making them more active. It's a small trick in combat, but the sudden burst of power is quite considerable, at least enough to disrupt the enemy's rhythm.

Clang!

Desert Eagle God was stored in his Space Ring. Russell gripped the Adamantium Blade with both hands and slashed down heavily. The sword energy swept across and tore through the air, creating a sharp shockwave, like an enlarged blade, slashing down at Amelia.

With no way to avoid it, Amelia gritted her teeth, raised her sword with both hands to meet the attack, and while cutting through the sword energy, her body was suppressed by an immense force, and she fell to her knees with a thud.

The attack isn't over yet!

Russell gripped the sword with both hands and unleashed a series of heavy blows, immobilizing Amelia and rendering her unable to use her speed advantage.

Boom! Boom! Boom—

Russell's fighting style abruptly shifted to a simple and brutal approach, wielding a sledgehammer as he repeatedly struck Amelia. The immense pressure caused her hands to slowly bend, the ground beneath her feet to crumble and crack, the impact widening and spreading outwards.

At this point, Amelia, like her younger brother, began to suspect Russell's race, and the black robe covering her face was clearly to prevent her from revealing her true appearance.

Could this guy be a vampire, or someone I know?

But who could have this fighting style?

Mira struggled to block each heavy blow, her azure eyes fixed on Russell, trying to find some Silk.

Outside the battlefield, the four guards looked grim. Amelia was being suppressed. Although she didn't understand why the battle, which had just been evenly matched, had suddenly changed so drastically, they realized they couldn't just stand by and watch; they had to do something.

Clang!

The male vampire drew a short dagger from his waist, while the three beautiful women each wielded Hidden Blade, and simultaneously entered the battlefield. Their ghostly figures moved at top speed, bypassing Amelia and launching a coordinated attack on Russell from all angles.

The others felt that the Grand Elder was slightly inferior, but with them added, it was a different story!

"Damn it, get back here right now..." Amelia shouted angrily. Any lower-level vampire who went to fight a powerful person who could fight her without being defeated would just be sending himself to his death.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, Russell remained in his stance, swinging his heavy weapon. Suddenly, a burst of intense lightning erupted from beneath his black robe.

The electric current swept and spread, the leaping Electric Arc transforming into high-heat steel blades that sliced the concrete floor into fragments, then peeled away the layers and soared high into the air...

Rumble!!

A thunderclap appeared out of nowhere, transforming into a blazing white circular field. The hidden Hidden Blade surrounding Russell turned red, while the four vampires were charred black by the electric current. Judging from their trembling bodies, they could still be saved if sent to the hospital now.

As the sword flashed, four heads shot into the sky.

Russell sheathed his sword and stood up. The headless corpse collapsed, and he shook off the filthy black blood from his sword. He held a Desert Eagle in his hand and smiled slightly at Amelia.

The black mist obscured his face, so the other party couldn't see him at all, and he laughed in vain.

With four guards dead, Amelia frowned slightly. Her heart was commendable in trying to save her master, but they couldn't distinguish the disparity in strength, and their deaths were meaningless... To be honest, she was a little disappointed.

These elite warriors, trained over a century, possess only this limited vision; they are not worthy of being entrusted with important responsibilities.

Every hundred years, the vampire clan undergoes a power transition to prevent the three elders from vying for power and causing the clan to split.

However, this cannot completely eliminate the struggle for power. Wherever there are people, there is a power struggle, and vampires are no exception.

The Grand Elder each have their own faction. On the surface, they all smile and laugh, but in reality, they fight each other more fiercely than anyone else. They will not take action themselves, but will send their subordinates to fight for power.

Take Amelia, for example. The vampire clan's stronghold is in Europe, specifically London, England. Before the previous elder went into slumber, he thoroughly consolidated his power in London, making it impossible for her people to interfere. That's why they came to America to establish new territory.

This is probably the unspoken understanding among the three elders: the earth is so big, there's more than enough room for three people to divide it up. You manage your power, I manage my territory, and when things reach saturation, we'll start redistributing it.

Amelia did a good job in Los Angeles, with many powerful people willing to become immortal vampires. She also used the power of human scientists to create inferior monsters that resembled vampires but were ugly in appearance.

However, now she has to change her plans. Several of her subordinates, on whom she had placed high hopes, proved to be of no use and all died before she could even go to sleep.

When it came to choosing a few more suitable leaders, Amelia's first thought was of human politicians. They were cunning and resourceful, but their strength was too weak. If they were assassinated, they would definitely not survive.

At that time, not only will her hundred years of hard work be in vain, but the next elder will also benefit from it.

The truly suitable candidate...

"You are not human!"

Amelia stared intently at Russell: "Tell me, what exactly are you? A vampire, Werewolf, or something else?"

Russell: "..."

What's going on? Why do I feel like you're trying to seduce me?