Fierce Battle

"Come a little closer, and I can tell you who it is." Red Earl licked his lips.

The Mythical Zoan: Vampire Fruit could theoretically preserve both youth and strength for as long as there was blood.

It could truly grant immortality.

Swain watched him warily. "Whoever it is, I'll kill them. I don't care about your answer."

The smile faded from Red Earl's face. "Young man... when I was your age, I was even more arrogant than you. But in the end, wasn't I still worn down by the years?"

Time spared no one.

No matter how powerful or noble one was, everything would turn to nothing before time.

Swain's expression was cold. "How arrogant I am has nothing to do with you."

"Very good!" The other man applauded at his words.

There was no hostility in his eyes, yet they still made Swain uncomfortable... as though he were lecturing a junior.

Nothing more than a remnant of the old era!

With a slight movement of Swain's mind, crackling sounds suddenly rang through the air for a hundred miles around.

Then, a massive blue ring appeared above them, resembling some ancient ritual.

Red Earl's pupils contracted. The dark crimson wings behind him began beating rapidly, while the two sharp fangs at his lips flickered beneath the moonlight.

Immediately afterward, bone-chilling cold poured down from the ring formation.

"How terrifying. You're even more monstrous than I am." Red Earl put away his playful manner.

Blazing flames began burning around his body, isolating the obstructing chill.

Swain continued observing him, secretly wondering, Aren't vampires supposed to fear fire?

Of course, that was only something he had learned from movies in his previous life. Those rules did not necessarily apply in this world.

Swain used his finger as a sword, and the icy