As Hogg swung his arm, crimson energy gathered into a Claw Blade and plunged toward Black Ice's head.
But Black Ice reacted just as quickly.
It was too late to raise an arm to block. All he could do was jerk his head aside.
RIIIP—
This time, Hogg's attack finally pierced Black Ice's defenses and sank into his body.
Blood sprayed.
But Black Ice was an experienced fighter too.
Knowing he could not avoid being wounded, he seized the instant his blood sprayed free.
He turned it into chains and sent them winding around Hogg's arm.
At the same time, he brought both hands in from either side toward Hogg above his head.
It was a good plan.
The blood chains would bind Hogg, and Black Ice's own attack would follow.
If the blow landed, Hogg would suffer a serious injury.
But he had underestimated Hogg's strength.
Or rather, he had forgotten how much control Hogg had over Blood Energy.
The moment the blood chains wrapped around Hogg's arm,
the crimson patterns on Hogg's Mechanical Armor lit up.
The Mechanical Armor absorbed the chains around his arm, breaking them apart on the spot.
The claws embedded in Black Ice's shoulder glowed red as well.
"Aah!"
Black Ice howled in agony.
He thrashed wildly, trying to fling Hogg off his head.
But Hogg had already leaped away.
And he took a stream of blood from Black Ice's body with him.
That was the Vampire Werewolf's blood-drinking trait.
It was far more terrifying and uncanny than a vampire's.
A vampire, at least, had to bite its target to drink blood.
Every one of Hogg's attacks carried a blood-drinking effect.
Even his Mechanical Armor had become strangely sinister because of its blood-red patterns.
At that moment, Hogg held a clear advantage over Black