Chapter Twenty-Seven: Stay Away from Me!

Cheng Feng selected a new superpower in his mind, and immediately heard the system's notification sound in his head.

[Awakening ability...30%...50%...80%...100%]

[Acquired active skill: Blood Control Art lv1+1]

Blood Control Art?

Cheng Feng was taken aback, and in the next instant, the system flooded his mind with the usage methods and technical data for the Blood Control Art.

This superpower allowed him to control the flow and hardening of his own blood. As long as he had enough blood, he could solidify it into weapons of endless variety.

Daggers, blades, spears, lances—any kind of weapon could be crafted from his own blood.

This blood-manipulation ability clearly belonged to the category of vampiric skills, making it perfectly suitable for Cheng Feng, who was half a vampire himself.

He couldn't help but wonder—could it be that every new skill awakened by the system was automatically chosen to suit the host's own nature?

Cheng Feng tried activating the ability. The next moment, fine streams of blood seeped from the pores of his arm, the blood seeming to gain a life of its own as it flowed and gathered in his palm.

Under his control, the pool of blood began to stretch and take shape, quickly hardening.

In just two or three seconds, it solidified into a blood-red spear, more than a meter in length and as thick as a finger.

Grasping the warm, freshly forged spear, Cheng Feng's eyes lit up—it had worked!

He could freely shape his blood into any weapon he wished.

Meanwhile, Liu Shiyu was fending off a dozen vampires, their crimson eyes fixed hungrily on her, like predators eager to tear into their prey.

Even surrounded by danger, her chilly expression remained calm, as unchanging as ancient ice.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Her spirit blade danced with blinding speed, scattering silver arcs of light through the night, cleaving dozens of strikes in an instant that sliced three charging vampires into a rain of bloody fragments.

One vampire, spotting an opening behind Liu Shiyu, grinned darkly and lunged, claws gleaming with deadly light as it swiped toward her back.

A mid-tier vampire's claws were sharp enough to slice boulders like tofu.

If nothing unexpected happened, and Liu Shiyu failed to notice the attacker behind her, she might well be shredded to pieces.

Cheng Feng, nearby, witnessed this perilous moment.

He didn't waste time warning Liu Shiyu—there wasn't enough time.

Instead, he acted in a flash, lifting his blood-red spear horizontally, fixing his gaze on the space behind Liu Shiyu, and hurled it with all his strength.

Years of fighting experience gave Liu Shiyu an instinctive sense of danger at her back. She turned just in time to see the vampire lunging toward her.

"Whoosh!"

A blood-chilling whistle split the air—a slender spear of blood shot through the night, piercing the vampire's waist and hurling it away.

All this happened in a heartbeat. Liu Shiyu furrowed her brows slightly and glanced at Cheng Feng.

Seeing his aim was true, Cheng Feng let out a sigh of relief.

He immediately used the Blood Control Art again; more blood streamed from the fine pores on his arm, this time shaping into a blood-red sword in his hand.

He was preparing to rush to support her—but it seemed it was no longer necessary.

Liu Shiyu, ignoring the vampires still advancing, drove her spirit blade Frost Moon into the ground.

Spirit Art—Thousand-Fold Ice Seal!

She lifted her blue eyes; the air around her plummeted in temperature, a wave of frost pouring from her blade's hilt and spreading across the ground.

Centered on the young woman, all the grass and flowers nearby instantly turned to crystalline ice, the arctic chill sweeping outward, freezing everything in its path.

The dozen or so vampires caught in this field were shocked and tried to flee, but the freezing air spread too swiftly, giving them no time to escape.

All were caught in an instant, frozen solid into unmoving ice sculptures.

With several cracking sounds, these statues shattered into countless icy shards, a cold wind scattering them into drifting snow-dust upon the night air.

Cheng Feng walked over, glanced at the shards strewn across the ground, and raised his eyes to Liu Shiyu, his expression unreadable.

Liu Shiyu's lips curled in a faint smile, and she waited expectantly for praise, wearing an obvious "Come on, compliment me" look.

Cheng Feng, however, groaned and slapped his forehead. "Why did you kill them all? Couldn't you have left me one?"

Liu Shiyu's face fell, her head tilting in confusion. "Why do you want a vampire's head?"

Cheng Feng: "..."

Killing a monster granted him a new superpower from the system. Such a bargain! He wished Liu Shiyu would step aside and let him do all the fighting.

He'd just killed a Visek and gained the Blood Control Art. Cheng Feng was hooked—he craved more, eager for a bountiful harvest of new abilities.

But with her AOE attack, she didn't leave a single one alive—not even a wounded foe for him to finish off.

Looking at the bloody, icy debris everywhere, Cheng Feng grew more and more regretful.

Wait—

He almost forgot there was a survivor!

The vampire who had tried to ambush Liu Shiyu had only been wounded by the spear and flung aside.

Now, that vampire was struggling to his feet nearby, just in time to witness the massacre of his comrades. He shuddered in terror.

Damn! All of us—dead?!

Stunned by disbelief, he saw the demon-hunting girl and the man exchange a few words, then both fix their gaze on him.

The two began walking toward him, and he instantly lost all courage.

"No... stay away... don't come any closer, please!!"

To him, they looked like two harbingers of death. His face twisted in panic as he scrambled to escape, but the spear through his waist left his lower body useless.

"What a coincidence, it's you again," Cheng Feng said, approaching with sword in hand, recognizing the survivor as the man in the flat cap who had been following them earlier. He flashed a "gentlemanly" smile.

Seeing Cheng Feng raise his blood sword, the vampire panicked, falling to his knees and begging for his life. "I surrender! Please don't kill me!"

Liu Shiyu, disgusted by the vampire's cowardice, turned away in contempt, unwilling to sully her eyes.

"No backbone at all. I despise traitors like you most," Cheng Feng sneered, raising his sword to strike.

Desperate to survive, the vampire trembled and blurted out, "You can't kill me, or the Lord won't let you go!"

Cheng Feng halted at the word "Lord," reminded of something. "Tell me—some days ago, your people captured Elena. Did Dracula do anything to her?"

Although he was certain Elena's fate in Dracula's hands could only be tragic, he still wanted to know the result.

The vampire froze, hesitating for two seconds before speaking in a trembling voice, "If I answer, will you spare me?"

"Of course," Cheng Feng grinned. "We're people of justice—we keep our word. Don't worry."

ps: Though the author is a humble nobody, the kind reviews from two readers last night have filled me with renewed motivation.