Chapter 73 Soul Monsters (2)

Chapter 73 Soul Monsters (2)

Chapter 73: Soul Monsters (2)

A combination of coldness and hotness was always quite deadly.

On top of these two unharmonious elements pressing against the werewolf, Seraphina's red sword was so heavy that it seemed the battle switched from the strength contest to the endurance test.

Either Seraphina's hands give in, or the werewolf's arms drop down!

Yet, that wasn't all that Seraphina had in her sleeve. Since her stolen and reproduced skills in the Mirror World now had a part of her soul, it was much easier to control them. Before this evolution, she could never successfully switch them in just a few seconds.

But now it felt like a reality.

With the Fire Breath Of Red Salamander lashing out its tongue at the werewolf's face and arms, Seraphina sheathed herself once again in the white pillar, all while her fire skill was still activated.

Hidden in the soul part of this flash skill, Seraphina let her sword go, switching to the close combat style she had been practicing with Aimee and other aspiring hunters.

Bending her fingers to make an imitation of a paw, she coated her hand in flames stemming from her burning nails that now represented her innate skill. As it evolved, so did Seraphina's close combat, as the fire head coalesced from tongues of flames around her hand, with the long fire salamander tongue extending her range.

It whipped the woman's arm while Seraphina actually thrust for a chest, perfectly disguising her main attack, drawing a lot of blood on the woman's human cleavage and collarbone.

Which allowed the werewolf to catch on to what was happening.

"A swordsman who can't use a sword! How shit can you be?!" The werewolf screamed at Seraphina's face while locking her in the close combat dance, where each breath was as important as life.

Seraphina growled back, "So much from a werewolf whose nails are weaker than humans! All you do is barking!"

"Bitch!"

In a dance of nails and fists, these two rapidly adjusted to their skills. For the werewolf woman, Seraphina's blinding skill was no longer that much of a problem, for she couldn't use it well through her nails, and fire at much only licked some of her tough fur defenses.

Keeping attention and defenses around her weak point, the werewolf contractor was slowly scheming her plan to defeat her opponent. At the same time, Seraphina was also absorbing tons of the woman's patterns and punches, increasing her experience and predicting them.

Seraphina's thoughts spun, 'I must lure her in... that's what she's thinking as well. So double fake... before I can draw my sword again!'

Stretching her hand for the weak point, Seraphina seemed to fall into the trap, drawing a victorious light from her foe's eyes. Her fire hand and salamander's tongue were going straight for that cleavage amidst the wolf's what appeared to be broken fighting posture that she had herself initiated to lure bait in.

But the tongue that had been a significant part of Seraphina's strength suddenly rolled up, entering the wolf's mask and slapping the woman's face hidden within it!

'I don't need a blinding skill to blind you!'

A move Seraphina had been saving for this precious moment, which won her precious seconds.

Not wasting even one, Seraphina broke the werewolf's space and wrapped her arms around her, straining her muscles to toss her up.

As she successfully did, Seraphina tumbled toward her sword and once again exerted every drop of her muscle power and hidden reserves to lift her weapon.

As the edge pointed at the red moon on which background the werewolf had been helplessly falling, Seraphina rooted herself to the ground and tightened the grasp around her hilt, waiting for the finisher with a smile on her face.

Which happened faster than it should have.

The red sword impaled the werewolf woman, piercing through her cleavage and bursting her heart.

The light slowly faded off the woman's eyes, with her arms and head hanging low.

There was still a disgusting stare on the wolf mask where the spirit's eyes were crowned.

Seraphina smiled wider while panting, "What are you staring for, loser?"

-

Hunter was flying toward Aimee, who was about to be flanked by two vampires.

He was a little too late to help her initially, but it was fine, as Aimee had already refilled some of her lifespans with the humans and even tasted a little of the spirit's precious lifespan.

Meaning she had more than enough power to sacrifice to protect herself.

And then, her man landed in front of her, his hulking frame becoming her shield. One of the best kind, it seemed, for his presence even dwindled the vampires' strength, making them frightened of him.

Which was a good image for a man in this world... but not for a man Hunter desired to be.

Hence, he curtly glanced at Aimee, confirming her safety before taking two vampires head-on!

Charging at the vampires with his towering body, Hunter seemed even slower. He also didn't have to cross a lot of distance, so loading most of Strength Origin in his legs would have been counterproductive.

Worse, the vampires feared the direct contact with him. No sane vampire would fight a dullahan and their armor directly, to begin with.

Fortunately for them, Hunter had a blood-related skill up his sleeve.

Which he used to control their movement.

Extending her hand to grasp the red rose's stem, the loud vampire stuffed her mouth with the bloody flower, her eyes widening with sparks...

...for this cold blood was just so sweet and rich in flavor, stroking and taming her tongue as though intertwining her in a strong and passionate kiss, making her legs weaker, yet the rest stronger.

She was thrown into such a conflict of emotions and instinctive feelings that she hadn't noticed Hunter closing up distance on her, with his hand extended toward her head.

Well, even the spirit within her couldn't focus on that.

However, there was a vampire that had stopped herself just in time for drinking Hunter's blood, shifting her course to bar his way.

She was the quiet and more clear-headed woman, moving toward Hunter with a safe plan in mind to avoid even touching his blood.

Yet, Hunter thought a few steps ahead and even had a trick up his sleeve that he wanted to test.

'Blood and Strength Origin in my right hand... a clear shape of a sword in my image! The father-in-law's swordsmanship! An instant expansion!'

As those concepts burned in his mind, Hunter's palm suddenly burst out with blood that had sipped out through his black gloves and gauntlet, forming the shape of a rose blood sword in a split second.

The quiet vampire instantly felt a coldness threatening her neck, even though she wasn't even that close to Hunter yet!

Gripping his blood sword, Hunter horizontally beheaded the vampire woman, cutting her head off her neck and leaving her body astounded before him.

Such a clean slash... such a perfect stance and usage of his muscles... and the best, the surprise element was just flawless!

Never in the yearly exam or this battle had Hunter used a sword or his red roses in this way, meaning no one could even predict the one move he had been saving for the desperate moment.

Well, the battle was about to end, so he could easily test himself there!

The vampire contractor's head rolled with widened eyes and parted lips as though she hated herself for not trying out his blood before dying.

As there was only one foe left, Hunter proceeded to deal with her.

It wasn't difficult at all!

All factors against vampires were in his favor, just like Hunter had expected ever since he learned that the World Order consisted of vampires and werewolves. The former was a race that had been blessed with the Death Honor before, a part of the undead tree's lineage.

They couldn't go against Hunter, whose skills were turning him into Death himself, for he could become any undead with proper experience and knowledge.

And the worst, his blood was the best poison to deal with vampires, as just a lick was enough to make them inwardly fight against their conscience and bloodline.

Having all of it as his advantage, Hunter defeated the loud vampire with sheer force, pummeling her face. As she fell backward, unconscious and weak, Hunter cast his shadow on her, looking at her with narrowed eyes.

"There has to be a spirit inside... well, I don't plan to let this precious information source be wasted! Whoever dwells within that woman, you're about to have fun!" Hunter laughed with sarcasm, unaware whether this vampire spirit would become his maid or someone devoured by Nakisha.

Of course, since Brandi was also in Hunter's World, Nakisha wouldn't just eat... right? He also had a feeling that this spirit's quality was far less compared to the women he had living in his world.

Therefore, he was curious about what would happen there.

"Going to seal her?" Aimee came to her boyfriend while dragging the corpses of another vampire and werewolf, throwing them close to the unconscious woman.

Hunter nodded, "I'll seal all the spirits here, so no word of what happened here will see the light. I can't tell what will happen to them because... I have quite unique spirits on my side living in my... inheritance."

Aimee didn't inquire into his words as it was not time for it yet.

But she felt like being much more honest and open with her boyfriend even now.