Sarrow was supremely confident in his own strength.
Although he had only recently advanced to earl rank, Sarrow was already a War Saint before becoming a vampire. As a first-generation vampire, his bloodline was far stronger than that of second- or third-generation vampires, which was why he could reach earl rank so quickly after his transformation.
Boom!
His fist whistled through the air, carrying a fierce sonic boom, and a faint blood-red glow flickered on his knuckles.
His fist was about to smash into the city guardian’s chest and blow a hole straight through it.
But at that very moment...
A hand suddenly appeared.
Slap!
Sarrow’s fist, packed with overwhelming force and terrifying destructive power, struck the palm’s center. But to his shock, it felt like punching into a giant wad of cotton—there was no resistance at all.
Then, in the very next instant, an even stronger force surged from the other’s palm and slammed into his fist.
“Interesting!”
Sarrow’s lips curled into a slight grin. Twisting his body in midair, he dissolved the force and retreated more than ten meters, staring intently at Landon Lu. “You’re pretty good. You actually deserve me using fifty percent of my power!”
“Oh really?” Landon Lu just smiled, noncommittal.
“Take this, foolish human!”
He shouted sharply.
Sarrow’s figure blurred into a shadow as he shot forward, his entire body turning into a deadly weapon. He unleashed a storm of attacks on Landon Lu, like a raging typhoon.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
His attacks flooded in from all directions—above, below, everywhere at once. Not only was his speed astonishing, but every move was precise and masterful.
But...
Faced with this airtight, storm-like barrage, Landon Lu remained perfectly calm, blocking every attack without hurry and deflecting all of Sarrow’s blows.
The assault lasted for nearly half a quarter hour. Sarrow retreated again, looking at Landon Lu in surprise. “Not bad. I didn’t expect you to withstand fifty percent of my power. Next, I’ll go all out. I hope you can last a little longer!”
Do you have to act tough every single time?
Landon Lu glanced at him, exasperated. "You’ve already attacked me twice, but neither worked. As the saying goes, if you hit me, I should hit back. Now it’s your turn to taste my attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Landon Lu took a step forward.
That step looked slow and simple, but as his foot landed, Landon Lu was suddenly right in front of Sarrow and threw a light punch at his chest.
The punch wasn’t fast; it made no sonic boom or whooshing sound, and it even seemed feather-light.
Sarrow was stunned at first, then burst out laughing. “With a punch like that, you couldn’t even kill a normal person!”
Can’t kill?
Landon Lu couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head.
Bang!
The next moment, his fist landed squarely on Sarrow’s chest. A dull thud rang out, and Sarrow’s body shot backward like a kite with a broken string. As he flew, he coughed up blood—mixed with fragments of internal organs.
Sarrow tumbled back over a hundred meters before finally stopping. He stared at Ian Song in shock. “What kind of fist technique is that?”
Sarrow let out another miserable scream as he was slammed down toward the ground by Landon Lu.
“You stupid human, you’ve managed to piss me off. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your death has plenty of rhythm!”
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The eight wings on Sarrow’s back began to beat furiously. Black currents swirled around him, gathering thicker and thicker until they formed a layer of black rune armor over his body.
Roar! Roar!
Sarrow roared at Ian Song, his howl packed with powerful sonic waves. The surrounding space cracked under the assault.
But standing at the center of the sonic assault, Ian Song was completely unharmed—not even the corner of his clothes fluttered.
Sarrow charged Landon Lu again, his speed doubling.
“Loud? That was a sonic attack, you bumpkin!”
Sarrow’s face darkened as he corrected him.
Landon Lu met the attack with a punch of his own.
“Damn you! Go to hell!”
Sarrow roared, his wings beating fiercely. He vanished from sight, and a tremendous force crashed down toward Ian’s head.
Ian chuckled. “Is that all you’ve got?”
Bang!
With a mocking smile, Ian punched upward toward his attacker.
Awooo!
The punch landed square on Sarrow’s abdomen, folding him like a shrimp. He shot skyward, back arched toward the clouds.
Just then, Ian flickered and appeared above Sarrow, stomping hard on his back with his right foot.
Landon Lu smiled at him and gave his arm a casual shake, scattering the black flames from his skin.
Seeing the flames fall away, Sarrow’s eyes widened. That black fire wasn’t ordinary—it was the Asura Flame, a skill unique to high-level vampires like him. Even a War Saint would be instantly reduced to ashes by a single touch of Asura Flame. A War God would be dried out completely. Yet this city guardian, Landon Lu, was covered in the Asura Flame and remained unharmed, shaking it off as if it were nothing.
Boom!
A deafening crash shook the air, and when the dust cleared, a massive crater had appeared in the wide street.
Whoosh!
A battered figure shot out of the crater. Seeing Ian Song floating overhead, Sarrow instinctively wanted to charge again—but forced himself to stop.
The thought flashed through his mind—he no longer had the courage to face Landon Lu. He turned and shot off into the distance.
“Die!”
Sarrow charged Ian Song again, his speed doubling.
Boom!
He threw a punch, the sheer force nearly shattering the air itself.
Ian Song met the attack with a punch of his own.
Pop!
Their fists collided in midair. A sly smile crept across Sarrow’s face—his flames surged forth, crawling up Ian’s arm. At the same time, a shadowy figure silently appeared behind Ian, brandishing a blood-red dagger and stabbing at lightning speed toward his back.
Clang!
The dagger struck Ian’s back—but instead of piercing flesh, it rang out with a metallic clang.
How is that possible?
Dilo heard the sound and wondered if he was hallucinating. He’d used all his strength—and the dagger was a divine weapon gifted by his master. He was confident that if it struck Sarrow, Sarrow would be dead or gravely wounded.
Sarrow’s battle instincts were sharp; hearing the metallic ring, he immediately retreated.
Too late!
Ian Song smiled at him and gave his arm a casual shake, scattering the black flames from his skin.
What...?
Seeing the flames fall away, Sarrow’s eyes widened. That black fire wasn’t ordinary—it was the Asura Flame, a skill unique to high-level vampires like him.
Even a War Saint would be instantly reduced to ashes by a single touch of Asura Flame. A War God would be dried out completely.
Yet this city guardian was covered in the Asura Flame and remained unharmed, shaking it off as if it were nothing.
Run!
The thought flashed through his mind—he no longer had the courage to face Ian Song. He turned and shot off into the distance.