Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Blade, Stab Him!
Blade was startled: "You're not coming with me?"
Cohen shook his head, gesturing behind Blade.
There, a woman in white had just arrived. She looked young, around Blade's age, but she was Blade's mother.
When she was pregnant, she had been bitten by a vampire. After being taken to the hospital, she gave birth to Blade, half-human, half-vampire.
Blade had thought she had died long ago, but the truth was that she had become Frost's lover!
Blade had to admit that in the moment he saw her, his entire worldview began to crumble.
Damn, am I supposed to call Frost my stepdad now?
Cohen patted his shoulder: "You can't do it, so I will."
Blade hesitated, then turned and left.
In the secret room, only Cohen and the woman in white remained. Cohen smiled at her: "Ma'am, how about surrendering peacefully? After all, you wouldn't want Blade to..."
Before he could finish his threat, the woman in white lunged at him. Cohen chuckled: "Tsk tsk, you're so eager—I can't handle that kind of enthusiasm."
It was clear that Blade's mother wasn't a warrior. As soon as her body touched Cohen's, a powerful current coursed through her, leaving her paralyzed.
Cohen wasn't interested in dragging this out. The longer it took, the more enemies Blade would finish off alone—how would he earn his loot?
A plan formed in his mind. He pulled out a strong sedative from his waist and injected her with it. He had picked it up from Karen's hospital earlier. Then, he placed her in the stone coffin that had previously trapped Blade and sealed it tight. He didn't intend to kill her—how to handle her was up to Blade.
When Cohen arrived at the battlefield below, Blade had already taken down many foes. Feeling a pang of regret, Cohen pulled out his gun and fired indiscriminately, snatching a few more kills.
He yelled, "Leave these guys to me, go after Frost!"
Without hesitation, Blade turned and left.
Looking at the enemies rushing at him, Cohen's face lit up with a smile. To ensure the success of this sacrifice, Frost had brought all his subordinates, as well as human mercenaries and bloodthirsty followers. But against Cohen's infrared vision and master-level marksmanship, they were like sitting ducks. He showed no mercy, mowing them down while keeping an eye on Blade and Frost's fight.
After all, he still intended to steal the kill on Frost.
Unfortunately, things weren't playing out like in the movies. Frost, now empowered by the blood god's power, was overwhelmingly strong and was nearly toying with Blade. If not for Blade's robust physique, he would've been finished by now.
Blade spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes turning cold. He wielded his long sword with precision, the blade flashing coldly as he focused all his mental energy. Meanwhile, Frost charged recklessly, full of openings.
"Slash, slash!"
One swipe severed a hand, another decapitated him.
Frost didn't dodge, but Blade knew this wouldn't kill him. This had already happened several times. Before his severed head and hand could even hit the ground, a mass of blood threads poured from the wounds, fully healing them in seconds. Even Wolverine would be envious of this regeneration ability.
"Haha!"
Frost laughed. "Do you really think you can kill me? Do you have that kind of power?I am now a god, the god of vampires!"
Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared, dumping a large amount of silver powder on him.
What was this?
Frost quickly retreated, only to realize it was just silver powder.
"Hmph, it's too late to use that trick. The sun, garlic, silver—they can't hurt me now!"
He grinned at Cohen, who was standing in front of him. "You must be that Iron Man? Kneel, and I might spare you."
Having cleared the small fry, Cohen shook his head. "Hmph, keep dreaming."
He turned and rolled his eyes at Blade. "Use what I gave you! What are you doing, playing house with him? Stab him hard!"
Blade suddenly remembered, scratching his head. "I forgot!"
You big fool!
Their casual conversation infuriated the ignored Frost. "You idiots are courting death!"
In the next instant, he charged at the two with blinding speed. "Bam, bam!"
With two punches, Cohen's body was sent flying through the air by the immense force. Only then did he realize how impressive it was that Blade had held out for so long. Frost's speed far surpassed that of any human; his movements were almost too fast to track.
Gritting his teeth, Cohen activated his dragon aura, doubling his physical abilities, allowing him to barely see Frost's movements.
"Huh, what kind of power is this?"
Noticing the change, Frost grew curious and stepped forward to grab Cohen for a closer look. But as he approached, Cohen threw out another handful of silver powder.
Although the powder couldn't hurt him, Frost instinctively dodged out of disgust. At that moment, a blinding light exploded in his face!
A powerful current surged through Frost, paralyzing him momentarily.
The silver powder in the air melted, dripping onto his face. As the second and third shocks hit, the pain in his face became unbearable.
Frost's anger surged, his dignity shredded. Cohen had hoped that while Frost was immobilized, Blade would take advantage of the opportunity, but no! Blade was still on the ground, clutching his chest, unable to stand!
Regaining control of his body, Frost charged at Cohen, punching fiercely. Cohen crossed his arms to block, but still had to take several steps back.
Internally, Cohen cursed Blade for wasting such a golden opportunity. "Stop rubbing your chest! If you'd stabbed him earlier, this fight would be over!"
Frost's attacks came relentlessly, like a storm. Cohen barely held on.
Damn, movies really are lies. Blade didn't have any cheats!.If you don't pull something soon, I'm toast!
Finally, Blade made his move, a cool triple slash—but it only cut through air.
Unexpectedly, Frost was hit by a glob of spit.
Blade's normally stoic face twisted into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief: "Heh heh, ice monkey!"
How could anyone tolerate that? Frost, enraged by this taunt, lunged at Blade, disarming him in a few blows and pummeling him. Then, like a ragdoll, he lifted Blade by the neck.
"Blade, today is your death day!.Behold, I will become the king of New York!"
Frost spat in Blade's face. "Not just vampires—humans will bow to me too!"
"Shing!"
To Frost's surprise, Blade's limp hand was holding something.
Looking down at the slight sting in his chest, Frost saw a syringe sticking out of it.
With a contemptuous laugh, Frost looked Blade in the eye. "What is it, garlic extract?Don't you remember? I'm not afraid of that anymore!"
"Who said it was garlic extract?"
A voice came from behind him, tinged with amusement.
Realizing something was wrong, Frost felt a strange change in his body. At the same time, he noticed Blade, that sneaky bastard, getting ready to stab him again.
With a flick of his wrist, Frost threw Blade away, but mid-air, Blade still managed to fling the syringe at him.
Frost, suppressing the discomfort in his body, dodged to the side, but hadn't anticipated Cohen being right behind him.
With enhanced reflexes, Cohen caught the flying syringe with precision and hurled it again!
"Thud!"
Frost looked down, horrified, at the syringe wobbling from his backside.
His spirit collapsed: What are you doing?!
(End of Chapter)
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