Chapter 56: The Reunion

Wei Po Tian’s face darkened, and he stomped heavily on the ground, his aura naturally solidifying like a mountain.

He turned back and shouted, “Brothers, today we fight these damn bloodsucking vampires to the death!”

With that, Wei Po Tian let out a furious roar, drew his military dagger, and lunged at the leading upper-rank Bloodkin. In his frenzied assault, he held nothing back, with no thoughts of retreat or counterattack; he only wished to thrust the dagger deep into the Bloodkin’s body.

The young Bloodkin was startled. The military dagger in Wei Po Tian’s hand shone with specks of silver light! That thick, unified silver hue could only belong to magic-breaking mithril!

No Bloodkin would willingly be stabbed by a mithril dagger. Though this young Bloodkin’s rank far surpassed Wei Po Tian, for a moment, he was flustered by the unpredictable assault, forced to jump and dodge.

Among the Fallen Angels’ novices, four were proficient in firearms. In the blink of an eye, they recharged their origin pistols and fired, then drew their military daggers, screaming as they charged the surrounding Bloodkin warriors.

Each one had bloodshot eyes, like mad tigers. But what truly terrified the Bloodkin was not their fury, but the mithril gleam from the daggers each novice wielded!

The upper-rank Bloodkin nearly groaned. When had humans become so rich, with each carrying a mithril dagger? If humans could be equipped to such a degree, there would be no place for Bloodkin in future wars between Evernight and Dawn. Truly, humans were a treacherous and detestable species, even setting traps within traps!

This young Bloodkin thought it was part of a larger trap. He did not know that it was not the humans who were wealthy, but the warriors of the Fallen Angels.

Each warrior recruited by the Fallen Angels came from noble families, and beyond their standard equipment, they possessed their own personal armaments. The standard issue for elite corps was already top-notch in the eyes of ordinary soldiers, but to many Fallen Angels, it was subpar, and so they replaced it with better gear.

When it came to weaponry, the Fallen Angels were indisputably the best in the military.

However, the vast gap in strength between the two sides could not be bridged by a few mithril daggers. In an instant, the novices of the Fallen Angels were all injured, with Wei Po Tian sporting a deep gash across his chest!

Despite their overwhelming disadvantage, these novices managed to fell five or six Bloodkin warriors, a proud feat. Yet, the gap in power was only widening.

In a blink, the novice squad of the Fallen Angels would be wiped out!

Wei Po Tian had knocked the young Bloodkin back three times, but the shine of Thousand Mountains’ origin force on him dimmed. Frustration gnawed at him—each counterattack missed. His opponent was too fast.

He was now certain that this young Bloodkin was at least a true Blood Knight, otherwise, his attacks would not be so heavy, almost breaking his Thousand Mountains defense in just two blows. Given their current disparity, once his defense was breached, he would be utterly at the mercy of his enemy.

Panting like a red-eyed bull, Wei Po Tian stood firmly, fixing his gaze on his opponent, resolving that next time, he would forego defense and plunge his mithril dagger into the Bloodkin, even if it cost him his life!

The young Blood Knight was even more frustrated. He could not break through the origin defense of this fourth-level novice with two heavy strikes. If this news spread, he would become a laughingstock. The other novices of the Fallen Angels were on their last legs. If he could not finish off this troublesome youth before his underlings ended their battles, where would the dignity of a Blood Knight lie?

The Blood Knight did not charge again. He stood still, a blood-red shield coalescing on his right arm, a swirling crimson light igniting in his left, growing ever more intense. He glared at Wei Po Tian, his smile increasingly sinister.

Clearly, a powerful strike was brewing!

At this moment, Qian Ye, hidden in the shadows, saw his chance and pressed the trigger with steady, firm pressure.

The Eagle Strike roared like thunder on a muggy afternoon, its burst of origin force lighting up half the street. The recoil pushed Qian Ye back a meter, but the solid origin bullet shot forward with unstoppable speed, slicing through the air toward the charging Blood Knight.

A wisp of blood energy inside the bullet sensed something and began to wildly surge back and forth!

A blinding red light flashed before Wei Po Tian, the shockwave pushing him back two steps.

If the shockwave could push back Wei Po Tian in his Thousand Mountains state, the direct hit from the origin explosion sent the Blood Knight flying ten meters!

The Blood Knight, fast and highly reactive, instantly crossed his arms to protect his head and chest, plowing deep furrows in the street. His blood force-imbued shield vanished in the clash.

After the impact, the Blood Knight’s arms bled profusely, with wounds deep enough to see bone. His shirt was in tatters, and his upper body armor shattered by the single shot of the Eagle Strike.

Two hundred meters—the optimal range for the Eagle Strike!

Qian Ye sighed inwardly. This Blood Knight was clearly a seventh-level, and though not specialized like Tianshe, the massive gap in levels meant he only suffered grievous injuries. Still, he hoped the Blood Knight enjoyed the added seasoning in the origin bullet.

Lowering his arms, the Blood Knight’s crimson eyes fixed on Qian Ye’s position. Without command, several trained elite Bloodkin warriors abandoned the exhausted novices of the Fallen Angels and pounced in the direction of the origin bullet. Their long war with humanity taught them one thing: neutralize the sniper first!

The Eagle Strike’s loud report gave Qian Ye away. He didn’t have time to adjust his weakened state after the massive release of origin force. Grabbing his hand axe, he leaped up, ready for close combat.

But the Bloodkin warrior arrived faster than Qian Ye expected. A black blur crashed into him, entwining him and tumbling together onto the street.

This was a fourth-level Bloodkin warrior, with blood-red eyes glowing cruelly from deep green sockets. In the grapple, he gained the upper hand, pinning Qian Ye down, one hand choking him, the other thrusting a short knife straight at his chest!

A fourth-level Bloodkin warrior matched a fifth-level human warrior in strength. Qian Ye felt as if a steel band encircled his neck, leaving him breathless. His hand, twisted awkwardly, held the axe, so he used his left hand to grip the Bloodkin’s wrist, stopping the descent of the short knife with its black-gold patterned blade.

It became a test of strength.

Choking, with blood flow constricted, Qian Ye’s face turned purple. After the initial chaos, he realized the Bloodkin warrior’s strength was weaker than expected.

They were at a stalemate.

Suddenly, Qian Ye’s heart pounded, his dark blood roiling. Seven streams of blood energy surged throughout his body!

His neck muscles bulged, instantly doubling in size, prying apart the Bloodkin warrior’s fingers.

Stunned, the Bloodkin’s left hand trembled, muscles quivering, yet no matter how he strained, he couldn’t tighten his grip. How could a mere third-level human possess such strength?

Drawing a deep, sweet breath, Qian Ye’s cells rejoiced.

He suddenly exerted force with his left hand. The Bloodkin warrior screamed, his wrist bones snapping, the knife falling. Qian Ye threw the Bloodkin off, snatched the fallen blade, and plunged it into the warrior’s heart.

Tossing the short knife aside, Qian Ye injected a stimulant into his thigh. His Origin Surge technique rushed through his weary meridians. But he had no time to recover. Another Bloodkin warrior lunged from behind.

Qian Ye curled and somersaulted, evading the attack, and sprang to his feet. He shouted, turned, and met the new adversary head-on, sending the unprepared Bloodkin flying with a thunderous thud, struggling and unable to rise.

Qian Ye nimbly leaped, dodging two slashing knives, suppressing a grunt from a recently bruised shoulder.

The two Bloodkin warriors missed and swiftly changed positions, continuing their flanking attack.

Qian Ye lunged into the right-hand Bloodkin, making over a dozen cuts in moments. Crimson blood soaked both.

But Qian Ye felt a sharp pain in his back—a long gash from the other Bloodkin. Silently, he swung his hand axe to block the second slash, then splashed the warrior’s face with a small leather bag’s contents.

The Bloodkin’s exposed skin instantly blistered and blackened. Screaming and clutching his face, he rolled in agony. The liquid in the bag, which Qian Ye used to soak his blades, now scorched the Bloodkin’s face.

Within moments, Qian Ye dispatched the first wave of four Bloodkin. Yet, a dozen meters away, six black figures sped toward him, and the Blood Knight, badly wounded by the Eagle Strike, charged at Wei Po Tian, face contorted in rage.

Most of the Bloodkin assaulting the novices of the Fallen Angels had split off!

Wei Po Tian, running to his comrades, paused, then rushed forward, overcome by passion, a yellow glow enveloping him, knocking aside the two Bloodkin targeting Qian Ye.

Breathless, Wei Po Tian gripped Qian Yi’s arm, stammering, “Xiao Ye!”

But suddenly, dizziness overwhelmed him, a mighty force jolting him, and he found himself airborne, landing with a painful thud.

“Get out! Go to the Expeditionary Force HQ and bring reinforcements!” Qian Ye bellowed.

Wei Po Tian, recognizing Qian Ye, stared in disbelief. Roaring, he sprinted off, disregarding all else, shoving the pursuing Bloodkin away.

Stumbling, Wei Po Tian seized Qian Ye’s arm, gasping, “Xiao Ye!”

But suddenly, the world spun, a tremendous force surged through his grip, and he lost balance, landing painfully.

“Go! Rookie! Don’t slow me down!” Qian Ye booted Wei Po Tian back to the Fallen Angels, shouting fiercely.