Chapter 83: Lethal Allure

The voice came from behind, very close.

Qian Ye did not turn around immediately. A deep blue, like the depths of the ocean, flashed in his eyes, and with his true vision, he indeed saw several unusual dark force fluctuations interweaving in the void around him, emanating from behind and enveloping him entirely.

His eyes returned to their dark clarity, and without changing expression, he slowly turned around.

In front of him, hovering in the air, was a woman indescribable in her beauty. There was no doubt about her beauty, but her expression was as cold as ice. Though she now stood at the same height as Qian Ye, her gaze carried an innate sense of superiority, as if she were looking down on him.

However, there was one thing that formed a stark contrast with her icy pride—her full, rosy lips, slightly pouted and lustrous, bringing a vivid life to her otherwise picture-perfect face, making one want to take a bite.

Her current image was almost diametrically opposed to the primal wildness she displayed in the scope earlier—one was ice, the other fire. Such a strong contrast brought with it an equally powerful allure.

Qian Ye regarded her with a curious look, his expression calm and devoid of any significant emotional fluctuation. He simply asked, “Who are you?”

She suddenly smiled, “That’s not too important. First, answer my question: was my dance beautiful?”

“Yes,” Qian Ye answered honestly.

With a slight twist of her waist, she suddenly crossed several meters, closing in on Qian Ye, leaning forward, and asked, “Then… was it seductive?”

From this angle, one could see the deep cleavage of her chest, which, by estimation, rivaled Nan Gong Xiaoniao’s in fullness.

Qian Ye nodded again.

The woman smiled in satisfaction, her eyes fixed on Qian Ye.

From a combat perspective, they were already within a dangerous distance. But Qian Ye’s hands, holding a gun and a sword, remained steady, showing no signs of unease or avoidance of her gaze. He even didn’t hide his admiration for her beauty.

The woman’s eyes grew brighter, and she laughed lightly, “My name is Dusk, a woman who is very interested in you. You… have pleased me, very much so. So, if you can pass a small test, I won’t mind sharing my bed with you…”

Before she finished speaking, two exquisite daggers appeared in her hands. In a flash, the blades were pressed against Qian Ye’s throat and heart.

The move was completely unexpected, swift as lightning, and it seemed Qian Ye had no time to react, about to be pierced through.

Just then, a thunderous sound rang in Dusk’s ears, and her heart core thumped forcefully. Qian Ye, unflinching, swung his sword, Dong Yue, straight at her chest and abdomen, carrying the power of wind and thunder.

Dusk was startled. Her blood domain had firmly enveloped Qian Ye, and at this moment, she could keenly feel the power of the sword. It wasn’t a gentle breeze but a fierce gale. She instantly judged that her two daggers could pierce Qian Ye’s vital points, but even with her speed, she couldn’t dodge the sword. She had to take the hit.

But how could she easily withstand such a blow? Dusk suddenly had a bad feeling; she wasn’t confident she wouldn’t be injured. Her combat instincts, which had helped her defeat stronger enemies countless times, warned her of danger.

At the critical moment, Dusk retracted her daggers, twisting her body to evade the blade. With a fluid motion, she pulled out another curved blade with her left hand, still aiming for Qian Ye’s throat.

Another thunderous roar, and Qian Ye, still unyielding, swung his sword at Dusk’s head!

The power of this sword strike was even more evident. Dusk could feel the dark force in the environment, which had been resonating with her, start to become chaotic, even beginning to press back on her. Surprised, she had to dodge, and the blade aimed at Qian Ye’s throat naturally missed.

Dusk rushed forward, leaving faint afterimages in the air, appearing behind Qian Ye, silently aiming her dagger at his back. Her two flashes, nearly instantaneous, were clearly powerful combat techniques.

Qian Ye, abruptly losing sight of her, showed no panic, nor did he rush to turn and search. Instead, he swung Dong Yue, creating a circular blade of light, guarding himself within it.

A clang resounded as Dusk slashed at Dong Yue, and both were violently shaken, as if struck by lightning, staggering apart. This was the first real clash. Qian Ye, though slightly disadvantaged, calmly leaped down from the tree, taking two steps back to stabilize himself.

Dusk performed a backward flip, landing gracefully on a large branch, floating up and down as if weightless.

Qian Ye looked up at her, his twin flowers put away, his hands tightly gripping Dong Yue. This was the strongest enemy he had faced so far. Though her technique seemed agile and swift, Qian Ye’s heavy sword and strength, comparable to a Dark Warlord, were not overwhelmed.

The most terrifying thing was the blood force she exuded, subtly disturbing the dark force in the environment. Qian Ye’s attempts to use Annihilation Strike had failed twice.

Dusk also watched Qian Ye, her eyes gleaming. Suddenly, she flickered, leaving afterimages, and in an instant, was in front of Qian Ye, her dagger almost touching his throat. Her speed was astounding; the afterimage on the branch had yet to fade, and the blade and her form were already in front of him. Even with Qian Ye’s experience, he could only barely react.

However, Dusk’s expression changed slightly. The heavy, black iron-like sword, seemingly slow but actually fast, aimed at her abdomen, forcing her into another deadly exchange.

In fact, after several exchanges, both realized that Qian Ye was still weaker than Dusk. But Dusk hadn’t expected that this human boy, handsome and seemingly frail, had a ferocity that belied his appearance. This tactic, for Dusk, was injury, but for Qian Ye, it was death.

Dusk’s figure appeared and disappeared, only the sharp whistle of her attacks indicating her assault. In an instant, Qian Ye’s true vision revealed a dense web of dark force patterns, making it impossible to predict her next move. This was the epitome of speed and attack, making her virtually invulnerable.

Qian Ye suddenly exhaled, slashing and thrusting Dong Yue, no longer searching for weaknesses, just cutting into the densest patterns, using all his strength. He felt the tip of the sword touch something and heard Dusk’s muffled groan.

The battlefield suddenly shifted. The moonlight dimmed, like being in the deep twilight of the endless night, with no moonlight, just a bone-chilling cold seeping into the bones.

Qian Ye felt as if countless fine threads were wrapping around him, making every movement sluggish. His normally nimble Dong Yue almost became immobile.

His wrist went numb, and Dong Yue flew out of his hand, plunging into the ground before his feet. Dusk appeared behind him, her entire body pressing against him, her arms encircling his neck, caressing it gently. If one ignored the killing intent, their posture looked like that of a loving couple.

Dusk buried her face in Qian Ye’s neck, inhaling deeply, letting out a faint moan, praising, “Such a delightful scent. How about I give you the embrace? What do you think?”

Qian Ye remained silent.

“Then it’s settled!” Dusk laughed joyfully.

Qian Ye felt a slight sting on the side of his neck, where Dusk’s fangs were poised. One bite, and the injection of her blood, would make him her offspring.

Dusk’s hand moved up from Qian Ye’s neck, gently caressing his face and eyes. Despite being in a vulnerable position, Qian Ye stood firm, not panicking, not even trembling a finger.

He was waiting for an opportunity.

This woman, calling herself Dusk, was one of the strongest dark races Qian Ye had faced. He had felt her dark domain’s suppression, second only to William’s. This wasn’t a difference in bloodline rank, but in sheer power level.

But Dusk’s desire to embrace him presented an opportunity.

Generally, during the embrace, besides granting blood, the vampire would also draw some blood from the chosen. It symbolized a bond, and the selected were usually of strong and valuable lineage, making it hard for any vampire to resist such sweet blood.

The purple blood energy in Qian Ye’s body, from the ancient Mammon clan, was among the top bloodlines. The source of the dark gold blood energy was unknown, but from the distribution of dark force, it was even stronger than the purple.

If the embraced individual already had blood power, the process would be a war between two different sources. The stronger one would survive, the weaker one would perish, with no room for compromise.

Qian Ye waited silently.

But Dusk didn’t pierce her fangs in. Instead, she bit his neck lightly, whispering in his ear, “I said, this is just a small test. Congratulations, you’ve passed, meaning you qualify to be my man. But this is just the first step!”

Qian Ye moved slightly, but his body below the shoulders was mostly numb, his blood seemingly frozen, and he couldn’t sense any dark force activity. This seemed to be a control technique of the vampires, using blood energy to block and lock all senses, similar to the force-suppressing drugs used by humans on captives.

Qian Ye, unmoved, asked, “Why me?”

“Because you are interesting and have potential. Though you’re weak now, I needed to use my domain to capture you unharmed. When you reach my level, you should be a worthy opponent. So, you have the initial qualification. But if you want to be my only man, you need to become even stronger.”

“Then… our meeting here wasn’t a coincidence?”

Dusk suddenly laughed, “Don’t waste time trying to stall. It’s meaningless. I don’t want to kill you; I just want to… be with you!”