A Ming's fingernails thrust out and, from the front, stabbed into Sun De's chest.
You stab me once,
I won't die;
I stab you once,
and you're probably done for.
There are thousands upon thousands of techniques in this world, but the strongest one is only ever one, called… appropriate.
Using the most appropriate method, preserving yourself as much as possible while killing your opponent.
The vampire's way of fighting is just that simple, monotonous, and boring.
Especially for someone facing a vampire for the first time; it's like all their previous combat experience gets completely overturned.
"Puff!"
Ten long fingernails pierced into Sun De's chest.
But,
the sensation felt somehow different.
The soft armor's protection should have been broken, but the slickness inside didn't feel like blood spilling out; it felt more like some soft-bodied thing wriggling there.
"Crash…"
