"First things first: the kills are all mine later."
"No problem."
After agreeing, the two remained silent and headed straight for the target nightclub.
The few vampires stationed at the entrance immediately tensed. "Stop! Who are you?" they demanded sharply.
"The ones coming to collect you."
Before Daniel's words even faded, he vanished like a phantom!
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Cold steel flashed repeatedly. The vampires didn't even have a chance to react before they were instantly reduced to ash under the blur of the blade.
Blade's eyes widened slightly. "That's one deadly watermelon knife!"
Daniel frowned. "It's a Nichirin Blade! It only looks like a watermelon knife!"
"So it's still a watermelon knife!" Blade's mouth twitched imperceptibly. He wisely chose to say nothing.
The two continued forward without hesitation, striding confidently into the nightclub.
Immediately, two patrolling vampires noticed them and approached.
Swish! Swish!
Daniel's blade moved with smooth precision. In mere seconds, both vampires were turned to ash without even a sound.
Meanwhile, Blade also demonstrated his extraordinary prowess. Using his inherent racial ability, he remained passively concealed in the shadows, silently approaching another vampire. The creature didn't notice him until it was slammed to the ground with two heavy punches.
True to his word, Blade left this one "kill" to Daniel.
The two were men of action, needing no long discussions. A single glance sufficed for them to synchronize and enter stealth mode.
Using this approach, they infiltrated deep into the nightclub, and Daniel's quest progress indicators surged by over a dozen points.
It was safe to say—the stealth operation was a complete success.
When they finally reached the main club area, a thick stench of blood hit them.
The ceiling sprinklers were spraying wildly, but the liquid wasn't water—it was a viscous, bright red torrent of blood!
On the dance floor, a crowd writhed and jumped violently to deafening music, letting the crimson rain soak them.
By their ecstatic expressions, it was obvious: all of them were vampires.
Daniel grimaced. "Are all vampires this disgusting?"
While blood was their food, a normal human wouldn't douse themselves with soda. How filthy! Unless they were one of those "Spirit Guys," of course.
Soon, a Spirit Guy vampire spotted the pair. Horror instantly crossed his face.
"It's Blade! The Daywalker!"
The vampires' expressions instantly drained of color, eyes locking on Blade as if facing a natural predator.
In the vampire world, Blade's reputation was legendary. Even the newly turned had heard stories from their elders. He was practically an urban nightmare in their community.
Blade clearly enjoyed this effect. He grinned, his teeth gleaming even in the dim lighting.
"I heard there's a party here. Why wasn't I invited?"
"Die, Daywalker!" A bolder vampire, unable to contain his fear, lunged at Blade.
Swish!
Blade's silver longsword appeared in an instant. The attacking vampire's arms were cleanly severed, followed by his legs at the knees.
Yet Blade didn't finish him. He silently watched the vampire thrash and scream on the floor, his expression utterly psychotic.
Seeing this, the other vampires froze in terror. Already scared of Blade, they now panicked further. They bolted toward the main exit, only to find Daniel blocking the way.
"Step aside, human!" the lead vampire roared.
Swish!
A flash of cold light split him in two, reducing him to dust and ash.
Daniel locked the main door, watermelon knife in hand, a slight smile playing on his lips. "My apologies, this road is closed."
"He's the Vampire Killer! The lunatic who's slaughtered hundreds of vampires these past days!" A well-informed vampire screamed, recognizing the new boogeyman in their midst.
Like a wolf in front, a tiger behind, the vampires realized they were trapped—surrounded by just two people.
"Don't be afraid! They're only two! We've got the numbers!"
"Kill them!"
Desperation pushed some vampires into frenzy. They attacked like mad beasts.
Blade let out a contemptuous snort. His silver sword traced elegant arcs as he charged the group head-on.
As a half-human, half-vampire hybrid, Blade possessed inhuman strength and healing, immune to all vampire weaknesses—even deadly UV light couldn't harm him. He could sunbathe in the middle of the day if he wished.
With years of rigorous training, Blade's combat skills were near perfection. These low-level vampires didn't stand a chance.
Within moments, over a dozen vampires writhed on the floor, missing limbs.
Catching a brief pause in the battle, Blade glanced at Daniel, who had gone berserk. The watermelon knife in his hand was a blur, each swing turning vampires into ash.
Combat Analysis: Blade immediately recognized that Daniel wasn't using any technique—it was a pure stat check.
Suddenly, a private room door swung open violently, and over a dozen figures in black leather stormed out.
Leading them was a rugged-looking man. He immediately noticed the pair wreaking havoc on his subordinates.
Seeing Blade's distinctive teeth, his shock turned instantly into rage.
"Blade! You half-breed vampire bastard, it's you again!"
Blade kicked away a lunging vampire. "Quinn, back for some fun? Enjoying the party?"
"F*ck you!" Quinn roared, flipping the middle finger. "Kill them!"
The vampires around him drew firearms, aiming at the two men.
As modern vampires in the Land of the Free, carrying guns was normal.
Rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat—!
Bullets flew, and the two men quickly dove behind cover.
Blade grabbed a powerful-looking shotgun, firing silver rounds at the advancing vampires.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Silver shells tore through several lower bodies, leaving a pulverized mess.
But after a few shots, Blade suddenly stopped. He didn't continue firing.
Daniel frowned. "Why stop?"
"Bullets are too expensive," Blade replied, a trace of pain in his voice.
Daniel: "..."