"Not enough! Still not enough!"
Deacon Frost tossed aside the dried corpse in his hand and lunged toward the remaining vampire underlings.
His speed was terrifying. Those panicked vampires had no time to react before he seized them and drained them dry in an instant.
In just a few breaths, every remaining subordinate was sucked into a withered husk—Frost personally turning himself into a one-man army by killing all his own men.
"Finally… full!"
Draining the last one, Frost's face twisted into a satisfied, deranged grin.
Daniel could not understand whatever this move was supposed to be, but it still shocked him.
"Frost!"
Blade roared, charging straight at him without hesitation.
A cold gleam flashed—his silver sword sliced cleanly across Frost's neck, sending a hideous head flying high into the air.
But then, something bizarre happened.
Despite such a fatal blow, Frost did not crumble into ashes like a normal vampire.
From the severed neck of the headless body, a thick stream of blood erupted like living tendrils, wrapped around the airborne head, and yanked it back into place!
The cut sealed instantly, blood coagulating and flesh knitting together at a speed visible to the naked eye—restoring everything as if nothing had happened.
"What the—?"
Blade froze, completely blindsided.
"Hahahaha!!"
Frost laughed wildly. "Now you see it! This is the power of the Blood God! True immortality!"
Suddenly, Frost exploded into motion.
He became a streak of blood-red light, whistling through the air as his fist smashed straight into Blade's chest.
Thud!!
A heavy impact echoed.
Blade spat a mouthful of blood as his body was flung away like a broken kite, crashing hard beside Daniel.
"Be careful… this guy's off. Silver doesn't seem to work on him."
Blade struggled upright, blood trickling from his lips, warning Daniel urgently.
"I saw it. I'm not blind."
Daniel raised his Golden Desert Eagle and fired at Frost.
Bang! Bang!
The silver bullets punched through Frost's head and heart instantly.
But Frost merely staggered, and then—before Daniel's eyes—the wounds healed almost instantly, closing up in less than a second.
Twisting his neck, Frost locked his blood-red eyes on Daniel. "Didn't expect a human to keep asking for death. Fine. I'll finish both of you at once."
He shot forward again.
In an instant, he was upon Daniel, claws extending like five razor blades aimed at Daniel's skull.
Reaper's Eye.
Daniel triggered the skill without hesitation. The world around him slowed.
He slipped past the deadly swipe, pulled a watermelon machete from his inventory, and slashed repeatedly.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Frost's body was carved into several chunks in an instant.
But a second later, from each cross-section blood surged wildly, reattaching and merging.
Within seconds, Frost stood whole again.
Even the Nichirin Blade wasn't working?
Daniel was honestly surprised. Frost's regeneration was absurd.
"Don't waste your strength. These attacks can't hurt me anymore. Even if I stand right here and let you hit me however you want, you'll never kill me!"
Frost's tone was mocking—he enjoyed the sensation of toying with prey.
He wanted to savor the moment when they realized they could not kill him, no matter what they tried.
Hearing this, Daniel raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You said it."
He put away the machete and the Desert Eagle, reached into his inventory—then pulled out a Gatling gun and aimed it at Frost.
Frost: "???"
BRRRRRRRRRRRR—!!
Six rotating barrels roared as countless silver rounds turned into a storm of metal, swallowing Frost whole.
Frost's face twisted in horror. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
A torrent of bullets drowned him instantly.
This was thanks to Stane and his stepdaughter—after that "undeserved windfall" in Daniel's account, wasting silver bullets didn't hurt one bit.
In mere seconds, Frost's body was riddled like a sieve, full of holes with barely a piece of flesh intact.
But still—it wasn't enough to finish him.
His shredded flesh pulsed violently, blood squirming like slime as it tried desperately to reconstruct his form.
"What kind of monster is this…?"
Even battle-hardened Blade felt his scalp go numb. Wounds like this should've killed anything—yet Frost kept regenerating. How were they supposed to fight that?
Daniel, however, looked excited.
Because he saw it clearly—the bright red HP bar above Frost's head had dropped. Not much, but definitely a chunk.
That meant Frost wasn't truly immortal. If the damage was high enough, he could still be killed—by grinding down that health bar.
"Since the HP bar's visible, this just got easier."
Daniel's lips curved upward. The Gatling roared even louder, suppressing the half-formed Frost struggling to reform.
Under the relentless metal storm, Frost's body convulsed violently—shattering, reforming, then shattering again. At this point, the silver rounds accumulated inside him probably weighed several kilos.
Blade, watching from the side, felt his heart ache. He was already calculating if he could extract all those silver bullets later—waste not, want not.
"Bastard!!"
Frost's roar shook the chamber.
He had gained the Blood God's power—yet he was being suppressed by a mere human. It was humiliating beyond belief.
Forcing his power to surge, his regenerative speed spiked. His broken body barely managed to reassemble a humanoid shape.
Covered in bullet holes and nowhere near fully healed, but he could move again.
"Human!! I'll drain you dry!!"
Ignoring the continuous gunfire tearing into him, Frost lunged like a streak of blood-colored lightning toward Daniel.
Once he got close, this fragile human would die instantly—that was what he believed.
Frost grinned viciously, claws reaching for Daniel's throat.
Daniel smiled back.
"Muay Thai warning."
The Gatling vanished from his hands.
His right forearm snapped back, then—like a hammer—smashed directly into Frost's face with a brutal elbow strike.
THUMP!!
Frost's face collapsed inward, teeth shattering as blood and enamel sprayed out.
Before Frost had time to recover, Daniel stepped forward, grabbed the back of Frost's head with both hands, raised his left knee—
And rammed it mercilessly between Frost's legs.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Frost screamed louder than ever before.
Vampire or not, he was still biologically male—and thus possessed one additional weak point that female vampires did not.
A strike to the most vital area sent waves of agony through him, his body going limp, eyes unfocused.
Daniel did not stop. He unleashed a barrage of knee strikes, all to the same spot.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD—!!
The rapid series of impacts and Frost's increasingly high-pitched screams made Blade's scalp tingle.
Who was the real villain here?