Blade froze for a second, clearly caught off guard. "You're not coming with me?"
Rex shook his head and tilted his chin slightly, signaling him to look behind.
A woman in white had just stepped into the chamber.
She looked young—far younger than someone who should be Blade's mother. Her features were delicate, her posture calm, but the presence she carried was anything but ordinary. This was the woman who had been bitten while pregnant, the one who had given birth to Blade before being turned into a vampire herself.
For years, Blade had believed she was dead.
The truth was far worse.
She was standing here now, alive… and aligned with Frost.
Blade's expression cracked for the first time. His entire worldview seemed to shatter in that moment, something deep and unspoken collapsing under the weight of reality.
So what now? Do I call Frost my stepfather?
Rex stepped forward and gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. "You can't handle this. I'll take care of her."
Blade hesitated, his jaw tightening, but in the end, he turned and walked away without another word.
Once he was gone, only Rex and the woman remained.
Rex looked at her with a relaxed smile, as if this were nothing more than a polite conversation. "Ma'am, how about you surrender? You wouldn't want Blade to see—"
Before he could finish, she moved.
Her speed was fast, but her movements lacked the precision of a trained fighter. She rushed straight at him, driven more by instinct than technique.
Rex clicked his tongue lightly. "Wow, that's… enthusiastic."
The moment her body came into contact with his, a powerful electric current surged through her.
Her body locked instantly.
Muscles stiffened, nerves overloaded—she froze in place, completely immobilized.
Rex didn't waste time. He had no intention of dragging this out. Every second he spent here was another second Blade could spend clearing out enemies below—and that meant fewer targets for him.
After a brief glance, he made a decision.
Pulling out a syringe filled with a strong sedative, he injected it into her without hesitation. Her body slackened almost immediately, the tension draining out as the drug took effect.
He dragged her over to the massive stone coffin that had previously trapped Blade, then activated the mechanism. The heavy stone slabs closed tightly around her, sealing her inside.
He didn't kill her.
That choice wasn't his to make.
Blade would decide her fate himself.
With that handled, Rex turned and headed down toward the main battlefield.
…
By the time he arrived, Blade had already cut through a significant number of enemies.
Rex's expression tightened slightly.
That was a loss.
Without hesitation, he drew his gun and fired into the remaining crowd, bullets cutting down several targets in quick succession.
"Leave the small fries to me!" he shouted. "You go deal with Frost!"
Blade didn't argue. He turned and charged straight toward the center of the ritual site.
Rex watched him go, then shifted his focus back to the enemies pouring toward him.
A grin spread across his face.
Frost had brought everything—vampires, mercenaries, loyal followers—all gathered here to ensure the success of the ritual. To them, this was a battlefield.
To Rex, it was a harvest.
With infrared vision active and his mastery over firearms, the enemies might as well have been standing in a line, waiting their turn. Every movement was clear, every target exposed.
He fired without hesitation.
No mercy.
No pause.
At the same time, part of his attention remained fixed on the fight between Blade and Frost.
He still wanted that kill.
But reality didn't follow movie scripts.
Frost, empowered by the Blood God, was far beyond what Blade could normally handle. The fight quickly tilted in Frost's favor, his strength and regeneration pushing Blade to the brink.
If not for Blade's own endurance, the battle would have ended already.
Blade exhaled sharply, his gaze sharpening. His sword flashed, movements precise and deadly as he focused everything into each strike.
"Swish—swish—"
One cut severed an arm.
Another sliced through Frost's head.
But it didn't matter.
The wounds didn't even have time to fall apart before blood surged back, stitching everything together. Within seconds, Frost stood whole again, as if nothing had happened.
That level of regeneration…
Even Wolverine would fall short.
"Jie jie jie!"
Frost laughed wildly, his voice filled with arrogance. "You think you can kill me? Do you even have the ability?"
He spread his arms, reveling in the power coursing through him. "I am a god now—the god of vampires!"
Before his laughter could fade, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Rex.
Without warning, a cloud of silver powder burst outward, covering Frost from head to toe.
Frost stepped back instinctively, then quickly realized what it was.
Silver.
He snorted. "Too late for that. Sunlight, garlic, silver… none of it can touch me anymore."
His gaze locked onto Rex, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "So you're Iron Man? Kneel, and I might let you live."
Rex shook his head, unimpressed. "Yeah… I don't think so."
He glanced over his shoulder at Blade and rolled his eyes. "Use what I gave you. What are you doing, playing around? Stick him properly!"
Blade blinked, then scratched his head slightly. "Right… I forgot."
You absolute idiot.
The two of them spoke as if Frost didn't even exist.
Frost's expression twisted instantly. "You're asking to die!"
In the next moment, he moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
A blur of motion, followed by a heavy impact—
"Bang!"
Rex's body was sent flying, thrown backward by the sheer force of the strike. Only then did he fully realize just how insane Frost's power had become.
This wasn't something Blade should have been able to hold against for so long.
Frost's movements were almost impossible to track, his speed leaving behind nothing but afterimages.
Rex gritted his teeth.
Dragon's Qi—burst.
Power surged through his body, his physical capabilities doubling in an instant. The world slowed just enough for him to start tracking Frost's movements.
"Interesting," Frost said, tilting his head slightly. "What kind of ability is that?"
Curiosity got the better of him. He stepped forward, reaching out as if to grab Rex and inspect him more closely.
That was his mistake.
The moment he got close, Rex flung another handful of silver powder directly into his face.
Even though it no longer caused damage, the instinctive disgust still forced Frost to recoil.
And in that split second—
Lightning exploded.
A brilliant flash erupted, electricity surging through Frost's body. His muscles locked, his movements halted as the current coursed through him.
The silver powder melted under the heat, dripping down his face.
Then came the second surge.
And the third.
Frost's body stiffened under the repeated shocks, fury burning in his eyes as pain and humiliation mixed together. His face stung, his control slipping for just a moment.
Rex glanced toward Blade.
Do something.
But no.
Blade was still on the ground, clutching his chest, not even back on his feet yet.
Rex's expression darkened.
Are you kidding me?
Frost recovered, his eyes blazing with rage. He charged forward and slammed a punch straight into Rex.
Rex raised his arms to block, but the force still pushed him back several steps.
This is bad.
Frost's attacks came like a storm, relentless and overwhelming. Rex struggled to keep up, every second pushing him closer to his limit.
Damn it… movies are lies.
Blade's not cheating hard enough!
If you don't step up, I'm the one getting killed here!
Finally—
Blade moved.
He seized an opening and launched forward, executing a clean three-strike combo.
It looked perfect.
Except…
It hit nothing.
Air.
Frost hadn't even been there.
But what came next caught him completely off guard.
Blade spat.
Right into Frost's face.
For the first time, the usually cold and expressionless Blade showed a grin, wide and almost mischievous. "Hey… got you."
Frost froze for a fraction of a second.
Then exploded.
Rage consumed him instantly. He rushed forward, knocking Blade's weapon aside with ease. A punch drove into Blade's abdomen, followed by another that nearly folded him in half.
Grabbing him by the throat, Frost lifted him like a lifeless ragdoll.
"Blade… this is where you die," Frost hissed. "Watch closely. I'm about to become the king of New York."
He leaned in, spitting in Blade's face. "Not just vampires. Humans too. Everything will belong to me."
"Shk—"
A faint sound.
Something sharp pierced his chest.
Frost frowned and looked down.
A syringe.
He stared at it for a second, then laughed. "Garlic extract? Have you forgotten? I'm beyond that now."
"Who told you that was garlic?"
Rex's voice came from behind him.
Frost's expression changed.
Something was wrong.
His body… felt different.
At the same time, Blade moved again, another syringe appearing in his hand.
Frost reacted instantly, throwing him away before he could land the hit. But even mid-air, Blade still managed to fling the syringe toward him.
Frost twisted his body, dodging—
But Rex was already there.
His vision sharpened to its absolute limit as he caught the flying syringe with precision.
Then, without hesitation, he hurled it forward.
"Pfft!"
Frost's body jerked.
Slowly, he turned his head and looked down.
A trembling syringe was lodged firmly into his butt.
His entire expression collapsed.
What… are you doing?
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