Monarch of Evernight - Chapter 421

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Chapter 421: Fear [V5C128 – A Distance Within Reach]

Wildfang’s eyes turned round all of a sudden—his mouth couldn’t help but open wide as he sprayed out everything he had drunk . The torrential vomitus drenched the onlookers standing behind Qianye .

Qianye’s right fist shot out and, once again, slammed into Wildfang’s abdomen . This time, the werewolf could no longer hold on—his knees went soft, and he fell kneeling onto the floor . Qianye pulled Wildfang’s face up by the hair and delivered a ruthless headbutt!

Wildfang’s face turned into a complete mess amidst cracking sounds . His nose had been beaten into his skull, and a mixture of fresh blood and alcohol splattered out in all directions .

The alehouse suddenly fell into a lapse of silence . Everyone knew just how sturdy a werewolf’s skull was, but quite unexpectedly, Qianye had beaten Wildfang’s face into a pulp with a single headbutt .

Qianye was rather caught up in the fight and only discovered the presence of a fishy smell after he had delivered that satisfying headbutt . His face immediately turned pale as he recalled how Wildfang had just vomited a while ago and came quite close to throwing up himself .

Qianye reached behind him and rather conveniently discovered a piece of cloth there . A forceful tug of his hand tore the fabric off with which he hurriedly wiped his face clean .

It turned out that a young vampire lady was standing behind Qianye . Despite her cold countenance, she was scantily clothed and possessed a plump, fiery figure that was rare among the vampires . Not only was the vampire girl not concerned, but her eyes were even flowing with charm as she twisted her body over toward Qianye .

Unfortunately, a bottle of wine exploded on her head before she even managed to approach . The vampire girl momentarily swayed about before falling head-first to the floor . Nighteye snorted deeply behind her as she tossed the broken bottle in her hand to one side .

Wildfang had already recovered from his daze during the time it took for Qianye to wipe his face . The werewolves’ healing powers were indeed terrifying . He had already entered a berserk state, suddenly transforming into his werewolf form . His head crashed right through the ceiling as his body expanded rapidly!

Qianye said nothing . He just directly rushed over and threw another punch at Wildfang’s abdomen .

A shocking scene played out this time—Qianye had actually pierced through Wildfang’s protective origin power with a single punch, his forearm once again disappearing into the werewolf’s body . With Wildfang’s strength, no gun below grade-five could blast through his origin power, but now, someone had punched right through it . How could this not shock everyone?

This time, Wildfang had nothing to vomit . His eyes, filled with astonishment and disbelief, nearly popped out of their sockets . His knees buckled, and he was once again sent kneeling onto the floor .

Qianye reached out to grab Wildfang’s hair and pressed down . The werewolf’s head smashed right through the bar counter with a boom and fell to the ground, half of it vanishing into the floor . Qianye picked the wolf head up again and smashed it down . Once, twice, thrice—every smash was accompanied by a muffled thud—much like a drum thundering at the bottom of everyone’s heart .

Wildfang still refused to fall unconscious and continued struggling frantically . Even Qianye found it hard to keep him pressed down . It was at this time that a bottle of wine appeared before Qianye’s eyes which he took without a second thought and smashed it ruthlessly onto the werewolf’s head .

The bottle shattered, but Wildfang’s struggling was still as violent . The damage done by the bottle seemed almost negligible against the werewolf’s steely head .

Nighteye glanced around, and her eyes soon fell upon a pig-iron cask behind the counter . That fellow seemed big and sturdy, and it was also heavy enough .

“Boss, out of the way!” Nighteye pushed the old arachne away and lifted that big wine cask with one hand .

“Wait! That’s…” The old arachne was shocked . He tried to stop her, but, alas, it was too late—Nighteye had tossed the cask to Qianye .

“Thank you . ” Qianye caught the cask and smashed it onto Wildfang’s head with a loud bang, immediately flattening the thick cask .

“Don’t mention it,” Nighteye replied politely .

Werewolf heads were indeed hard . Wildfang’s skull still hadn’t shattered even after receiving such a heavy blow . However, he stopped moving after struggling a couple of times and was finally out cold .

Qianye exhaled deeply and stood up feeling greatly refreshed . He was quite sober now .

But it would seem that his problems still hadn’t ended . Brock led the group of vampires toward Qianye and said coldly, “Brat, you want to leave just like that? Kneel down!”

A wisp of blood energy carrying some traces of ancient blood rose from Brock’s body and rushed violently toward Qianye . The vampire wanted to use his powerful blood energy and superior bloodline power to suppress Qianye into submission .

The mutual suppression of bloodlines among vampires were much stronger than that of the other three races . Even if they weren’t direct line descendants, the superior bloodline would exert an obvious suppression on the inferior one . The greater the difference in rank, the more distinct the suppression would be . For instance, the vampires from a remote region like Evernight might even be rendered helpless when facing a descendant of the Twelve Ancient Clans . The vampires had always been the strictest in terms of hierarchy among the four big races .

Brock had discovered when Qianye was fighting against Wildfang that the latter’s aura was particularly lively, a sign that he had just condensed his blood core . Brock wasn’t willing to give up despite having seen Wildfang fall in Qianye’s hands—he wanted to rely on his advantage in bloodline and rank to directly suppress Qianye . Even if the latter had some background, it would, at most, come to a stalemate .

The blood energy in Qianye’s body flared up as Brock’s blood energy rushed onto him—this, to them, was a direct challenge . In the past, any blood energy bold enough to enter Qianye’s body could hardly escape the fate of being torn apart and devoured .

Qianye only felt a certain urge within his heart as an inexplicable and tyrannical killing intent surged up . He could no longer endure and retaliated against Brock with a bestial roar!

Extremely dense blood energy burst forth from his body . It completely swept Brock away and covered the entire bar .

The vampire viscount turned pale . It felt as though a hammer had struck his heart, and he nearly coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood .

Brock still managed to remain standing, but the same couldn’t be said for the vampires under him . Several vampires collapsed to the floor with a thud, while the weaker ones simply fainted .

Qianye’s face was full of killing intent as he reached out to pick Brock up and throw him down to the floor . This attack was so powerful that it shook the whole bar and produced a human-shaped hole in the stone floor .

With Brock’s second-rank viscount strength, his body was even harder than rock . He still hadn’t fallen unconscious and was struggling to clamber up, but Qianye placed a foot on his head and stepped down hard, sending Brock’s entire head into the stone floor with a boom . Brock could no longer endure such a severe attack and fell unconscious .

The violence in Qianye’s heart had yet to subside as he scanned the bar with his foot still on Brock’s head . It was only then that Qianye realized that only a dozen or so people were still standing . All of these fierce people had been suppressed to the floor by his blood energy eruption .

Moreover, this was Qianye’s first time using his blood energy to suppress an opponent . The effects were unexpectedly good, and could even be considered inconceivable . Qianye’s sobriety increased further when he realized how fortunate it was that the eruption was only from the purple blood energy; the golden one hadn’t moved at all . Had the latter erupted, there might not be a single person capable of standing here .

In the end, the old arachne broke the silence . “You two broke so many of my things . You’d better pay for all of them on top of the price for the wine . Oh right, that iron cask was the base spirit I’ve been saving up for decades . It’ll also go on your tab . ”

Qianye’s expression changed as he groped around his body . All his money had been used to buy equipment . Now, he only had a single piece of blood crystal left on him, and its quality wasn’t that great either . Additionally, the alcohol that had leaked out from the cask he had used to smash Wildfang was extremely fragrant—it was clearly a premium product one couldn’t find just anywhere . It was also impossible for him to take out items from Andruil’s Mysterious Realm under so many eyes .

Qianye turned quite awkward at the moment and asked Nighteye in a whisper, “Do you have money?”

“No . ”

“Then what do we do?” Qianye was somewhat anxious .

“Run!” As decisive as ever, Nighteye started running with Qianye in tow .

The two dashed out madly and soon vanished into the night .

“Hold it!!!” Those in the bar who still had other motives immediately gave chase .

They had just stepped out, however, when all of them fell to the floor . During their chaotic tumble, these people discovered a thin strand of spider silk winding around their legs . The thread that had held them back was barely visible, and no one knew when it had appeared . However, it was inconceivably sturdy, and not even a viscount could tear it apart .

There was only one arachne in the bar . Everyone’s expression shifted when they glanced at the old fellow .

The old arachne, at this moment, was gazing at the direction in which the duo had escaped . He muttered in a voice only audible to himself, “Nana’s descendant? Nana has a descendant?”

At this moment, within a certain majestic and spacious palace hall, a young, delicate girl—one so beautiful that she seemed not to be of this mortal world—gradually opened her eyes atop the black throne . Her brows were slightly creased as she gazed at the empty space in puzzlement . For a moment just now, it felt as though something had resonated with her—the feeling was distant yet intimate, familiar yet unknown .

Qianye and Nighteye ran frantically through the small town and soon reached a fairly deserted corner . There, they were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief after finding that no one had caught up to them .

The two glanced at each other for a short moment before breaking into a hearty laughter . After a a while, they asked each other at the same time, “How did you…”

At this point, both of them paused their words and became silent . Although they had met purely by chance, the reason for coming here was self-evident—it was for the bloody battle .

“Your blood energy…”

Qianye replied with a smile, “My body is already half-vampire, but I remain human . ”

Nighteye laughed . “I know . ” It was just that there were some other things hidden within her smile .

The serious topic once again sent the two into a lapse of tacit silence . Nighteye suddenly glanced at Qianye and asked, “Did you drink too much?”

“Yes,” Qianye replied truthfully . His thoughts were still floating about at this moment, just as they had been since the first cup .

“That’s good . ” Nighteye’s pupils shone like the stars as she embraced Qianye and sealed his lips .

Qianye was astonished and momentarily at a loss what to do .

He wasn’t lacking in experience, but in front of Nighteye, he was always fraught with worry—anxious that he would do something wrong and make her unhappy . Perhaps that was why, at this moment, Qianye was still apprehensive and didn’t dare return the embrace . He truly feared that Nighteye would vanish the moment he held her in his arms .

Qianye had never felt so afraid before .