unless……

He looked solemnly at Yannick in front of him.

Unless the other party uses it...

It is a more superb and exquisite swordsmanship.

but……

Yannick stood up with difficulty, took out a small bottle as big as a finger, unscrewed the cap, raised his head and drank it all.

The moment the other party unscrewed the bottle cap, Lausanne II's nose twitched and he gritted his teeth in pain.

【Blood, blood! Want blood!】

The next second, Yannick trembled all over, and the wounds on his chest and abdomen healed quickly!

Yannick breathed out a comfortable breath and resumed his smile.

"This is the blood essence refined by the 'scholar' Merchid family. It is highly concentrated and easy to carry. Ah, their family likes to invent and create," he shook the empty bottle in his hand and took out another small bottle with a smile.

Friendly, "Why don't you have a bottle? I'll treat you. I promise it's non-toxic and harmless."

After saying this, he really threw the small bottle towards Lausanne II!

【Blood!】

The killer's face tightened, and he dragged his seriously injured body away.

With a snap, the bottle shattered to the ground, and a small pool of blood flowed out.

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot. You are untrained and cannot eat sensibly," Yannick said apologetically, as if he had just remembered this, "What a pity."

after all……

A bottle is very expensive.

Yannick sighed.

Lausanne II gritted his teeth and forced himself not to look at the pool of essence blood on the ground.

No.

No!

Soon, both were seriously injured, and Yannick recovered as before, while the wound on Lausanne II only stopped bleeding, and the self-healing almost stopped.

The balance of victory and defeat changes instantly.

"This is not your real strength."

Lausanne II tore off his clothes with difficulty, and bandaged his wounds with unfamiliarity and skill as he had done before his death:

"It's your superpower."

Yannick frowned:

"Why do you say that?"

Lausanne II snorted coldly, endured the severe pain and spoke:

"Every time I gain the upper hand, my sword always fails. It's not because of your swordsmanship, but because of my sword..."

"No, no, no," Yannick interrupted him, his eyes sharp, "What I'm asking is, why do you think those mysterious and complicated abilities require countless costs to understand, become familiar with, and train to use?"

, can’t be counted as real ‘strength’?”

Lausanne II's expression changed.

Yannick smiled.

"In other words, if you die in my hands tonight, Lausanne II, no matter how good your swordsmanship is, no matter how strong your true 'strength' is..."

Having said this, the vampire councilman stopped being humorous and disrespectful, but solemnly picked up his weapon with a serious look on his face:

"What's the point?"

Before he finished speaking, Yannick's figure disappeared instantly!

Lausanne II's eyelids twitched, and he struggled towards his sword!

The next second, Yannick flashed in front of Lausanne II, and the two swords crossed again.

clang!

Metal clashed, and the two of them were also separated at the first touch.

But this time, Yannick took three steps back in an orderly manner, with ease.

Lausanne II dropped his sword, groaned in pain and fell to his knees, with another wound on his body.

no.

He was severely injured, and his body was weak and weak. His vision was erratic and unstable, his sword was not accurate, and his footwork was messy.

【Blood!

!Blood!

!]

Shut up.

The killer knelt on the ground and thought gloomily:

No matter how many excellent and exquisite sword moves could turn defeat into victory at this moment, none of them could be used.

Sure enough... the situation is over.

I just don’t know…

What kind of power did the opponent use to start from an absolute disadvantage and reverse it step by step?

"Ah, you've already gone so far, and you can bite me back," Yannick looked at the extra scratch on his elbow and couldn't help but admire, "You really have good swordsmanship."

I am afraid that even the "Jiwei" Baplan family, who have led the six branches of the feast and studied peerless martial arts, no one can compare with him in swordsmanship.

Lausanne II snorted disdainfully.

"What a pity."

Yannick did not pursue, but sighed condescendingly:

"If you were not so stubborn, but accepted your identity as a vampire, made good use of my clan's abilities, got used to my clan's physique, and even achieved the 'true form', coupled with this superb swordsmanship that is rare in the world, tsk tsk tsk...

"

He looked into the distance with far-reaching eyes and his words were beguiling:

"What heights will you reach?"

Lausanne II heard this with disdain.

"nonsense."

Didn't those filthy people from the Kingdom of Darkness, and even that boy from Kevin Deere, nag him about these words?

Lausanne II thought as he was dying, and pulled the bandage on the wound tighter.

His posture was ugly and trembling, and he finally touched the fallen sword.

Like...

Just like the Hundred-step Ranger just now.

This thought passed by in a flash, and Lausanne II forced himself to forget it.

He gritted his teeth and leaned his sword on the ground:

"If I hadn't refused to become a filthy species and spent my time and energy sucking blood and grinding my teeth..."

If he hadn't been practicing his sword crazily day and night, always reminding himself of his feelings as a human being, and suppressing the blood thirst that trembled from the depths of his soul...

No, it should be said that if he was born, he would not have such a single-minded, stubborn character that everyone hates. If he was as versatile, flexible and loved by everyone as Aknight...

With resentment and anger that no one can resolve, Lausanne II said coldly:

"Then do you think I can still practice this kind of swordsmanship?"

Yannick was startled when he heard this.

"Because...just because I am stubborn enough, dedicated enough, and never look back, I abandon this tyrannical body like a worn-out shoe..."

Dismissing the weird power that kept him awake at night...

Turn a deaf ear to the bewitchment of those filthy bastards night after night...

scorning the temptations of eternal life and eternal youth...

Lausanne II dragged his body that was about to collapse and stood up with difficulty:

"Because of this, I can practice and be worthy of this hand... passable swordsmanship."

People are not boundless pockets that cannot hold everything.
To be continued...