A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 321: Oh?

Chapter 321: Oh?

Draven glanced at them and took a deep breath. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and ran his fingers through his hair, which had broken loose during his fight with the royal guards.

He’d wished he could band it up again considering they were getting in the way of his vision, but the rubber was broken, so he could only bear with it. He took his glasses off, folded them, and stuffed them into the pocket of his pants.

"Do you really think you can see better with your glasses off?" Ryan asked, taunting him.

Draven did not respond. His eyesight wasn’t too bad, although he’d had some problems with them before, but regardless, they were still as sharp as any other vampire’s sight. His main reason for wearing those glasses was to reduce the intensity of his scarlet eyes in order not to frighten those he looked at. Although it doesn’t seem to work much, it still did quite a bit.

"You will have to forgive me, young master. I am merely doing as his majesty has requested of me." Aldéric smiled at him, bowing respectfully with his hand placed on his chest.

Draven didn’t spare him a glance. His main target was Ryan. He had the intention to end his life right there in that ring—it was his greatest opportunity anyway. The killing intent brimming from his aura was already enough to inform Ryan and Aldéric of his goal.

Ryan swallowed hard. The harsh, bloody aura was directed at him, so he could feel the chills creeping up his skin. He could not even bring himself to look Draven in the eyes any longer.

This man truly was the devil’s son, like their father had said—a beast!

His sweaty hands shook, and he gradually lengthened his sharp nails, his fangs elongating in the process. Aldéric did the same as well.

Although he was strong, he knew the third prince was not someone he should underestimate. He ought to be very careful, otherwise, he could lose his life on that ring, tis, failing to successfully complete his majesty’s request.

The announcer began to count down, "Five!...Four!...Three!..Two!...ONE!! BEGIN!!"

The first to attack wins! Ryan charged at lightning speed, not failing to remember his father’s teaching.

Draven, who’d watched his movement, grabbed his wrist before he could hit him and twisted it, breaking it. Ryan didn’t even have the chance to scream in agony, for Draven had stomped his feet on the ground, using the boost to flip Ryan over, smashing him into the marble floor.

Several cracks immediately became visible, showing just the amount of weight that attack alone had carried.

Ryan coughed, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Draven, who was still vigilant, widened his eyes, able to feel a sudden presence behind him. Narrowly, he managed to dodge, but he still ended up with a deep cut on his left cheek, which was caused by Aldéric’s nails.

While Draven was dealing with Ryan, he’d appeared behind him, wanting to kill him, but having deep sharp senses, Draven had known, therefore his success in dodging.

"Commendable, young master." Aldéric smiled, seeming genuinely impressed. If it were any of the other princes, that attack would have been the end of them. Yet this man managed to dodge despite being distracted.

Aldéric’s ability was teleportation. He could teleport anywhere, so long as he had the visuals in his mind. Teleporting to somewhere he’d never seen or been before was not possible for him.

The downside of his ability was that he had a daily limit, which amounted to ten. Once he’d used his ability up to ten times, he could no longer function. It was an ability that relied on his energy and aura, and after those ten trials, his body would become weak and tired, thus resulting in him having to take a full day of sleeping and rest to make up for it.

But that currently wasn’t an issue. He already had in mind to end the third prince in five uses of his ability. It would not be more than that—so he believed.

Draven tightened his grip on the scythe and wiped off the blood trickling down his face. This old man was going to be serious trouble for him. He had an idea that his ability was teleportation, and he was also aware that he had only a limit of ten uses.

But would he be able to take him down? If it was one versus one, there was quite a chance. But with Ryan on his tail as well, it was going to be a huge trouble.

To properly send Ryan to hell in the most satisfying way he craves, he would need to get rid of Aldéric first. Meaning he will have to kill him.

Thus, Draven’s new target became Aldéric.

"Oh?" Aldéric raised a brow at the sudden new light flickering in Draven’s eyes. It was one of bloodlust. But this time, it was directed at him. He smirked, suddenly boiling with excitement.

Honestly, he’d only agreed to do this for the sake of the king. He never thought he would turn out to enjoy it. He burst into laughter and instantly disappeared from his spot.

With his ability of precognition, Draven saw five seconds into the future, thus giving him the time to glimpse Aldéric’s attacks as well as where he would be landing. He gripped onto the scythe, and as soon as Aldéric appeared behind him to finish him off, Draven waved the scythe, intending to slash him in half, but Aldéric was quick to teleport yet again, desperate to keep his life.

He breathed heavily, his eyes suddenly filled with confusion.

What was that just now? He was beyond baffled. From the way Draven attacked him, it was obvious that he had predicted his attack. But how? It made no sense to him. He couldn’t even begin to ponder just how it could have been possible.

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