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Chapter 595 - 204. The Transia People are really savage! - Additional update from the Alliance Hierarch, asking for monthly tickets!【3/15】_3

Chapter 595: 204. The Transia People are really savage! - Additional update from the Alliance Hierarch, asking for monthly tickets!【3/15】_3

Find an area unaffected by the sunlight, Baron Lim, I accept your challenge, but I won’t hold back.

Given your rank, be prepared for some serious injuries."

In response to this merciless retort, Maxim shrugged his shoulders and, unfolding his large blood wings, gestured to the bow knight to follow him.

About a dozen seconds later, Maxim reached the entrance of sewer number seven. Nevertheless, he waited in place for another ten seconds before he saw the tardy Lady Rennesia. It was only then that Maxim realised he’d made a fundamental mistake.

Not all vampires have swift flight like the Blood Vulture.

The silver-grade bow knight’s wings, delicate as ornaments in his eyes, could barely glide at high speed.

So delicate, so frail that Maxim couldn’t help but worry if the swift manoeuvres of battle would break them.

Ah, it was only at this moment that Maxim understood what his master meant when he often said, "small is also cute" upon sighting Count Bai of White Mountain.

It’s sarcasm!

Such exquisite linguistics, truly worthy of Master Morphy.

"What’s with that pitying look?"

Lady Rennesia scolded, clearly not pleased:

"Put away that disgraceful expression, Baron Maxim!"

"I just think, your wings are quite... erm, exquisite, that’s all, no need to get angry, after all... small is also cute."

Baron Lim shrugged his shoulders, and under Lady Rennesia’s murderous gaze, responded in an annoying tone, accompanied by an inviting gesture.

The two entered the still unopened fight club, which was already occupied by the idle members of the Blood Vulture Clan. Maxim’s Blood Servants had already cleaned up the arena used for battles.

"This place is away from the sunlight, it won’t burn your delicate skin."

He moved towards the arena, informing Lady Rennesia who was behind him:

"This is also where our Blood Servants and we, the last descendants of the Blood Vulture, unleash our fighting spirits. Every now and then, some weakling pulls off an unexpected victory here, or they appease their fighting spirit with their blood."

"An underground arena? Quite barbaric."

The bow knight commented:

"It seems I wasn’t wrong about Lady Adel, you all are indeed enjoying the decadence of the Shadow Elves, aren’t you?

I’ve never seen a civilised race indulging in such barbaric slaughter."

"You arrogant descendants of elves really do struggle with polite conversation, don’t you?"

Maxim was growing tired too.

The arrogance of Lord Palano came from his real strength and his style of knightly conduct, which never led to too much loathing. But he wasn’t as grating as the elf before him, whose every word left a bitter taste in the mouth.

"Shing"

The Black Blade of the tomb was unsheathed.

Rather than drawing her battle bow, Lionea reflexively drew out the two vampire hunting knives at her waist. Clearly, she didn’t plan on using her main weapon to bully this vampire, who was a whole rank below her.

However, as a formal member of the Blood Covenant Knight Order, she was always ready to accept any challenge and triumph, sustaining her victorious pride.

Maxim didn’t mind.

He was a pragmatist.

As the bell signalling the start of the battle rang out, initiated by "Crimson Girl" Mary of the fight club, the Tomb Blade Guard’s death grip shoot forward. As expected, the nimble elf bow knight dodged it easily, but she found it harder to avoid the sweeping blade that followed from Maxim.

The moment the hunting knife and the Black Blade collided, Lionea’s expression changed slightly.

This vampire...

Something’s wrong!

This strength is too much!

It’s completely unlike the strength of a Black Iron rank. She realised she might have underestimated him. But she quickly adjusted her mindset and thrust forward using elf swordsmanship, which Maxim deftly sidestepped. His hand movement suddenly changed, and under Lionea’s wide-eyed stare, he used a counterattack technique she was all too familiar with to flick her hunting knife out of her hand.

The hunting knife, a delicate mix of elven and vampire design, spun and fell to the ground. It made a light mocking sound that sent the local vampires in the audience into an uproar.

"The Tomb Blade Guard, the Shadow Elves’ dark steps, and the Punishing Sword that Blood Knights are famous for... You know quite a bit."

The bow knight said coldly:

"Who taught you?"

"Hmm, a distinguished figure who wanted to vent anger for a humiliated descendant of theirs but couldn’t personally due to their position," said Maxim. He inverted the Black Blade of the Tomb, holding it at a 90° angle to the ground. As he assumed the initial stance of the Midnight Assassin Swordsmanship, he softly replied:

"If so-called ’Black Iron’, ’Silver’ and ’Gold’ could decide victory or defeat on paper, then all wars in this world would come down to verbal gunfighting. Lady Lionea, I advise you to be serious.

Otherwise, a single failure will become the most memorable ’gift’ you receive in Transylvania."

Besides, what I want to tell you is that the ’half-blood’ you call Adel is not less destructive in actual combat than me. She is the most powerful assassin under Master Morphy, even Duchess Xiani has praised her for her nocturnal hunting.

In other words...

You and your frail knights should be thanking her for your safe arrival at the Crimson Castle!

Perhaps our Transylvanian ’barbarian’ welcoming ceremony can serve as a lesson or a principle?

To teach you what ’respect’ is!"

All I will say is, I’m about to get serious."

The bow knight drew her battle bow from behind.

Maxim shrugged his shoulders; he knew he probably couldn’t beat the elite bow knight who’d trained extensively in the Dark Mountain Range.

But that didn’t matter.

If he can’t make it in one try, he’ll do it in two, as long as he doesn’t die, the day he sees victory will come. The extreme potential that Master Morphy gave him made him confident enough to regard the arrogant lady in front of him as stepping stones...

Yes.

A beautiful and arrogant ladder to a more powerful realm!