The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1118: Defeat You in One Move

Chapter 1118: Chapter 1118: Defeat You in One Move

Long Fei couldn’t reveal his identity just yet; he still needed to investigate the disappearance of Li Zhenni.

In this Netherworld, other than these Blood Clan members, he couldn’t think of anyone else with the power to vanish a giant cargo ship.

But this didn’t mean anyone could challenge his dignity.

Without using his Mana, he decided to fight Luke in the Blood Clan’s way.

Luke pointed his black Long Spear directly at Long Fei and called out coldly, "Draw your weapon and fight me like a man!"

Long Fei chuckled, "Against you, why would I need a weapon? One hand is enough."

"What big words you have!"

Anger surged in Luke, his eyes nearly shooting flames.

The wings behind him fluttered, and a Long Spear swiftly spiraled out, thrusting violently towards Long Fei.

The youngsters around also felt Long Fei was too arrogant, a Baron with a mixed-blood descent daring to confront the Silver Wing Marquis unarmed.

Some bet that Luke could kill Long Fei in one move.

Markus’s eyes had already swept over Lin Yingying, imagining the scene where he killed Long Fei and possessed Yingying.

Yingying felt a premonition, and when her eyes met Markus’s, a hint of anger flashed across.

Long Fei’s eyes tracked the black Long Spear, his wings fluttered behind him, and he smashed a fierce punch towards Luke.

He tried hard not to appear too defying, but the overbearing force of his punch still stirred up a whirlwind before Luke, blowing his hair back on end.

With a booming sound, Luke was blasted away by the punch, crashing down towards the ground.

"Go to hell!"

He cursed, but his body hadn’t even touched Long Fei.

The Long Spear in his hand was bent by the punch, Luke’s skin cracked all over as he hit the ground hard.

Rubble flew, and a large crater was smashed into the ground.

"How is this possible?"

"This punch is too brutal, right?"

"My God, is this really just at the Baron level?"

Things happened too fast, the crowd didn’t even see clearly how Long Fei made his move.

Those who bet on Long Fei’s loss were left dumbstruck, their eyes almost popping out.

Long Fei landed, stepping heavily on Luke’s face, sneering coldly, "Is this all you’ve got?"

Luke’s fangs showed as he howled in pain, and his wings were so torn that they could no longer flutter, with his blood spilled all over the ground.

The pain throughout his body was nothing compared to the humiliation of Long Fei stepping on his face, making him wish he was dead.

An elder from the Karen Family twitched his face and shouted at Long Fei from the stands, "Easterner, the fight is over, don’t push your luck!"

Other youngsters who were close to Luke also cursed, "Bastard, you mixed-blood descendant, how dare you tread on a pureblood’s face?"

"Easterner, you really deserve to die!"

"Let go of Brother Luke right now, or we’ll join forces to kill you!"

The crowd made threatening remarks, feeling that Long Fei had insulted them.

Long Fei coldly glared at them, sweeping over the group, "Am I overstepping? Since I came in, I’ve been continuously provoked by you. If it was me lying here, would you plead for me?"

"Of course not!"

"What are you to us; are we close?"

"Why should we plead for you; we don’t even know you."

The crowd jeered, showing no respect for Long Fei.

Long Fei scoffed, "Right, if it were me, none of you would plead, so why should I care about your opinions now?"

He pressed down hard with his foot, stomping fiercely.

With a booming sound, a ring of light burst forth, shaking the ground and sinking it over a meter deep.

"Grandpa, save me!"

Luke’s cry hadn’t finished when his body, like a tomato, exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Everyone on the scene was shocked, never expecting Long Fei to have the audacity to kill.

Although life and death could be determined in the arena, peers often exercised restraint to avoid provoking the other’s family.

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You wouldn’t just come up with a killer move the moment you meet someone you often encounter.

Long Fei picked up Luke’s bent Long Spear from the ground, flicked his wrist, and the Long Spear straightened back to its original form like a soft whip.

He targeted Markus specifically, pointed the Long Spear directly at him, and cursed, "Markus, I heard you’re from the Dracula Family. If you’ve got the guts, come out and fight. Don’t hide in the back like a rat, skulking around."

"Oh, Satan, this kid actually dares to provoke Dracula’s descendant!"

"This Mixed-Blood Descendant has really gone mad."

"He killed Luke, does he think Dracula’s descendants are just as easy to kill?"

"He’ll definitely pay the price for his recklessness."

The battleground was seething, and the younger generation all set their sights on Markus.

Markus, looking calm and collected, was actually seething with rage, wanting to tear Long Fei to pieces.

Wings burst from his back as he leapt into the arena.

His gold and silver wings were blindingly bright under the sunlight.

Another wave of shocked cries erupted from the crowd, "A Half-step Duke?"

"He’s become this powerful?"

"He truly is a member of the Dracula Family!"

With Long Fei’s provocation, how could Markus not step forward?

His weapon, also a black Long Spear, seemed much higher quality than the one in Long Fei’s hands.

It was shrouded in black mist, as if it had emerged from hell itself.

"Oriental, you’ve got guts, daring to challenge the Dracula Family. I’ll make you learn what regret is. You will die, and your woman will not become my woman..."

He sneered at Long Fei as he coldly spoke; before he could finish his words, Long Fei had already thrown his Long Spear.

With a whoosh, a black shadow swept across the sky.

The Long Spear’s speed was astonishing, fast as lightning.

Markus had no time to react as his entire body was impaled by the Long Spear.

The immense force flung him backward, nailing him against the amphitheater’s stands with a thud.

Lin Yingying’s lips curled up as she raised her index finger and wagged it at Markus.

Blood spilled from the corners of Markus’s mouth, with the Long Spear impaling his heart, his life force steadily ebbing away.

The crowd was horrified, thinking to themselves that this Easterner was too fierce, acting without a second word.

They thought Markus would have crushed Long Fei, but in the end, it was Long Fei who crushed him.

Long Fei stood with his hands behind his back, coldly laughing, "Is that all? Utterly feeble."

"Bastard, Mixed-Blood Descendant, I’ll fight you with my life."

Markus pulled out a bottle, violently poured the red liquid inside into his mouth.

He grabbed the Long Spear with one hand and forcefully pulled it out.

Golden light flashed from his wounds, which closed up at a visibly rapid pace.

The crowd exclaimed in shock, "Is that Duke’s blood?"

"Impossible, seems like it’s from a Prince, right?"

"This blood’s healing power is too strong, isn’t it?"

The Blood Clan’s weakness is the heart, and everyone thought Markus was as good as dead.

Yet a small vial of blood miraculously healed his wounds, truly magical.

Long Fei also knew that Markus wouldn’t die so easily.

After all, he’s from the famous Dracula Family, and he surely had some tricks up his sleeve.

Markus’s gold and silver wings flapped, and he jumped back into the arena, letting out a bellow at Long Fei, "Oriental, you’ve angered me!"

This time, he learned his lesson, shaking his wings and rapidly thrusting the Long Spear in his hands towards Long Fei.

Immeasurable force stirred up a gale in its path.

A black bat Dharma Laksana appeared above his head; at his Cultivation Level, he could already use his bloodline’s Essential Qi to evoke the Dharma Laksana.

With a fury-filled roar, the black bat Dharma Laksana dove at Long Fei.

The surrounding Blood Clan youths were apprehensive under his might, holding their breaths, convinced that Long Fei was definitely doomed this time.

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