Chapter 194: Unlike Blood Clan Battles
It was just past one in the morning.
In the center of the old street district, the once-bustling Hongtian Entertainment Center stood completely dark, like a giant beast in a deep slumber.
Over thirty men began to gradually surround the place, especially on the street in front of the main entrance of the Hongtian Entertainment Center, where the number already exceeded a hundred. Every person was armed to the teeth, and exaggerated heavy weapons could even be seen.
Two barons from the Ganges slowly walked to the intersection two hundred meters away from the main entrance, staring intently at the building ahead, their expressions filled with disdain.
The two were short and thin, both with unkempt, dry long hair. Not only did they have similar physiques, but their faces were also startlingly alike.
They were a pair of twin brothers from Siam, the most capable left-wing followers of Nava, with outstanding aptitudes and a cruel arrogance about them.
The older brother, with fresh scars on his face, was named Maoban, a high-ranking baron of the Ganges blood clan, who had seriously injured Guo Hao with blood worms a week ago.
The younger brother, named Shachu, was a mid-ranked baron of the Ganges blood clan. Over the past few days, he had killed two of Guo Hao’s knights and heavily injured two others.
Maoban glanced at the Hongtian Entertainment Center under the black night, leisurely took out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth, passing one to his brother as well. After the two indulged in smoke for several seconds, Shachu softly murmured a few strange foreign words.
At that moment, both brothers were puzzled as to why the blood clan from Huaguo had suddenly adopted a defensive tactic, huddling up, especially since just a few hours ago, they had received reinforcement from several knights.
It was impossible to flee under the cover of night; there were people monitoring the area around the clock, their means of transportation had long been destroyed, and with a few heavily injured, it was unlikely for them to vanish silently.
The most critical point was that after a week of relentless harassment, these besieged Huaguo knights had long run out of ammunition and could only revert to traditional blood clan combat modes. This defensive huddling made no sense whatsoever.
Blood clan battles, apart from the ambush-friendly Rhine blood clan barons, avoided cramped and inconvenient environments within closed buildings. Such restrictive conditions severely constrained the blood clan’s agile mobility advantages and made them easy to defeat one by one.
If even one or two more barons appeared, the surging battle aura could disorient any side’s formation in such narrow space.
Thus, over the past two days, the Huaguo blood clan had seldom employed firearms. Most of the time, they clashed in more open areas around the Hongtian Entertainment Center, engaging in one-on-one fights or small team skirmishes.
One must say, the practical combat abilities of these Huaguo blood knights were certainly strong, and their tactical coordination was excellent. Under the leadership of a Siberian baron, they had surprisingly withstood a week-long siege.
However, as per Nava’s orders, their goal was not to annihilate these Huaguo blood clans but to continuously drain their resources, apply extreme pressure, and ultimately force them to surrender.
Otherwise, a team led by two Ganges barons and ten knights would have long cleared out the Hongtian Entertainment Center, which was being guarded by an injured baron and about ten knights.
As for why, Maoban and Shachu did not think much; that was something for their superior, Nava, to consider.
“You, test it out!”
Shachu tossed his cigarette butt aside and yelled at a subordinate behind him.
A sturdy black blood clan attendant stepped forward, carrying an M2 heavy machine gun with a mount, its body wrapped in multiple belts of ammunition, hundreds of large caliber bullets glistening under the dim streetlights.
The black blood clan attendant placed the heavy machine gun directly on the ground, spat into his palms a couple of times, then gripped the machine gun’s handle and pulled the trigger towards the main entrance of the Hongtian Entertainment Center, two hundred meters away, without needing to aim deliberately.
In the darkness, a half-meter-long flame shot out from the muzzle, and thumb-sized bullets zipped toward the already dilapidated Hongtian Entertainment Center.
This kind of heavy machine gun, even with just ordinary rounds, was enough to rip apart the flesh of knights and even barons.
Furniture shattered, decorations torn apart, and the outer walls crumbled, with countless debris and sparks flying in the night.
Amidst the staccato of gunfire, the black blood clan attendant operating the machine gun wore an ecstatic expression, even starting to shout excitedly as spent casings accumulated at his feet. In just two to three minutes, he emptied all the ammunition he had brought, and the gun barrel turned red.
The reckless baron waved his hand again, and two black blood clan attendants armed with RPG rocket launchers followed him, crouching down to aim. Two smoke-tailed rockets shot out, directly smashing into the first-floor hall of the Hongtian Entertainment Center.
The violent explosion and shockwave completely removed the last scraps of the few remaining external glass walls, with burning debris falling into the street, and flames erupted in the first-floor hall, with thick smoke billowing.
Wild laughter and excited screams reverberated through the wide street, as all the black-clad participants in the attack became exhilarated.
However, the Hongtian Entertainment Center still lay silent in the night, like a hibernating giant beast with an extremely long reflex arc, devoid of any movement.
The brothers smiled, casually chattering for a moment. Twenty black-clad men, armed with various light weapons, bent over and cautiously approached the main entrance of the Hongtian Entertainment Center, while behind them, a black blood knight reinforced their attack, or rather, oversaw it.
Not all of these people belonged to Nava; they included other small blood clan factions and even some recently coerced runaway fugitives.
On the other side, at the side of the Hongtian Entertainment Center, a deformed and high-ranking knight had already surpassed the boiling blood threshold and crawled up the external wall like a grotesque ghoul, rapidly reaching the corridor window on the third floor.
His deformed and ugly head peeked over the window ledge, only to be rendered speechless at the sight within, where countless chairs and sofas had piled up, blocking the entry.
Cursing silently, he tilted his head to see the heavy machine gun barrage from his boss had just ceased, and two high-explosive rockets had turned the first-floor hall of the Hongtian Entertainment Center into a sea of flames.
Relying on his formidable physical strength, the black blood clan knight quickly tore away the debris blocking the window before forcefully diving into the pitch-black corridor.
A ripple of energy fluctuated ahead, followed by a flash of light and the dull sound of gunfire, as countless small pellets came flying.
Sensing the danger, the deformed knight barely managed to crouch down, using his scrawny arms to shield his vital areas, only to feel a tingling sensation all over his body from the pellet cuts.
There was no searing pain as silver bullets ignited flesh within; aside from some superficial injuries to parts of his deformed limbs, it felt as if he was simply being tickled, offering nearly no harm.
The deformed knight was taken aback and suddenly understood. He laughed out loud, realizing that these Huaguo blood clansmen, far from possessing silver special bullets, were almost out of regular ammunition.
What the other party had just used was actually a crudely made homemade shotgun.
Their defense had been wholly breached, the opportunity was ripe.
Within less than ten meters, the deformed knight began to strategize, and in his mind, he began fantasizing about the delightful process of shredding the delicate Huaguo female knight across from him, devouring her flesh and internal organs.
The fear on the face of the lady knight suddenly vanished, a smile even appearing at the corner of her mouth, as she pulled out a shotgun from her lower back.
One shot, two shots, three shots… Six shots consecutively spewed out in almost two seconds, all of which were specially made silver buckshot.
The black blood clan knight, now nearly filling the corridor, stood helpless against the overwhelming wave of silver storm, his body disintegrating repeatedly as chunks of flesh flew, spraying forth black blood like a burst sack.
After the sixth bullet, the black blood clan knight, who was on the verge of collapse amidst the hail of pellets, fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief.
The shattered, charred body littered the corridor, dying in a scattered manner.
“Hmph, you ugly monster, Li Ge had long anticipated this, letting me lure the enemy in!”
The female knight from the dominant faction gloated, walking toward the black blood clan knight who still had a breath left, pointing her gun downward at the misshapen head of the deformed knight, and once more pulled the trigger, firing off the final armor-piercing round.
The shattered head splattered forth an abundance of red and white sauce, a nauseating stench spreading, utterly heartbreaking.
Similar battles had erupted in other corridors on different floors as well; two other infiltrating black blood clan knights either fell to the dense rain of Uzi submachine gun fire or were directly blown apart by grenades.
Meng Huai had long anticipated that the windows of these several floors would likely become points of ambush. Several knights from the dominant faction had hidden there ahead of time, effortlessly taking down three black blood clan knights, with the weakest being mid-ranked knights.
In the hall of the Hongtian Entertainment Center, the flames ignited by the rocket explosions continued to spread, as nearly twenty black-clad men rushing in were mowed down by the dense gunfire ambushed from various points on the second floor corridor.
The advantageous high ground made it easy for the firepower to assault this group primarily composed of ordinary fugitives, shattering their ranks.
The explosion of the rockets had already destroyed most of the gambling tables that could have concealed them; these arrogant skirmishers, who had dominated the first half of the battle, were decisively blown apart by bullets from all directions in less than thirty seconds.
When the last gunshot rang out, seven or eight elite knights from the dominant faction drew out their daggers or axes simultaneously, leaping down from the second floor to ruthlessly slaughter the few remaining black blood serfs or attendants who had not yet been completely killed by the ordinary bullets.
As for the black blood clan knight overseeing the situation, he had dashed out long before Meng Huai ordered the attack, managing to save his own life.
In the past few minutes, a total of three black blood clan knights, five attendants, five serfs, and over ten ordinary fugitives had perished in Meng Huai’s defensive battle.
On the side of the Hongtian Entertainment Center, there had been no casualties, and even the ammunition used was less than expected.
On the street, Maoban and Shachu were stunned, their cigarettes dropping simultaneously, while the last three knights surrounding them were equally dumbfounded.
It felt like within the span of a cigarette, those who went up either perished completely or retreated like they had encountered a plague, daring not to approach the dark building anymore.
Moreover, they even experienced a sense of déjà vu, as if those hiding within the Hongtian Entertainment Center were not just a few exhausted Huaguo blood clans, but rather, an elite secret force from Huaguo.
“Recover their bodies, prioritize safety, and replenish ammunition where needed!”
“Haige, take your group to the back door immediately, don’t let them slip away!”
“Kuang Ge, tell those on the third floor not to reveal themselves. Beware, the enemy might have snipers.”
Standing in the second-floor corridor facing the main entrance, Meng Huai wore a cold expression, continuously issuing the latest orders, as if the preceding massacre was completely trivial.
Throughout the entire defensive effort, the knights from the dominant faction had not even activated the boiling blood, using the limited ammunition and the enemies’ rigid perception of blood clan warriors to execute a flawless ambush.
Meng Huai adopted a completely stealthy approach this time, treating these dominant faction knights like ordinary people assisting the Xuanjia team.
Including Tao Ge and Xiaohai, the elite knights of the dominant faction present on the scene were bursting into laughter, the frustration built up over the past ten days vanishing in an instant.
I am done here; the remaining ammunition is not enough to support the next battle, and we can only resort to the blood clan’s melee tactics.
Seeing the black-haired girl walking down the staircase, a rare smile appeared on Meng’s stern face as he pointed toward the main entrance, expressing a hint of apology.
“Thank you.”
Meeting Meng’s gaze, Jiang Yan’s lips formed a sweet smile.
At this moment, Jiang Yan had her hair in a single ponytail, wearing a neatly fitted combat uniform of the dominant faction. Beneath the armor coat, her toned long legs were revealed as she descended the stairs and entered the hall.
Aside from the handgun and dagger strapped to her outer thigh, Jiang Yan carried no other weapons; rather, she held a silver alloy Tang Dao in her left hand—this was a powerful close-combat weapon specially crafted for her by Zhao Peng, and now Jiang Yan had brought it to the old street.
Slowly walking past the charred corpses and over the burning debris, Jiang Yan unsheathed the Tang Dao as she was about to exit the door.
Inside the doorway, several knights from the dominant faction, along with Meng, silently watched Jiang Yan’s silhouette departing, holding their breath as they awaited the arrival of the second battle.
Jiang Yan reached the center of the street, turning slightly to look at the five petrified black blood clan members under the dim streetlight, two hundred meters away.
“Brother, he is a high-ranking peak knight, merely a half-step baron… it should be that girl who arrived yesterday afternoon. Haha, she wishes to challenge us two barons!”
Shachu chuckled, softly whispering to his brother before discarding his jacket, revealing his lean bare torso while putting on a pair of tiger claws on his fists, ready to engage personally.
Under the dim light, the blood worm sores on Shachu’s abdomen wriggled with numerous blood-colored, furry filaments, appearing extremely repulsive.
With some capability, he had managed to cause so many casualties wearing defensive battle garments… prepare to be trampled!
Shachu mumbled a series of strange words, regardless of whether the opponent could understand. He walked towards Jiang Yan with proud strides.
As the two sides approached within seventy to eighty meters, Shachu activated his boiling blood, the aura of the mid-ranking Ganges baron sweeping across the street, combined with a clearly marked brutal bloodlust.
Shachu charged forward at a rapid pace, appearing swift in Jiang Yan’s eyes, his short stature, frenzied aura, and the clumping blood worms emerging from his bare skin making him resemble a mutated blood-colored monkey—eerie and terrifying.
Jiang Yan did not activate her boiling blood, instead fixing her gaze steadily on the frail, diminutive Ganges baron drawing closer, her grip on the Tang Dao tightening.
The contempt of others towards you becomes your greatest weapon for victory.
In her ears, the words said by Wanyu echoed again, and a hint of mysterious smile appeared on Jiang Yan’s lips as she steadied her hold, slowly raising the Tang Dao to position it beside her ear.
When Shachu had approached to nearly thirty meters, Jiang Yan activated her boiling blood; a powerful boiling blood aura surged out, instantly filling the surroundings.
The aura was strong, typical of a half-step baron’s strength, far exceeding that of an ordinary high-ranking knight, yet still falling short of a true baron.
At twenty meters, Shachu grinned widely, his tongue lolling out in excitement, his blood-red eyes glowing with extreme fanatical ferocity.
He had long had a precise premonition and psychological preparation for the girl’s level of strength, and he even believed he might not need to utilize the blood worms; simply relying on his baronial aura to pressure her would suffice for this beautiful girl attempting to take him on one-on-one.
He wanted her alive, to savor the pleasure before using the black blood clan ritual to devour her flesh and blood.
The more he thought, the more excited he became; Shachu escalated his boiling blood intensity, and the blood worms crawling out from his skin became even more frenzied.
At ten meters, Shachu leaned back, coiling his right fist, ready to unleash the blow that would crush the slender Huaguo female knight in less than a second.
Suddenly, Shachu sensed something was off; the aura of the black-haired girl opposite him seemed to be changing, the boiling blood intensity rapidly escalating!
Lower baron, middle baron, upper baron, as that overwhelming boiling blood aura slammed against his face like an iron plate, Shachu’s arrogant expression transformed into horror.
His thought process and bodily sensations became disconnected—a typical reaction under the intense stimulus suppression of pheromones. In that split second, Shachu could no longer break through his boiling blood threshold to resist this suppression.
Shachu had charged within mere meters of Jiang Yan, but at this moment, he found himself caught in a quagmire, losing control over his body, with only the inertia of forward motion remaining, a face full of hopeless despair.
Because, just meters away, the black-haired girl wearing a mysterious smile exuded a boiling blood intensity that had risen to the lower baron level, and it seemed it hadn’t reached its limit yet.
Jiang Yan also moved, her body lunging forward at high speed as she swung the curved blade downward, unleashing a brilliant silver flash.
Shachu’s body was sliced through by the gleaming edge of the blade, cleaved in two.
The two halves of bloodied flesh and bone, sliced at high speed, still maintained a charging posture, propelled forward by inertia, trailing wisps of black smoke as they fell into the dust.
A torrent of blood followed, directly landing behind Jiang Yan, leaving the black-haired girl completely unscathed.
Not only did Maoban and the others watching not react, even Meng and the others inside the Hongtian Entertainment Center were stunned, unable to believe what they were witnessing.
A mid-ranked Ganges baron had been instantaneously suppressed by Jiang Yan, killed with a single strike—two for one!
Jiang Yan retracted her offensive, slowly standing upright, her pair of crimson beautiful eyes coldly gazing toward the distant Maoban and others. Beyond the overwhelming aura of boiling blood that had already revealed itself like a mountain, her breathing rhythm seemed to remain unchanged.
At that moment, half of the old street district was submerged in the mad aura of Jiang Yan, comparable to that of a mid-ranked viscount, causing all factions, visible or hidden, to fall silent.
Ten seconds later, it seemed some people finally regained their composure, and Maoban shot a fierce glance at the tall and graceful Jiang Yan before slowly retreating, disappearing into the dark end of the street.
Using the strongest stance to instantly kill the opponent, destroying their psychological defenses, inducing fear, thus avoiding endless battles—this was the strategy Jiang Yan employed that night. After all, the Hongtian Entertainment Center could not afford to suffer losses, even if she too possessed the strength to contend with a baron.
Jiang Yan had just broken through the boiling blood threshold, raising her boiling blood intensity to the limit she could achieve, seeking absolute oppression—this reckless approach typically only appeared in Jiang Yao.
The passive ability of the Aletai blood clan, Night Body, allowed Jiang Yan to unleash battle prowess comparable to that of a viscount for a period, wildly domineering.
Though the Aletai blood clan might slightly lag behind the Caucasian blood clan in melee combat ability, they were still kings of the night.
Once the last trace of black blood clan aura disappeared from the sensory range, Jiang Yan finally withdrew her boiling blood, letting the Tang Dao drop to the ground, her legs buckling, kneeling down as her face paled and breathing became rapid.
In just a few seconds of explosive deterrence, almost all of Jiang Yan’s blood energy protein had been burned away, thanks to her long-term stability training in boiling blood—being wild was powerful, but once breaking through the boiling blood threshold for full-force detonation, the consumption of blood energy proteins was also horrifying.
In this regard, Jiang Yan’s accumulation and sedimentation could hardly be said to exceed that of Jiang Yao by much; she could only barely hang on thus far.
“Yan Jie!”
Seven or eight elite knights from the dominant faction finally burst out of the Hongtian Entertainment Center, quickly surrounding Jiang Yan’s side, all eyes filled with concern for the black-haired girl who had succumbed to exhaustion from boiling blood.
Among them, two female knights from the dominant faction steadied her on either side, full of admiration.
“Li Ge…”
Meng walked over, and the crowd parted, each person respectfully giving way. In terms of combat results, both were equally matched, each having their strengths.
“Let me handle it.”
Without hesitation, Meng lifted Jiang Yan into a princess carry, bringing her closer as he strode toward the main door of the Hongtian Entertainment Center.
Jiang Yan’s consciousness remained clear, though the delayed cold sweat had covered her face, her eyes, now devoid of their previous redness, remained half-open, appearing clearer and more luminous, like gentle water.
Jiang Yan struggled to extend her hands, wrapping them around Meng’s neck, her head resting on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling incredibly happy.
Indeed, fighting together was the happiest thing.
