Infinity, The Arcade Age

Chapter 448 - 448: Dracula’s Trump Card

The Cursed Sword Knight, with his terrifying ability to endlessly revive using nearby corpses, was indeed a fearsome opponent.

Unfortunately for him, even though his powers were frightening, he had the bad luck of running into Qin Ming—whose abilities just so happened to completely counter his.

Possess corpses? Qin Ming simply drained every last drop of blood from them! Let's see how the knight could revive without that!

Even if he did manage to take over a body, what strength could possibly remain in these dried-up husks?

Qin Ming's strategy of cutting the problem off at the root was devastatingly effective. The Cursed Sword Knight, now inhabiting the corpse of the strongest adventurer in the pile, was weaker than even an elite mob from this world.

Clearly realizing this himself, the knight panicked and turned, rushing toward a pile of armor Qin Ming had seen him prepare in advance.

Though these suits of armor weren't particularly powerful, and being possessed wouldn't make them much stronger, anything was better than this broken-down body.

Seeing the Cursed Sword Knight about to change hosts again, Qin Ming's eyes narrowed sharply. In the next instant, he burst forward, his body trailing a streak of blood-red light.

Skill: Celestial Glide!

With a hum, Qin Ming shot ahead and intercepted the Cursed Sword Knight, seizing him by the throat in a flash.

But just as he lifted the knight off the ground, the knight used all his strength to hurl his sword once more—clearly trying the same trick again.

Had this been the first time he used the technique, Qin Ming might not have reacted in time. After all, who would've guessed that simply throwing a sword at a corpse could enable possession?

But unfortunately for the knight, Qin Ming had already seen this move used once before—right in front of him.

And any trump card that's been exposed... is no longer a trump card!

Whoosh!

The cursed sword had barely left the knight's hand when the ever-prepared Qin Ming was already responding.

With a snap of his arm, a torrent of blood shot out and wound around the flying sword midair!

With one swift yank, the sword—just inches from embedding itself in a suit of armor—was forcibly pulled back and snatched out of the air by Qin Ming's hand.

He stared down at the blade, its surface etched with a twisted demonic face that constantly morphed its expression. A cold grin crept onto Qin Ming's lips.

Tossing aside the limp body in his grasp, which had gone completely still, he was just about to say something when his expression suddenly changed.

Because at that moment, the cursed sword in his hand began to emit streams of dark markings, rapidly spreading toward Qin Ming's arm.

It was trying to possess him.

"You're already in this sorry state, and you still dare provoke me?! Courting death!"

Qin Ming hadn't expected the cursed sword to be capable of possessing the living. Enraged, he roared and raised his other arm, slashing it down with full force.

A flash of cold light, and he severed the arm already engulfed by the black markings—an arm that was no longer under his control.

As the severed limb thudded to the ground—still gripping the evil blade—Qin Ming's eyes gleamed with a murderous light. He raised his remaining arm and summoned a mass of blood, then unleashed it at the cursed sword in a violent blast.

Even with only one arm, the sword resisted fiercely.

Having inherited Qin Ming's blood-control abilities, it began frantically drawing in nearby blood—including the blood Qin Ming was attacking with—trying to regenerate a body of its own.

With its strange powers and Qin Ming's formidable regeneration, if given enough time and blood, it might really have been able to recreate a second Qin Ming.

Unfortunately for it, Qin Ming didn't give it the time or the chance.

His relentless assault rained down blow after blow. Just as the sword began forming even the slightest trace of flesh and blood, he shattered it completely.

After several minutes of pummeling, the bizarre and terrifying cursed sword was finally annihilated—shattered into fragments.

The severed arm, once covered in black markings, also returned to normal.

He lifted his leg and kicked the already shattered cursed sword, then bent down to pick up the treasure chest it had dropped.

Qin Ming couldn't help but grin when he saw that this guy had actually dropped a dim legendary key.

He had to admit, although the BOSS in this world was a bit terrifying in strength, the loot was truly abundant.

BOSSes that drop legendary treasure chests were extremely rare.

This was why Qin Ming, with his unique abilities, could clash with the cursed sword and come out on top. If it were anyone else who couldn't counter the sword, they would be slowly worn down to death by it and the surrounding corpses!

Putting the treasure chest away and mounting his dinosaur again, Qin Ming and the others quickly charged toward the top of the villa.

After killing off numerous monsters blocking their way, they finally reached the very top without encountering any other BOSS.

As soon as they arrived at the rooftop, Qin Ming froze in surprise.

Because the rooftop of this villa was basically a paradise he had dreamed of!

Blood! Blood everywhere!

Countless streams of blood had fused together, forming a massive blood pool!

And in the middle of the blood pool floated a man dressed in formal attire, surrounded by many corpses lying nearby.

Among them was his nemesis—the vampire hunter Smith—who had been brought here by adventurers from the skies, attempting revenge but failing, and was already dealt with.

Obviously, the adventurers had seriously overestimated their combat power compared to Smith.

They had rushed in hastily from above, trying to snatch the vampire count's treasure chest, but completely overlooked that this was the vampire count's own lair.

How could the vampire count, fighting on home turf, be caught unprepared?

Thanks to the battlefield advantage granted by the blood pool, Smith and more than a dozen elite adventurers all perished here—they couldn't even escape.

The vampire count controlled the blood, continuously draining it from Smith and the others' bodies.

Dracula, the vampire count, floated midair. Hearing a noise behind him, he slowly turned his head to look.

The moment he recognized who had arrived, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Oh, isn't this the damned human who stole the power of my kind, along with the beautiful Miss Zhao Honghua, and two other charming young ladies? Are you all guests in my castle? What an honor it is for me!"

His body floated gently downward, coming to rest steadily on the blood pool.

Vampire Count Dracula bowed elegantly.

"Since you are guests, what would you like to drink? When in Rome, why not try some blood? I just acquired a batch of quite good quality."

Across from him, Zhao Honghua stared grimly at the corpses floating in the blood.

Knowing just how troublesome this vampire's abilities were, she fully understood what this battlefield meant.

Had she been alone, Zhao Honghua, realizing the danger, would have probably turned and fled by now.

After all, it's better to live and fight another day.

But this time was different. Looking at the scene before her, Zhao Honghua wasn't very confident she could defeat the vampire count, especially with so much blood empowering him.

However, she did have help.

Without replying, she silently walked over to Qin Ming's side and quietly asked,

"In this environment, do you think you can beat him?"

Qin Ming, who had been closing his eyes to sense the surroundings, suddenly snapped them open and showed a sly grin.

"Of course! This is my home turf!"

(End of Chapter)