Unwilling to back down, Wolfric stepped forward and met the two vampires in battle.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
As soon as both parties came face to face, fierce combat ensued.
The relentless exchange of blows resulted in a series of deafening booms as the tables, chairs, and the like in the office shattered.
In the beginning, Wolfric could still match the two vampire marquises.
As time ticked by, however, he gradually started losing momentum.
Bam!
In a moment of inattention, he took a punch from Shimon.
Despite being a super-soldier with extraordinarily powerful physiques, he still grunted in pain from the blow, and blood trickled out the corner of his mouth.
On the heels of that, the figure in front of him blurred.
In the next heartbeat, Eva appeared in front of Wolfric and swung her leg at his head at lightning speed.
Bam!
Feeling as though he had been hit by a sledgehammer, Wolfric went flying backward diagonally. With a loud bang, he hit the wall and created a massive dent before falling heavily onto the ground.
He propped his hands on the ground to struggle back to his feet, but unbidden, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Wael scoffed, “Haha, there's nothing impressive about the God of War of Ariarica, after all! You're still far from matching my brother!”
Meanwhile, Shimon and Eva walked toward Wolfric in concert, their faces devoid of expression.
By then, their fangs had silently popped out.
It was clear as day that they planned on biting Wolfric and infusing him with the vampires' ancestral blood, forcibly turning him into a vampire.
Heavily injured, Wolfric was deathly pale. He could only watch the two vampires stalk increasingly closer to him, powerless to resist. A sense of despair inexorably deluged him.
At that precise moment, someone casually pushed open the office door that had splintered during the fight from the outside.
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