Chapter 1996 - 1819: Blood Transformation (Part 2)
He stared at Song Yun, and said ominously: "Kid, who do you think you are, daring to oppose the Desla Family? There’s only one path for you—death."
Song Yun’s lips curled into a slight smile: "A lot of people have told me that before. But later, they all ended up dead."
Luck scoffed dismissively: "You’re arrogant, but you lack the capital to be so. Forget Marquis or Earl, even I, a high-ranking Viscount, could easily kill you. Now, I’m giving you a chance. Tell me your name and why you’re seeking the Desla Family, and I might let you die peacefully."
Song Yun smiled calmly and said: "I’ll give you a chance too. Tell me the whereabouts of the Desla Family, or else I’ll force you to tell me."
The exchange left Ben Shaming and Berant utterly confused.
Dead bats, Blood Clan, what on earth is going on?
Before they could gather their wits, Luck suddenly attacked.
"Kid, you’re too insolent. Let me teach you a lesson."
A powerful aura burst forth, filling the alley, as Luck threw a thunderous punch directly at Song Yun.
There were no bystanders around now, so he had fewer reservations.
This punch carried seventy percent of his combat power.
The strength of Luck, a high-ranking Viscount, was not to be underestimated. As his punch swung forward, the air exploded with sound, its force was astounding.
Behind him, Ben Shaming and Berant were dumbfounded, shocked by the realization of Luck’s formidable combat prowess.
In Luck’s view, using seventy percent of his power against Song Yun was more than enough.
But to Ben Shaming and Berant, with this one punch, Song Yun would either die or be seriously injured.
However.
In the next moment.
Boom.
Luck’s outcome was no different from Ben Shaming’s.
Before his fist could even straighten, Song Yun kicked him, sending him flying and crashing pathetically to the ground.
"Ah!"
Luck clutched his abdomen, feeling intense pain as if his internal organs were shattered.
Seeing this, Ben Shaming and Berant were stupefied.
Though Luck was strong, he was still no match for Song Yun.
Tonight, their plan to deal with Song Yun seemed to be turning against them.
Berant supported Ben Shaming, both attempting to sneak away when given the chance.
Luck struggled to stand up, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood, staring at Song Yun in shock, intimidated by his strength.
"I never expected you to be this strong." Luck’s eyes were gloomy as he spoke coldly: "But the Blood Clan isn’t so easily defeated."
"Roar."
Suddenly, Luck let out a loud yell.
The clothes on his back tore open, revealing two bat wings.
Though these bat wings weren’t as large as those of Richie, Johnny, and the others Song Yun had encountered before, each measured about three meters. In the narrow alley, there wasn’t enough room to fully extend them, so he had to keep them folded.
His fangs quickly grew out, his eyes turned blood red, revealing the true appearance of the Blood Clan.
"Ah! Is this... is this Luck? How did he become like this?"
"What kind of creature is this?"
Seeing this, Ben Shaming and Berant, who were initially planning to flee, were petrified, their legs trembling, unable to move a step, and stood there trembling.
"Don’t be afraid, we’re on the same side."
Luck’s lips curled into a cold smile, looking back at Ben Shaming and Berant. This immediately alleviated their fear.
Looking at Luck’s current appearance, they suddenly found it very cool and handsome.
Moreover, judging by Luck’s aura, it was apparent that his strength had indeed increased.
"The legendary Blood Clan, Luck, you are from the legendary Blood Clan!"
Ben Shaming and Berant snapped back to reality, filled with excitement and thrill.
In Europe, to ordinary people, the Blood Clan is a legend, possessing immense power, one that mere humans cannot resist.
Many even yearn to become part of the Blood Clan themselves.
Both Ben Shaming and Berant were such individuals.
But in their twenty-odd years, they’d never actually seen a member of the Blood Clan.
Now that a true member stood before them, how could they not be excited?
"Luck, is there a way to turn me into a member of the Blood Clan too?"
Ben Shaming mustered the courage to ask Luck.
Luck replied indifferently: "The Blood Clan’s noble bloodline is hereditary. Do you think it’s easy to become one?"
Ben Shaming asked disappointedly: "Is it not possible?"
Luck said: "There are other ways to transform you into the Blood Clan. Though your bloodline wouldn’t be as strong, you’d still count as among us. However, I must apply to the family to transform you into the Blood Clan."
Ben Shaming and Berant excitedly said, "Great, please, Luck, you must transform us."
"I’ll try my best."
Luck smiled haughtily and looked at Song Yun, saying in a deep voice, "You dare kick me, watch how I deal with you."
"Kill him, Luck."
"Yes, take him out, avenge me."
Ben Shaming and Berant shouted excitedly.
To them, Luck revealing his true Blood Clan form should easily kill Song Yun.
"Hm hm, kid, now let me show you the true power of the Blood Clan."
Luck’s lips curled into a confident smile, but his eyes were fierce.
His two bat wings lifted high, and the bone spurs at the tips suddenly thrust toward Song Yun, targeting his shoulders, intending to disable Song Yun’s arms.
"Khekhekhe..."
Luck coldly laughed, looking down at Song Yun.
But just as the bone spurs were about to pierce Song Yun, they were caught by Song Yun’s hands, suspended in mid-air, unable to fall an inch.
"Impossible!"
Luck gasped in shock, he had used all his strength in this attack to prevent any mishaps.
Yet, Song Yun intercepted it.
How strong must Song Yun be.
Luck wanted to increase his strength, but he had already reached his limit.
"If you don’t have the skills, don’t be arrogant."
Song Yun sneered, tightly holding Luck’s bone spurs, directly lifted Luck by the bone spurs and slammed him onto the ground.
Bang.
Luck landed heavily on the ground, letting out a miserable cry.
The ground shook violently, forming spider-web-like cracks.
Song Yun did not stop, he grabbed Luck’s bone spurs and kept smashing him onto the ground several times, leaving Luck dizzy and severely injured, spitting blood.
Ben Shaming and Berant, who thought Luck would win, were stunned by the unexpected horrific scene.
This Blood Clan member, Luck, had no ability to retaliate in front of Song Yun.
They suddenly realized, Blood Clan wasn’t that mighty after all.
Bang.
With the last strike, Song Yun threw Luck out, directly into a trash bin, smashing it out of shape.
"Boy, you’re dead, you forced me."
A sinister voice came from the trash bin.
Could it be that Luck still had a trump card?
Ben Shaming and Berant’s faces showed hope, their eyes fixed on the trash bin.
Luck slowly crawled out from the trash bin.
His body underwent transformation, fangs protruded from his mouth, bat wings enlarged, bone spurs became sharper and sturdier.
Despite his body covered with scars and some rubbish, his aura had reached its peak, stronger than before.
He stood on the trash bin, pointing at Song Yun, shouting with murderous intent, "Kid, you forced me to transform into blood, this is the first time I’ve done this blood transformation, I must kill you."
Whoosh.
Luck shot forward with full force toward Song Yun.
His speed was so fast, Ben Shaming and Berant couldn’t even see his figure clearly.
At this moment, Ben Shaming and Berant’s faces showed signs of joy.
Repeated hope, repeated disappointment.
But this time, Luck’s use of blood transformation seemed like a formidable move, perhaps he could win this time.
However.
They were destined to be disappointed once again.
Because Luck’s opponent was Song Yun.
After Luck’s blood transformation, his power was almost on par with the weakest lower-ranking Earl, equivalent to just entering the SS level.
He turned into a blurred shadow, suddenly appearing in front of Song Yun.
"Prepare to die."
He unleashed his strongest force ever, with the left bat wing sweeping toward Song Yun, and the right bat wing raising its bone spur to stab at Song Yun.
But at that moment, suddenly, Song Yun disappeared.