Jasper was startled and instinctively raised his arm to stop Willem's advance. Despite his efforts, the vast power gap between them rendered Jasper helpless against Willem's relentless pressure. He could only watch in horror as Willem's fangs inched closer to his neck.Jasper panicked and urged, "What are you fools waiting for? Get in here and help!""Quick! Help the General!" In an instant, the Glorian silver-armored guards, numbering in the hundreds, swiftly responded as if awakened from a deep slumber. Some drew their bows, releasing a volley of arrows, while others advanced with spears raised, ready to strike.The arrows were unleashed from bows. Each carried an explosive force as it rained down on Willem without mercy. In an instant, his back turned into a pin cushion, resembling the spines of a hedgehog. Blood stained his clothes, reflecting an eerie sheen in the moonlight."Isn't a duel supposed to be fair? And you're calling for reinforcements? Are Glorians so devoi

The silver-armored guards, though formidable, were no match for Willem's relentless attack. Their efforts only briefly stalled his rampage as he continued to claim lives without pause.Bodies accumulated rapidly, and the courtyard was stained with a chilling hue of red. Panic gripped the guards as they belatedly grasped the gravity of the threat.Willem's strength far surpassed their expectations. He wasn't merely an ordinary vampire. To them, he reigned supreme among his kind, a true king of the night."Hey, bastard! Face me if you've got the guts!" Jasper's voice echoed through the chaos. His words were filled with curses as he desperately tried to divert Willem's attention.He understood his pivotal role in stopping Willem's rampage and preventing further bloodshed. If he could engage Willem alongside the efforts of his men, they could bring down this menace."Hmm?" The shout pierced through Willem's fury, and he stopped.In his hand was the head of a silver-armored guard. Wil

Willem was nothing but a bloodthirsty maniac."What's the matter? Lost your nerve?" Willem taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. He added, "I thought Glorian folks were tough. Weren't you the ones who wanted to bully others? Weren't you just boasting about taking me down? Come on, get back on your feet and face me!""I… I won't fight anymore." Jasper shook his head vigorously.He continued, "It was my mistake. I offended you, and I'm sorry. Please, find it in your heart to forgive me." With a gesture of submission, he dropped to his knees."Your apology means nothing now. You're worthless, even if you manage to survive," Willem jeered, edging closer with his nails bared and a menacing glint in his eyes."Mr. Bailey! Help me, please!" Jasper cried out, desperation evident in his voice and sweat trickling down his face. He knew pleading was futile, but Bailey was his only hope in a crowd of strangers."Mr. Jasper, I've repeatedly warned you, but you chose to ignore my advice.

In the lively ambiance of Breezy Tavern, Dustin was immersed in a cheerful gathering with Quincy and other people. The occasion was a party organized by Quincy in honor of Dustin's victory over Marco in honor of the Celestial Alliance.Dustin's remarkable feat spread like wildfire throughout Sacred Wrym Summit. It even drew the attention of many curious and aspiring talents. Dustin's intervention in defeating Marco had averted potential humiliation for martial artists across Dragonmarsh. Thus, it was no surprise that numerous individuals were eager to meet the emerging hero."Here's to your bright future and continued success, Dustin!" Quincy exclaimed, lifting his glass in a toast.As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, even Dustin succumbed to the pleasant haze of merriment."Thank you, Elder Douglas," Dustin replied warmly. He raised his glass with a smile without any hint of submission."Dustin, have you truly ruled out joining our Celestial Alliance?" Quincy cha

Driving away one challenger would only invite others to take their place. Hence, this would only create an unending cycle. Dustin disliked pointless duels and chose to yield rather than be pulled into endless fights. He was willing to forgo the glory of defeating Marco if it meant avoiding continuous conflict.Aldric's demeanor soured. "Do you take me for a beggar?" His tone chilled. "For me to win, it must be an honest victory, with you admitting defeat unequivocally. There can be no room for uncertainty!"His pursuit of fame spurred him on and fueled his determination to achieve victory solely through merit. As a swordsman, he took great pride in this endeavor."What if I decline the duel?" Dustin asked.Aldric's face contorted into a menacing expression. "If you don't make a move, then I'll kill everyone around you. Let's test your resolve then!"Dustin furrowed his brow at the threat. He thought, "This man knows no bounds. Seems there's no escaping this confrontation today