Rebirth: Childhood friend of the heroine

What does Alex know about Vampire? Naturally, when he inherited the knowledge of the previous owners, Alex learned various things about different races.

Their strengths and weaknesses. What they like and what they do not. What makes them stronger, and what unnaturally weakens them? Like the wolf-kin or other similar beast kinds become stronger when they are out for revenge. Emotional instability provides them a boost which can easily overwhelm their foe.

From what Alex knows, the Vampires have only two glaring weaknesses that he could exploit: first is the sun, which makes their blood warmer and Soul Energy a bit unstable. And the second was the lack of blood around.

Vampires can reenergize themselves mid-battle by the blood of any being. However, considering the pride of this specific Vampire, Alex doubted if he would resort to external help.

Considering these two conditions, Alex hoped he could somehow win this battle.

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Standing under the sun were the two individuals who had taken the challenge of a death battle.

Alex's eyes were trained on the inhumane who lazily stood there, with a relaxed smile on his face. His whole demeanor suggested how seriously he was taking this battle.

However, Alex had a feeling that if he attacked the man mindlessly by trusting his laid-back pose, then he would be facing severe consequences.

"Ready when you are, soldier," Allen spoke while gesturing him with his finger.

A moment of pause, before Alex exploded into motion, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he activated Quick Silver. His body blurred, closing the distance in a heartbeat, the blade already slicing toward Allen's neck.

However, as he expected, the Vampire just tilted his body enough to dodge the attack, "Hoh~that's some speed, boy."

Alex didn't hesitate, not for a second. He pivoted mid-motion, his hip rotating as he launched a vicious backhanded slash aimed squarely at Allen's neck. The air seemed to ripple with the force of the strike.

Allen ducked, his movements fluid and almost playful. As Alex zipped past, Allen's foot tapped the ground with a casual flick, but the impact sent a crack through the earth beneath him.

.Before the dust could settle, Alex unleashed another Quick Silver, the blade a blur in his hands, aimed at Allen's chest this time.

The audience was silent, captivated by the speed and ferocity of the exchange. They watched in awe as the silver blur phased through Allen's form, cutting the air with deadly precision, but never once leaving a scratch on the Vampire's skin.

"He is fast...but not enough to take him by surprise," Victor commented as he saw the battle unfold before him.

"He is not being predicted. Rather, Alex is just slow enough for Allen to dodge," Devon added, a frown on his face.

Calling Alex 'slow' would be unfair since the shockwave of his movements and strikes was enough to make the windows rattle and leave several dents around the ground. The force of each blow sent tremors through the air, shaking the earth beneath him as though the very fabric of reality was bending under his speed

However, the vampire he was fighting has lived centuries to stand here; although vampires aren't involved in wars much, they surely have battle experience from a very early age.

Then something happened; Alex stopped and Allen tensed.

The air shifted as Alex pulled back his sword, gripping it tightly. His stance lowered, his muscles coiling like a spring. Allen's relaxed posture straightened slightly, his sharp eyes narrowing.

"Tempest Dart!" Alex roared, hurling his sword forward with all his strength.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The weapon shot through the air like a silver comet, the force of its launch shaking the ground beneath Alex's feet. A deafening crack echoed as the sheer velocity created a visible shockwave, ripping through the air.

The ground behind Alex split apart, the raw power of the move leaving a jagged scar across the battlefield. Along with the gauntlet, the whole sleeve of the silver head was torn in that attack—revealing his charred arm.

Devon's mouth parted wide as he realized the severity of the attack. As the first thing that came to his mind was, 'Is his hand okay?' Read exclusive chapters at empire

The sword hurtled toward Allen, its edge gleaming with deadly precision. It was more than a weapon—it was a storm of destruction, slicing through the wind with enough force to shatter ice pillars.

Allen's relaxed expression vanished, replaced by a sharp focus. His hand snapped up, fingers spread wide as he braced himself.

The sword collided with his palm, the impact reverberating like thunder. Allen's feet dug into the ground, cracks spiderwebbing beneath him as he skidded back several meters.

His other hand shot out, gripping the sword's blade to stop its momentum.

Blood dripped from his palms as the edge cut into his skin. His arms trembled slightly under the force, veins bulging as he struggled to contain the weapon's power.

For a moment, it looked as if the sword might overwhelm him. However, in the next, Allen released a stream of blood shot from his forearms and attacked the blade.

'Tch.' Victor clicked his tongue as he realized what the younger one was attempting.

Strange runes appeared around the sword before the vigor from the weapon receded and it slowly began to decay.

Slowly, the sword faded into the air, and the Vampire Lord finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You made me use my-!!"

A moment of alert was all he needed before the Vampire ducked and Alex's sword phased through the spot where his head was a moment ago.

Kicking Alex's shoulder, Allen leaped away and landed several feet away.

Alex gritted his teeth in annoyance. For fuck sake, his Moon Dance had to fail just at the right moment!

"Yo soldier...what the heck was that attack just now?" While running his fingers around his neck the Vampire couldn't stop himself from feeling a bit amazed at how skillfully the boy reached his blind spot.

If not for the inhumane instincts he has built in the years, Allen might not have been able to dodge that attack.

Alex took several long breaths and steadied his stance.

While rubbing his neck, Allen realized that he was dragging the battle longer than he intended, Allen decided.

His grin vanished as his eyes glowed crimson, his once casual demeanor replaced by an overwhelming bloodlust.

"Playtime's over," he muttered, his voice dripping with malice.

In an instant, Allen was gone, leaving behind a gust of wind. Alex barely caught a blur before the Vampire appeared right in front of him, his fist driving toward Alex's chest like a battering ram.

Alex twisted just in time, the punch grazing his side. The sheer force shattered the ground beneath them, sending shards of stone flying.

Allen didn't pause. He spun around, his leg whipping toward Alex's head like a scythe. Alex ducked, the air above him howling from the kick's velocity.

Although he wasn't as fast as that mutated wolf, Allen had the advantage of his smaller size.

The silver head's face was pale as he barely dodged that attack and was still spasming by that first assault.

But Allen's follow-up was relentless. His claws extended, slashing toward Alex's chest. Alex managed to backpedal, but not far enough—a shallow cut burned across his ribs.

Allen didn't let up. He darted behind Alex, slamming a knee into his back with enough force to send him sprawling forward. Before Alex could recover, Allen's foot came down, aiming for his spine.

"Too slow," Allen hissed, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Sarah's eyes widened as she hurried forward, only for several soldiers wearing red and black uniforms to appear before Sarah; completely blocking her way.

"Don't do it, Your Holiness. You will make it worse." Amara warned.

The emotions the Saintess felt were similar to those felt by every other person since Alex was currently not only fighting for the Saintess but also humanity's pride as well.

'Ceaser...' With her fist clenched, Sarah dreadfully called him out.

Allen's grin twisted into something far more sinister as he disappeared once more, reappearing inches from Alex with terrifying speed. His clawed hand lashed out, aiming for Alex's sword arm.

Alex blocked the first swipe with his blade, but the impact jolted his arm violently. Allen's second strike followed immediately, a crushing blow to Alex's forearm.

*Crack*

The sound was unmistakable. Pain exploded up Alex's arm as he staggered back, his sword dropping slightly. His grip faltered, but he refused to let go.

Allen had a blend of agitation and amusement on his face as he leaped into the air, swirling in a perfect arc; he stood behind Alex and held both his hands by his wrists.

Alex was too injured to free himself.

Pressing his foot against Alex's back, Allen looked at the Saintess, "This is the warrior you chose to protect you right?"

**CRACK**

With a fluid movement, Allen broke both of his arms and sent Alex stumbling forward.

Sarah fell to her knees, her eyes clouded by tears as she saw her beloved in such a state. The effect of Decay was slowly taking his life away.

Although her face was covered, Allen could guess her current expressions, and that made him extremely pleased.

However, what made him frown was the fact that he never heard Alex falling to the ground.

Turning his head, he found him just standing there lifelessly.

"Tch, just die already!" Allen shot forward, and so did Victor to stop him—however before either of them could reach their destination...Alex vanished.

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