This time, Meidong’s response was truly effective. He directly used magic to strengthen himself, unleashing pure physical attacks, and at the very least, he managed to block Kurosaki’s elbow strike.
This brings up another trait of the Bloodline.
Essentially, they are pure energy amalgamations just like the Nameless Witch, but the energy composition inside them is far too chaotic.
Inside every vampire, besides their own blood magic power, there’s also a vast amount of soul and flesh from their devoured victims.
All this chaotic stuff mashed together forms what is known as a [Pureblood].
Because they possess such a large amount of chaotic blood and flesh, they can endlessly boost their physical attributes through forbidden Blood Magic, so in reality, a vampire’s close-quarters combat ability is anything but weak.
Take this situation for example…
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”
With every exchange, the shockwaves stirred up by the two combatants only grew stronger and stronger!
Kurosaki had only one method of attack—an endless barrage of chained elbow strikes.
But in truth, this kind of close-range brawling technique was riddled with flaws.
After all, elbow strikes should only be finishing moves, not something to use as your regular basic attack!
“Thud! Thud! Thud!”
As expected, the Blood Demon Meidong, with muscle-bound arms two meters long and the absolute advantage of an unbeatable wingspan, landed three punches in a single instant right on Kurosaki’s face.
Yet even such terrifying, powerful blows couldn’t faze Kurosaki.
Whether it was magic or physical attack, she didn’t take a single step back—she simply pressed her face straight into Blood Demon Meidong’s fist.
“Are you… some kind of Fierce Beast?”
Blood Demon Meidong was so shocked he could barely speak coherently.
“Scales…”
At the same moment, Haime President finally discovered the secret behind Kurosaki’s magic immunity and her ability to take heavy blows to the face.
She sharply noticed that Kurosaki’s skin would instantly turn jet black in a split second.
Not only the President—many sharp-eyed onlookers in the crowd could see this too, though they didn’t know what it was.
But Haime President knew—those were [Dragon Scales].
In other words, at the very instant the enemy’s attack landed, Kurosaki deployed these fine, black dragon scales over her skin to defend herself.
So all her previous, seemingly unshakable show-off moves were simply the result of thick blood, high defense, and a strong physique.
Sometimes, the simpler the truth, the harder it is to accept.
If you’d just made things all fancy and mysterious, maybe we could accept it.
But now you’re telling me you’re just a pure stats monster? How am I supposed to accept that?
Even Orange Sea Dream, a bona fide Red Dragon, couldn’t possibly switch her dragon scales on and off so smoothly for defense in human form.
Her scales are very fine, but mine are way too big.
Each of my dragon scales is at least half a square meter—perfect for use as a shield, but there’s no way I could use them as form-fitting armor like Kurosaki does.
Kurosaki’s ability is like Dragon Scale Armor custom-made for a humanoid form.
So the more Orange Sea Dream understood, the more astonished she became. Viewing things from the perspective of an Ancient Dragon, she could see even more bizarre and unthinkable details.
What’s more, Blackie’s Dragon Scale Armor was very special.
Its magic resistance was maxed out, making it nearly immune to magic damage, and it even came with a [Magic Immunity Aura].
That’s why those bizarre effects happened earlier, with blood magic attacks being nullified against an invisible wall.
She could also use the magic-immune Dragon Scale Armor’s Magic Immunity Aura to boost her physical skills, shattering the Blood Demon Shield in an instant.
Blackie really was the bane of all magicians.
Sure enough, in the next moment, Kurosaki launched a ferocious counterattack, pushing off the ground with full force and bursting forward.
“Crack!”
A crisp sound rang out, echoing through the whole arena.
With one brutal flying knee, she shattered Blood Demon Meidong’s blood shield, then snapped Meidong’s waist in half.
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Before Blood Demon Meidong’s regenerative powers could kick in, Kurosaki struck out with both claws, precisely grabbing the head hiding inside the massive muscles, and then unleashed a mad chain of knee strikes, pummeling Blood Demon Meidong until his face was completely unrecognizable and flesh exploded everywhere.
Elbows or knees—Blackie, do you not know any other moves!?
“All right, all right… Stop hitting me, stop… I surrender…”
In the end, Blood Demon Meidong was beaten to his knees, begging for mercy.
But Kurosaki’s merciless knee strikes didn’t stop—she kept beating as if to kill him, and finally smashed Meidong’s head to pieces.
“Blackie, that’s enough. Stop.” Only then did Orange Sea Dream call out loudly to stop her.
Kurosaki hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she obediently stopped and let go of the former president Meidong, who had gone from a hulking muscle-tank brute to a giant heap of wriggling bloody pulp at the roadside.
Even with his head blown apart, a vampire’s vitality wouldn’t let him die so easily, but it’d likely take months for him to recover.
Meanwhile, Kurosaki acted like nothing happened, as if she’d just done something totally ordinary, and returned to Orange Sea Dream’s side.
The vampire young ladies hurried up to drag away the unfortunate, steadily shrinking Meidong, probably thinking the Bloodline would never dare provoke Haime President again.
The entire place was silent. The Tea Party members looked at her with nothing but fear in their eyes.
“When someone admits defeat, you can’t keep hitting them. Understand?” Orange Sea Dream spoke sternly, giving a brief lesson.
“Oh.” Kurosaki nodded.
Truthfully, Haime President was already beaming with joy inside—this was exactly the effect she wanted, establishing her power.
Her personal guard had beaten the previous president like a dog; what could look better? From now on, no one would dare challenge their authority.
“If there’s nothing else, let’s all disperse.”
Haime President smiled, then left the gymnasium with Kurosaki and her trusted followers.
Kurosaki had won the duel. Not just the President herself, but even her subordinates now walked with a swagger.
And when Blackie returned to the president’s office, she happily received two boxes of [Senior Snack] as her reward.
Just like that, Kurosaki became Haime President’s personal bodyguard, and from then on, she enjoyed all the perks and privileges with a bright future ahead.
The Faceless Witch truly hadn’t lied—she’d arranged a great job for little Kurosaki.
But there was just one problem—Kurosaki’s boss was getting ready to go to war with Kurosaki’s own father!
Soon, there was bound to be an Annual Dragon Clan Civil War!
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“Achoo!” Feini suddenly sneezed.
After class, the top student Yashou Little Sister Ye Qi from the neighboring class came to Second Year Class 1, walked to Feini’s desk, and stared down at her in silence.
“What do you want?” White Feather Dove said angrily.
“Ye Qi, don’t look for trouble. If there’s something, come at me.” Qingshamu asked.
But Feini’s two-person escort quickly slid over to stand in front of her, blocking Ye Qi.
“No need to be nervous. I’m just here to deliver a letter.”
Ye Qi pulled two letters from her pocket, handing one to Feini and one to Qingshamu.
She now looked every bit the professional bodyguard—delivered the letters and left without a word, probably thinking she looked really cool.
Feini was utterly confused and opened the letter to take a look.
“8 PM tonight, Jingui Lou. A get-together with friends—there’s something to discuss. Shijietang Simon.”
Qingshamu also opened her letter and compared with Feini.
The words on both letters were exactly the same.
But what was even more absurd…
Shijietang was sitting right in front of Feini. She could have just turned around and said it—was there really any need to have Ye Qi deliver the letter?
This was even more ridiculous than taking off your pants to fart—why go through all this just for the ceremony?