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After a moment of joy in his heart, Bu calmed his mind. It was not yet the time for him to celebrate, as the threat from Warren Earl had not been resolved. If he wasn't careful, he could easily lose his life.
After a brief contemplation, Bu allocated all 10 remaining free attribute points to Agility and Constitution. He assigned 6 points to Agility and 4 points to Constitution.
Focusing the remaining attribute points on Agility and Constitution was a decision made after careful consideration by Bu.
A fierce battle was imminent, and in this fight, he sought not to kill but merely to survive.
Even so, the strength value linked to attack power did not seem particularly important in the upcoming battle.
The level of Agility represented his Speed, while the strength of Constitution corresponded to his ability to withstand damage and his vitality. With these two attributes enhanced, Bu's chances of survival in the upcoming fierce battle had significantly increased.
He glanced at the attribute panel once more and nodded in satisfaction.
"Character: Vampire: Vampire Faction: Dark
Strength: 5 (7+8) Agility: 4 (7+6) Constitution: 8 (+5) Spirit: 16 Energy: 100/100
Occupation: None Faith: None Level: Level Experience Points: 0/8000 Physical Condition: Normal 100%
Racial Gift (Active): Level 1 Baron Bloodline Transformation Effect: All attributes increase by twenty percent, triggering Bloodthirsty Fangs, entering Bloodthirsty State. This state consumes 5 energy points and lasts for two minutes. Cooldown time: 10 minutes."
"Now that the person has been killed, shouldn't you give me an answer?" Seeing Bu standing silently after taking action, Warren Earl grew impatient and said with a frown.
Slightly taken aback, Bu quickly reacted, turned to look at Warren Earl, and chuckled lightly, "Don't worry. I won't go back on my word. Since I've already killed the person and currently have no ability to resist, I know how to choose for my survival."
Warren Earl was not easily swayed by what seemed like grandiose words. He understood how difficult this person could be and would not believe that the other party would simply surrender. However, on the surface, Warren Earl nodded and said, "Those who know how to adapt are wise. I do not wish for you to do anything foolish. Now, please establish the Blood Contract for me."
After saying this, Warren Earl fixed his intense gaze on Bu, pulling out the scroll of the Blood Contract from his pocket and handing it over. "I am curious to see what tricks you can pull."
With their overwhelming strength, Warren Earl believed that no matter how Bu resisted, the outcome would be futile; in the end, he would have to accept his fate.
He wanted to instill despair in the other party; only someone in despair would desperately seek a remedy. At that point, even if the Blood Contract was poison, they would swallow it down just to fill their stomachs.
Slowly taking the Blood Contract, Bu's mind raced with thoughts: "Establishing a contract is impossible. The only slightly safe method is..."
"Let me remind you of something. To successfully establish a Blood Contract, you must willingly drop a drop of blood on the contract. If there is even a hint of reluctance in your heart, the Blood Contract will fail. This is my last copy of the Blood Contract. I believe I don’t need to elaborate on the consequences of failure?"
Just as a thought was forming in Bu Xin's mind, Warren Earl's ominous words echoed in his ears. The Five Guardian Elders, who had been watching closely from the side, also revealed malicious smiles, looking like loyal hounds eager to share their master's burdens.
"Then shall I prepare to drop my blood?" Bu asked tentatively, looking at Warren Earl who was only a few steps away.
Warren Earl snorted and casually watched Bu with a half-smile, nodding slightly to indicate that he could proceed.
Seeing Warren Earl's ambiguous smile made Bu feel an inexplicable sense of oppression; he sensed something was off but couldn't pinpoint what it was.
Casting another discreet glance at everyone present, he noted that the nearest Gray-Robed Elder was still five steps away from Warren Earl. Bu felt somewhat relieved and steeled himself to raise his sword, slicing his finger open.
In an instant, blood flowed from the wound. Holding the sword horizontally, Bu gently shook the Blood Contract, and with a swish, the entire scroll unfurled.
The surface of this blood scroll was purplish-red, adorned with various mysterious runes resembling tadpoles. Each rune shimmered with blue light, exuding an eerie aura.
In the center of the scroll, there is an engraving of a strange stone altar resembling a formation. Surrounding the altar are numerous blood-red statues, their faces twisted in expressions of pain and anger, making the scene appear eerie and terrifying.
"This drop of blood, where is it supposed to go? Just on the scroll?" After examining the scroll for a while, Bu looked at Warren Earl with a puzzled expression, as if he was genuinely preparing to establish a contract.
This caused Warren Earl to pause slightly, looking at Bu with a strange gaze, seemingly unable to believe that the other party would submit so easily. However, he eventually spoke calmly, "You just need to let your blood fall on the formation in the contract."
After finishing his words, Warren Earl's tone shifted slightly as he added with some concern, "I advise you not to joke with your own life. If you really intend to establish a contract, you must willingly shed your blood.
If you force yourself to do it against your will, then the contract will be destroyed. At that point, even if I don't want to kill you, I will have no choice but to do so."
"Willing? How could I not be willing? Compared to my life, what's so significant about establishing a contract?" Bu appeared indifferent, seemingly open-minded about it.
This expression made several Guardian Elders exchange glances with each other.
Well then, they had seen people afraid of death before, but never someone so spineless who didn't resist at all and simply gave in.
"Hmph, let's hope that's the case," Warren Earl snorted lightly, narrowing his eyes.
Bu smiled and did not argue further; instead, he raised his hand as if intending to shed blood.
This action immediately drew everyone's attention in the room, all eyes focused on Bu's raised hand, waiting for him to let it drop.
However, after waiting for quite a while, it seemed as if Bu's movements had become stiff; his hand remained suspended in mid-air without moving at all. The blood flowed down his arm to his wrist but did not fall.
The crowd blinked in realization and felt a surge of frustration: "Oh boy, still trying to play tricks."
At that moment, a Guardian Elder in green could not help but curse, but before he could speak, Step's hand suddenly moved, slowly descending as if he was about to draw blood.
With this movement, everyone swallowed their words and refocused their attention on him.
Under the eager and expectant gazes of the crowd, Step's hand continued to lower, and with his actions, the brightness in everyone's eyes intensified.
Slowly, the bloodied fingertip of Step was about to touch the surface of the Blood Contract's formation. At this point, Warren Earl even began to breathe heavily.
But just then, Step's finger paused abruptly before it could reach the contract.
Everyone stared wide-eyed, caught off guard by the sudden halt of his finger, unable to react for a moment as they dumbly fixed their gaze on it.
"Um. That, heh heh, I just want to confirm, is the stone altar drawn on this contract the formation?" Step suddenly looked up, somewhat embarrassed, and asked Warren Earl in a hesitant tone.
"The Unfading God and his entire family!" Several hot-tempered Guardians began to curse loudly. Warren Earl's face turned slightly pale as he shot a piercing glare at Step, wishing he could strike him down with a single blow.
"Uh. I'm just being cautious, right? After all, there's only this one copy of the contract. If I draw blood incorrectly or in the wrong place, wouldn't that just endanger my life? Here, take a look; is it this spot?"
Step smiled mischievously at Warren Earl, completely ignoring his murderous expression. He stepped forward and pointed at a specific area of the contract as if intending to confirm something.
"I can endure!" Warren Earl glared at Step fiercely, forcing himself to suppress his irritation and annoyance. He awkwardly lowered his head and directed his gaze toward where Step was pointing.
"Yes, it's right here. Hurry up and give me..." Before he could finish his sentence, Warren Earl suddenly felt a jolt in his heart as a strong sense of crisis erupted within him. Before he could think further, an Ethereal Light flared up and shot straight toward his chest.
It was Step who had already made preparations; seizing the opportunity while being so close to Warren Earl, he decisively struck out.
With this strike, he unleashed the Fifth Sword of the Ethereal Thirteen Swords, its speed reaching an extreme level, especially at such close range. This sword was destined to hit its target, and as for whether Warren Earl would live or die after being struck, he had already prepared two plans.
If Warren Earl was fortunate enough to survive, he would use him as a hostage to escape from the Aldra Family. If Warren Earl was unfortunate and died on the spot, he would quickly withdraw and escape, not thinking too much about whether he could get away.
At this moment, he only wanted to save his own life while also venting some pent-up anger.
Even if the outcome meant he could not escape death, he would have no regrets. Rather than living a life of compromise, it was better to die gloriously in battle. There was no way he would submit!
The tip of the Fifth Sword glowed with Ethereal Light, producing a wailing sound. At such a close distance, in just a fraction of a second, the sword had already pierced Warren Earl's chest.
This shocking scene left the Five Guardian Elders unable to react in time; their expressions of fear and shock had barely appeared on their faces.
Meanwhile, Hawk, who was not far behind, reacted quickly and threw a knife in an attempt to intervene, but it was too late to save the situation.
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