"Let's make it clear first—any heads we take later are mine."
"No problem."
With the deal struck, the two stopped talking and strode directly toward the target nightclub.
The vampires guarding the entrance instantly tensed up, shouting sharply, "Stop! Who are you?"
"The ones here to collect you."
Before the words finished leaving Daniel's mouth, his figure shot out like a ghost.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Cold light flashed. The vampires didn't even have time to react before they were sliced apart and turned into ash in an instant.
A trace of surprise flickered across Blade's eyes. "What an impressive watermelon knife."
Daniel looked displeased. "This is a Nichirin Blade! It just happens to look like a watermelon knife!"
Still a watermelon knife.
Blade's mouth twitched ever so slightly, but he wisely chose silence.
Their steps never paused as they swaggered straight into the nightclub.
Just as they entered, two patrolling vampires rushed over at the sound.
Swish! Swish!
Daniel swung his blade cleanly. Neither vampire even managed a grunt before both turned into ash.
On the other side, Blade demonstrated his own formidable skills.
Relying on his innate racial knack for hiding in the shadows, he slipped silently behind another vampire. The target didn't even sense a presence before two heavy punches smashed into the back of its head, knocking it out cold.
Blade kept his word, giving that head to Daniel.
Both men were clearly seasoned fighters. They didn't bother with elaborate plans—one glance was enough. With silent coordination, the two activated stealth mode.
Just like that, they crept deeper into the nightclub, and Daniel's mission progress bar soared by more than a dozen points.
In short, their stealth was extremely successful.
When they finally reached the nightclub's main interior, a thick metallic scent hit them like a wall.
The ceiling sprinklers were spraying wildly, but what rained down wasn't water—it was thick, bright red blood.
Below, in the dance floor drenched in the crimson rain, a crowd twisted and jumped wildly to deafening, explosive music. Judging by how intoxicated they looked, there was no doubt—they were all vampires.
Daniel looked disgusted. "Are vampires always this revolting?"
Sure, blood was food to them. But ordinary humans didn't pour cola all over themselves either. Too disgusting.
Unless they were hyperactive kids with no shame.
Soon, one particularly excitable vampire spotted the two intruders and stiffened in shock.
"It's Blade! The Daywalker!"
The vampires instantly turned pale, staring at Blade as if they had seen their natural enemy.
In vampire circles, Blade's notoriety was legendary.
Even newly turned fledglings had heard his name from their elders—he was basically an urban horror story personified.
Blade clearly enjoyed this reaction.
He grinned, showing a row of gleaming white teeth even in the dim light.
"Heard you were having a party. How come nobody invited me?"
"Go to hell, Daywalker!"
One vampire, pushed past his limit by fear, lunged at Blade with a roar.
Swish!
Blade drew a silver longsword in a flash. One clean sweep—both of the lunging vampire's arms were severed.
The returning stroke sliced off both legs at the knee.
But he didn't finish the creature off. Instead, he simply watched it writhe and scream on the floor.
His expression was that of a complete maniac.
Seeing this, the remaining vampires immediately lost their nerve.
They were already terrified of Blade. Now they were even more petrified, scrambling desperately for the exit.
Only to see Daniel blocking the door.
"Out of the way, human!"
The leading vampire snarled viciously.
Swish!
His answer was a streak of cold steel.
He was split in half instantly, turning to ash.
Daniel locked the door, watermelon blade in hand, smiling faintly at the terrified vampires.
"Sorry. No exit here."
"That's the vampire hunter! The lunatic who's slaughtered hundreds of us in the past few days!"
A well-informed vampire screamed the moment he recognized Daniel—the rising star of their nightmares.
A wolf in front, a tiger behind.
Terror smothered the entire room. It felt like these two had single-handedly trapped the entire crowd.
"Don't panic! There are only two of them—we still have the advantage!"
"Kill them!"
Under absolute pressure, some vampires snapped, their fear turning into madness as they charged like rabid beasts.
Blade scoffed, swinging his silver sword in a lazy arc before charging directly into the group.
As a half-human, half-vampire hybrid, Blade possessed the superior physique and regenerative abilities of vampires, while being immune to all their weaknesses—including ultraviolet light.
If he wanted, he could sunbathe at noon.
This physique was comparable to a cheat character straight out of a shonen manga.
Combined with years of brutal combat training, his skills had already reached their peak. These small-time vampires were no match for him.
Within moments, more than a dozen vampires lay on the ground missing arms and legs.
During a brief lull, Blade glanced toward Daniel and saw the man had gone completely berserk. His watermelon blade swung so fast it left afterimages—each strike causing a vampire to shriek before turning to ash.
As a master of combat, Blade immediately realized Daniel wasn't using any technique at all.
He was simply overwhelming them with raw stats.
At that moment, a private room deeper inside the club was kicked open. A dozen figures in black leather rushed out.
At the front was a rough-looking man who immediately caught sight of the two butchers. When he recognized Blade's trademark fangs, shock turned into fury.
"Blade! You damn half-breed abomination!"
Blade kicked away a vampire trying to pounce on him. "Quinn, I came to play again. Aren't you happy?"
"Fak yoooou!"
Quinn flipped him off and roared, "Kill them!!"
At his command, the vampires around him pulled out various firearms, leveling them at the two hunters.
As modern vampires—especially in a land of freedom—carrying guns was more than reasonable.
Ratatatatatatatat—!
Bullets flew in a storm. Both men quickly ducked behind cover.
Blade whipped out a savage-looking shotgun and fired into the rushing vampires.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The special silver-shot shells exploded outwards, blasting the lower halves of several vampires into pulp.
But after only a few shots, Blade abruptly stopped.
Daniel asked, puzzled, "Why'd you stop?"
"Bullets are too damn expensive."
Blade's voice carried a faint note of pain.
Daniel: "…"