Looking at the shadow blood wolf charging toward her.
“Bind!”
Lorevil shouted angrily, gathering all the remaining blood energy in her body into her long, pale fingers.
The dim blood line expanded to twice its original diameter, intertwining into a bloody python that coiled around the shadow blood wolf’s limbs.
“Roar!”
The shadow blood wolf howled in pain as its thick, powerful limbs were entangled.
Its claws struggled fiercely, trying to break free and quickly kill the one who dared to harm it.
Lorevil glanced at the wildly howling blood wolf, thinking to herself:
‘This blood wolf came at the wrong time. I need time to recover my blood energy, or it’ll be hard to survive its claws and fangs.’
This was undoubtedly a tug-of-war.
First, expanding the blood line’s diameter would rapidly consume her blood energy, but if she didn’t, the shadow blood wolf would immediately retaliate once it broke free.
Besides, ever since she entered the Blood Hunting Ground, she had signed a life-and-death contract, meaning she had no other choice.
Even though Lorevil was now utterly exhausted, she still pushed herself to activate her blood energy with all her might.
Tighten the blood line!
The blood line’s binding power was maxed out, and at the same time, the tough blood line kept cutting into the shadow blood wolf’s fur as it tightened.
‘If only the blood line were a bit sharper, I could cut through the vital vessels and kill it in one blow.’
Lorevil shook her head, sighing inwardly:
‘But it’s not enough. Just a little more.’
The reason blood beasts had such strong defenses was that their blood energy merged with their flesh, forming an internal blood armor-like structure that was incredibly tough.
Just then, the shadow blood wolf fought back desperately, snapping several sections of the blood line.
The immense force even kicked up layers of dust from the ground, forming a huge crater!
The two sides were locked in a stalemate.
The blood line’s color slowly dimmed, signaling that her blood energy was almost depleted.
Lorevil was on the verge of collapse.
The shadow blood wolf seemed to sense this too, letting out a long howl.
The blood energy burning like flames on its body fluctuated violently.
But Lorevil’s heart was filled with unwillingness.
Hadn’t she sworn to become Noxia’s pride?
Lorevil clenched her teeth, squeezing the last of her blood energy into the blood line.
She absolutely couldn’t fall so easily—at least not now!
If she fell now, it wouldn’t be losing to someone else, but to the self who had once vowed to grow stronger.
During her struggles in society, no matter how hard it got or how scarred she became, she never gave up, right?
Just like she told Mahina: learn to be independent, become truly strong, and pull herself together!
If she gave up now, if she didn’t fight, she would be too useless!
Nothing external could be relied upon—only persisting on her own had meaning.
“Hold on for me. Don’t let me down.”
A cool surge of blood energy suddenly welled up from her depleted bloodline, and Lorevil’s spirits lifted as if it were a final flash.
This was the last trace of blood energy.
Once it was used up, death was certain.
She mustered her last ounce of strength, raised her arm, and stabbed the sharp tip straight into the shadow blood wolf’s throat!
Pfft!
The blood line instantly pierced the shadow blood wolf’s throat.
Wolf blood gushed out, splattering everywhere.
In an instant, blood dyed the earth and sky, turning everything into a vast crimson.
“Roar—!”
A mournful roar echoed across the entire outer perimeter.
The shadow blood wolf crashed to the ground.
And the massive, violent blood energy surged wildly along the blood line into Lorevil’s body, making her tremble all over, like a traveler in the desert finally receiving the moisture of dew.
Seeing this scene before her.
“I did it!”
Lorevil’s face was pale, and she gasped heavily, her arms hanging limply at her sides, but she couldn’t help laughing.
She had succeeded.
Her efforts had paid off, not wasted.
At that moment, Lorevil was utterly exhausted, yet she felt a sense of survival after a calamity, like finishing a long marathon and finally reaching the finish line.
An immense satisfaction and joy surged into her heart.
But in front of the blood curtain, the entire audience was dead silent.
All the vampires present stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they saw on the blood curtain.
On the blood curtain, Lorevil’s score suddenly jumped.
Then it settled at—42!
After a brief silence, the whole place erupted.
A vampire exclaimed excitedly:
“She killed thirty-two second-rank blood beasts, and then a third-rank blood beast!”
Even though third-rank blood beasts at the early stage had low intelligence, it was still a genuine third-rank early stage!
“She was clearly exhausted—how did she still burst out with so much power?”
A second-year student gasped.
Experienced third-rank vampires were puzzled.
They didn’t know how terrifying the power one could unleash in a desperate situation truly was.
It was a state sustained by a miracle-like willpower.
Lorevil had created a miracle for herself!
The murmurs in the outer area gradually faded.
The time for the bet also passed quickly.
After that, Laide’an and Lorevil continued hunting ordinary second-rank blood beasts.
The first to come out was the blonde noble Laide’an.
His bloodline disorder was almost visible to the naked eye, and his uniform even had a tear, making him look a bit disheveled.
But he still looked confident, convinced he was the final winner.
Laide’an scanned the surroundings, frowning displeasedly:
“Where’s Lorevil? Why isn’t she out yet?”
“Could it be she couldn’t handle this high-intensity hunt and already sneaked away to admit defeat?”
The vampires around were momentarily stunned.
On the blood curtain, Lorevil’s record was clearly listed:
Total kills: 36.
Among them: 1 third-rank blood beast.
Score: 43.
Meanwhile, Laide’an’s record paled in comparison.
Total kills: 27.
Score: 27.
The smug smile on Laide’an’s face froze instantly.
He wasn’t stupid; on the contrary, he was very calculating.
The Laide’an family was a newly risen noble in Holy Blood City in recent years, with power comparable to Lorevil’s family.
They had been actively pushing for his marriage to Catherine.
But Catherine’s family was indifferent, and Catherine herself avoided him.
The reason he had recklessly provoked Lorevil before was that he wanted to use this high-stakes competition to publicly defeat Lorevil, who was seen as a loser.
Preferably to establish his authority.
Then Catherine’s family would naturally think highly of him, and the chances of the marriage would greatly increase.
Thinking of this, Laide’an’s face turned pale and then red.
A wise man adapts to circumstances.
Just then, the tottering snow-haired girl walked out from inside.
Her delicate face was deathly pale.
“Lorevil!”
A student cheered.
She had earned the respect of many young vampires.
Vampires had always admired the strong, especially someone like Lorevil who turned the tables—they admired her even more.
They even overlooked the stain on her reputation.
Under the envious gazes of all the vampires, Lorevil managed a faint smile.
Then, amidst the crowd’s attention, she walked to the front row beside Catherine.
But Catherine sensed something strange.
It was like the brilliant diamond that originally belonged to her was now being watched by other vampires.
Her pretty face was cold as ice.
Laide’an snorted, straightening his messy collar.
“A bet’s a bet.”
Then he took out a monthly card and handed it to Catherine.
In front of all the vampires, Catherine didn’t take it.
Probably to distance herself.
“Thanks for the monthly card. Catherine and I will make good use of it.”
Lorevil reached out and took the monthly card, speaking with a smile.
Combined with Catherine’s actions, it clearly showed a separation.
Laide’an forced a smile, clenching his teeth in anger but helpless.
“I’ll pay the rest of the bet later.”
He knew that continuing to argue now would only make him look more foolish.
So he turned and left.
Catherine spoke casually, her tone unreadable:
“Do you know what kind of vampire you’ve offended this time?”
Lorevil wiped her sweat, puzzled:
“What kind? Isn’t he just an ordinary noble vampire?”
“An ordinary noble wouldn’t have the guts to openly provoke you at the academy.”
Catherine shook her head, finding it somewhat amusing.
“The Laide’an family is a newly risen noble in Holy Blood City over the past decade. Their influence is already close to your family’s.”
“Then why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Lorevil rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“If I knew his background was that serious, I would’ve at least added two more conditions to the bet.”
Thinking back to the situation, Lorevil pursed her lips.
When the shadow blood wolf appeared, she had been truly scared.
Fortunately, things ended well.
Catherine shrugged.
“I wanted to, but you didn’t give me a chance.”
Lorevil was silent for a moment, recalling.
True.
When Laide’an suddenly blocked the way and provoked her, she had been so angry that she directly clapped back, not giving Catherine a chance to interject.
“Forget it, you’re right.”
Lorevil admitted.
Even though she had acted impulsively, she didn’t regret it in her heart.
“Having a bit of edge isn’t a bad thing. Holy Blood City is a place where the weak are prey. Constantly backing down will only make others think you’re easy to bully.”
Catherine consoled her.
Lorevil nodded.
She suddenly remembered that Teacher Jerwen had deliberately wanted her to stand out more.
So this must be the reason.
Hunting blood beasts in the Blood Hunting Ground had drained almost all her stamina.
Lorevil’s body went slightly limp, entering a period of weakness after blood energy depletion.
Catherine noticed her state and instinctively reached out to support her.
This trouble had originally been caused by her.
Laide’an had provoked Lorevil largely to draw Catherine’s attention by suppressing someone close to her.
“You just killed a third-rank blood beast. You’re overexerted and your blood energy is depleted. Come back with me to rest, and I’ll bring you a nutritious meal.”
Catherine’s tone was unusually gentle.
Lorevil: “…”
Alright.
Tsundere is tsundere.
At least she could feel this teacher’s goodwill.
Lorevil nodded slightly, not refusing.
She really needed rest now to recover her strength.
In fact, it was already rare for Catherine to say something like that.