Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

Chapter 173: Grudge Match - II

Nikolai looked at his opponent and found him looking strange. His hair lacked lustre, yet his face looked twisted and filled with confidence. The shockwave caused a strong wind to blow Nikolaiʼs black hair back, revealing his handsome face.

ʼNo, his gaze still looks at me like garbage.ʼ

Their first blow left the audience reeling in shock.

A moment of silence while a dull ache filled Nikolaiʼs arm. He tried to face the blood magic of Alistairʼs head-on and suffered a little damage to his nerves.

ʼI should be careful if he uses stronger blood magic, though maybe I should use some against him.ʼ

”Y-You!?”

Alistairʼs arrogant voice contained a sense of shock, almost fear. The sudden clash seemed to have been beyond his imagination...

The next moment, Nikolai vanished from sight, his tight muscles under great stress to use Risaʼs wind step.

ʼNow!ʼ

Alistairʼs eyes widened, his pupils dilating before another wall of blood formed around him. The crowd gasped with some shouts of excitement. Above Alistair, Nikolaiʼs two muscular, deformed black arms smashed down like a hammer.

BANG—!

With a single blow, the blood shield shattered, but Nikolai couldnʼt see Alistair—his figure vanished.

ʼHmmm?! Where is he?ʼ

”Filthy half-breed!”

A voice came from behind, following the sensation of danger. Nikolai could feel the hairs on his back standing on end before a slight buzz sounded in the distance.

ʼMore blood arrows?ʼ Nikolai thought before turning to face the incoming attack.

He could see the red arrows and crimson lights soaring through the air towards him in reflex—his left palm faced the vampire before a thick blood barrier formed. The black barrier caused the arrows to crash into it.

BOOM!

The shockwave spread across the arena, and the dust settled to reveal a figure. Standing on the other side of the barrier, Nikolai felt his muscles twitch.

ʼHis body is tough... but I can crack his bones and break his flesh.ʼ

”Y-You... how did you use a vampires blood arts?!” Alistairʼs voice echoed because of the microphones, which caused a stir in the arena.

Nikolai didnʼt hide it too much—rather, he knew one day this would become widespread. He expected that Nikita and Selene knew from early on, so he never tried to lie or cover it up.

”Well... isnʼt it obvious?”

Once again, his body vanished from sight, appeared beside Alistairʼs head, and grabbed the manʼs hair. Nikolaiʼs muscles bulged as he raised Alistairʼs head, his arrogant face scrunching up with rage. A single punch and the manʼs head flew back, blood spurting from his nose.

”Iʼm a hybrid, of course.”

”OH MY GOD?! WHAT DID WE JUST HEAR!” Queen Tukinoʼs voice echoed. Her theatrics took the current focus from the pathetic scene of the Faust clan member now kneeling on the floor. Desperately trying to cover his nose, pouring out blood.

”To think that the mysterious Nikolai Volkov is a hybrid?! Are these words the truth, or is this just a show!?” Tukino exclaimed with a wicked grin on her lips. Her words caused a ripple effect to flow across the crowd—some even stood up in shock.

Nikolai didnʼt give Alistair any chance to respond. His fists smashed down like a hammer on an anvil.

Meanwhile, in the stands, several of the noble families looked at the Tepes and Fenrir VIP boxes with hateful eyes. Especially those who tried to ally with Alistair Faust and the Nosferatu family. They believed it was impossible—they began to wonder who the mother was and what the implications meant.

Ivan Volkov sat alone, looking at the scene and nodded to himself. Sulley was beside him with an excited face, watching Nikolai pummelling the blood barriers that Alistair created.

”I see, my boy... youʼve decided to reveal it. Then this old man wonʼt let those old bastards get in your way.”

He watched his son dodging the blade of Alistair with a wide grin on Nikolaiʼs face. Then he kicked the vampire in the crotch, and a loud crack echoed as the male lost his function as a man.

”But I wonʼt stop those who are close to your age, Nikolai. You must prove your strength and take your rightful spot.”

There were suddenly many gazes on Nikolai, ones filled with greed, admiration, desire and pure hatred. The holy grail of a hybrid monster was someone all races desire to create...

A Young male shattered the taboo.

***

Nikolaiʼs body slid through the sand beneath his feet, an explosion of blood causing his arms to burn. The horrible state of Alistair was now visible: broken nose, missing teeth and his right eye.

ʼThanks to my obsidian tide, he cannot rapidly heal those wounds!ʼ

ʼYes, I should finish this quickly. Maybe I should have done this from the start, but I thought it would be more fun to toy with Alistair.ʼ

Alistairʼs eyes still contained a strange sense of confidence... a glint that made Nikolai frown. He knew the man wasnʼt stupid, so he was sure that there was something more to the situation. It wasnʼt until the gates behind him opened it became clear.

”You bitch, earn some time for your master!”

Nikolaiʼs eyes narrowed as something came from the tunnel, a power that made him feel a sense of kinship. The figure that slowly appeared felt familiar, and his blood throbbed the moment she appeared.

A woman with long, silver hair covering her face and back entered. Her age looked to be quite young, but countless scars covered her arms and legs. Meanwhile, she wore a black dress, and she transformed her arms into a deformed black werewolfʼs claws, identical to Nikolaiʼs. Her eyes were a dull silver, with snow-white skin.

Her silver hair flowed as she stepped into the arena—the scars on her body showed the life she had led. It was apparent she had suffered from countless wounds and torture...

”Attack him, now!” Alistair, in a hysteric state, shouted.

The empty eyes of the female looked at Alistair like a bug before she slowly gazed at Nikolai—for a moment, her body trembled, and her eyes dilated... ”I-Ivan?! Ugh...!”

After calling out that name, she covered her face with both hands and began to suffer physically. Yet when Nikolai let down his guard, her body vanished with a loud thud.

”What?!”

ʼShit!ʼ

Nikolai never expected an attack so suddenly. Her left foot smashed against the side of his face. The impact of her kick sent a shockwave through his body and shook his brain as he tumbled to the ground. The blood from his mouth splattered across the ground, but he felt it wasnʼt anything too severe—nothing broken or anything.

ʼHer power... itʼs strange!ʼ

”Agh... shit!”

lʼe-

However, her assault didnʼt stop; her beautiful face appeared below his face with an uppercut. The punch was faster than anything he could imagine, and the force behind it was also something he couldnʼt comprehend. It was as if a powerful adult was attacking him, not a child or teenager. No, this was the force of a fully grown monster.

BOOM—!

His body shot into the air, blood arcing from the blow, as he slammed into the ground, bouncing several times. Nikolaiʼs claws dug into the sand to stop him from rolling further.

The next moment, she appeared again, but his left arm blocked her axe kick. His body sunk into the earth, the force nearly crushing him. He grabbed her ankle and began to spin himself rapidly, then threw her body, smashing her into the arena wall.

”Ugh...”

The sound of cracking bones echoed as she coughed out blood. The crowd, who was silent, couldnʼt believe what they witnessed. Yet the female just snapped her arm, and then it rapidly healed.

”Oh my god! Who is this mysterious woman and WHY does she look so similar to the one she fights?!” Queen Tsukino loved drama, and while everything was going on. Alistair was drinking blood vials taken from his pocket. An item frowned upon during duels.

”Alistair... you brought in someone to fight me?” Nikolaiʼs voice was cold, his eyes narrowed on the man who gulped.

”This is a duel!” Alistairʼs voice showed panic, almost bordering on a hysterical state. ”Anything goes!”

ʼWhat duel... damn coward... tsk!ʼ

”Calm down!”

Bang—!

The female attacked once again, her martial arts powerful, but it felt obvious she hadnʼt practised for a long time. Her body once again slammed into the ground by Nikolai using a body slam.

He noticed her body was hot to touch... extremely hot...

”You bastard! How dare you lose to him, if you donʼt win, Iʼll make sure to drain your blood again!” Alistairʼs words caused a change in the female. Her face turned ashen as if something was happening to her.

”No... please no...”

The soft voice of the girl repeatedly asked for forgiveness before her face transformed into that of a beast with silver fur... a female werewolf with silver fur. This change caused Nikolai to freeze for a moment. Because she reminded him of himself before her claw sliced open his chest and her right leg kicked him in the stomach.

BOOM—!

Her body flipped through the air before she landed on top of him like a panther. Rage and bloodlust filled her eyes as she continuously slashed and punched him. Her strength had exploded the first assault, and her muscles were tight and powerful, just like Nikolaiʼs.

If Nikolai didnʼt use a blood shield, he would be in a critical condition, but her assault still left him in a state where he was unable to fight back. He was only able to block her attacks and deflect her blows.

ʼHow is her strength this high...ʼ

He couldnʼt hold back anymore—even the use of his blood art to avoid her blows didnʼt help because she threw dozens in a second. Each one caused his bones to shatter and blood to spurt from the wounds. The deep ache and his broken nerves burned with pain. Nikolai felt a sense of helplessness and a strange feeling in his heart.

He gazed at the silver-haired womanʼs face... and her features were familiar to him.

ʼItʼs like fighting dad in the past...ʼ

After a brutal assault, his vision became blurred before he felt a sudden feral desire and bit her neck. Nikolai then violently tore her throat as she lifted both arms to crush his skull. Her silver eyes dilated as her pupils shook. He could smell her scent and the iron-rich blood that flowed down his throat.

It felt familiar... a strange scent he remembered.

The taste... like his own.

ʼNo... this woman, who is she?!ʼ

The female panicked, pushing off his chest, before taking a distance, blood pouring from her neck. Meanwhile, Alistair pointed towards the wounded Nikolai with hundreds of blood spears pointed at him with a twisted smile.

”Hahaha! You inferior dog, look this bitch distracted you long enough!”

ʼFuck... my eyes are blurry and I feel exhausted.ʼ

Nikolai wanted to fight back, but the moment he stopped focusing on the female, then she would attack him.