Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride

”Heh, so is this where you practise?” Nikita’s snarky voice echoed while walking down the hallway of the Iron Fist Gym’s basement levels.

Selene and Risa seemed to have no interest, their gazes flicking around the various expensive cameras and security items that didn’t belong in a gym. ”This place is more protected than half of the noble houses.”

”It’s nice and cool, though—the air doesn’t smell stuffy like upstairs.” Risa hopped on her feet while grasping Nikolai’s right hand, squeezing them with her hands.

Suddenly, a figure appeared from the normal gym used by Nikolai, followed by a second, smaller figure.

”Nikolai! You’re a little late.” Alexei’s smile seemed to grow, noticing Nikolai in the group while already wearing his training suit, the heavy jingle of the metals causing him to struggle with rapid movements. ”This is my cousin, Brenda, who will support training your wives.”

Behind him was a short female with a face similar to Alexei’s—rather, she seemed a little strange; as Nikita and Risa sniffed the air, they both snorted, turning their nose up at the woman.

”Hmph, a Daywalker, to think you’d be in this territory.”

Though Nikita’s voice sounded rude, in fact, she didn’t judge between the various clans. Instead, it was a test, hoping that Brenda would be someone she could accept into the group.

”Young Heir of Fenrir, do you really want to test me? The Elder of a fallen clan?” Brenda’s lips curled upwards, showing her fangs; there wasn’t fear or recoil; instead, she stepped forward and flicked a pair of small gloves to Nikita. ”Come on, show me your pride, Night Stalkers.”

’Hmm?’

The moment Brenda threw the gloves, Alexei nodded and tapped her shoulder. ”Big Sis, don’t be too hard, don’t bully young children.”

’Someone Alexei calls big sis... there is no way Nikita will win easily!’ Nikolai looked at his cute werewolf lover, who now hopped and skipped excitedly to the second training room, following the brown-haired werewolf.

’Strange...’

”Blood Nikolai does not relate to us, but she is one of the few people who offered me help as a young kid—how else did you think I got this gym? She’s the former Heiress of the Hati clan, well, from a generation or two ago.”

”I see... she’s really strong, right?”

Alexei let out a long sigh while Selene and Risa slowly followed the pair of wolves eager to fight; Risa gazed back, her legs a little strange as she limped, looking back at Nikolai and pulling out her tongue.

”Good luck, Risa. Selene. You shouldn’t hold back and use everything you’ve got.” Nikolai remembered first training with Alexei, and he held back, thinking that it was best to hide his powers once Alexei understood his limits.

His training improved more than he had ever imagined.

”Mm, you too... after this, we’re going on a date, don’t forget.” Selene winked before skipping into the second room. Meanwhile, Risa vanished with all four tails appearing.

”I bet you $1000 your wolf girlfriend will quit in an hour!”

”Hah! Then I bet she ends up making Brenda serious.”

”Tsk... Loverboy, get in here, and we’ll start your lessons.” Alexei watched Nikolai’s movements, speed, and flexibility before frowning. ”You’re getting a bit too strong for that suit.”

”No way!”

”Serves your right for being cheeky!”

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Woosh—!

Nikita’s legs snapped forward in a flurry of blows. Like a whirlwind, she attacked the female trainer, her body agile and flexible, yet the moment her blows approached, Brenda’s muscles bulged, and her arms became thicker before blocking them with ease.

Pah-Pah—!

Brenda’s forearms blocked the fourth kick before she stepped forward, swinging her right fist downwards with a brutal hook. ”You’re slow! Your attacks won’t touch me!”

Woomf—!

Brenda’s fist exploded forward, the wind bending to the force as Nikita’s eyes widened, forcing her body to the ground to avoid the dangerous blow. Her body dropped, touching the floor as she rolled to the side and flicked her left leg with a light abdominal kick.

’Fast... she’s faster than most of our warriors...’ Brenda’s eyes narrowed while jumping backwards, her feet moving rapidly as she stepped to the right and twisted her hips. The moment Nikita’s foot came close, she used her shoulders to throw a quick yet powerful punch.

Her long arms and tall body outstretched Nikita’s leg, catching her mid-kick and slammed her fist into Nikita’s cheek.

Bam—!

Nikita was thrown across the room, crashing into the wall before slumping down. A small trail of blood slid down her lips, but she merely licked her mouth.

She stepped forward, shuddering slightly while leaning on the wall. ”Damn, bitch can punch,” Nikita complained in R-Dialect, wiping her lips with a twisted smile.

”Of course, I can, you fucking midget,” Brenda repeated in the same dialect, her muscles loosening as she returned to a neutral stance.

”You can speak it too?” Nikita’s eyes narrowed, her mind working fast, realising the power difference between herself and this woman.

”Don’t look so shocked. I am over a thousand years old. Hurry up, lift your guard, shrimp.” Brenda’s hands lifted, forming fists in a guard stance. ”And don’t hold back. I’m strong enough to handle your strength.” She laughed, pointing towards the wall. ”Show me the power of the Fenrir clan.”

Meanwhile, while performing weightlifting and circuit training, Selene and Risa found Nikita being beaten so easily quite refreshing. They couldn’t help but laugh. ”Hahaha... oh my god, Nikita’s getting her ass handed to her.”

”Hey, Risa... don’t be so loud; that trainer will probably beat you like that, too.” Selene’s calm and elegant voice as she lifted heavy weights, squatting with them, revealing her tight figure, made Risa a little jealous.

”Why are you so big...” Risa’s gaze lingered on Selene’s body, especially her large breasts. They seemed to jiggle and bounce, but they didn’t stop her from performing the correct form. ”Ah!” Risa’s eyes widened, noticing Selene’s training attire, ”Why is there a love bite on your neck?!”

Selene’s face turned bright red, her ears turned pink, and her lips brushed together as they glistened red. ”Hmmph... our darling was hungry.”

”You—!”

Bang—!

A flash of white smashed into the wall behind them, the cushioned walls thundering the moment Nikita’s body hurled into them, her body curling up and moaning in pain.

Risa’s ears perked up while her tails swished behind her, her eyes narrowing on Brenda, the one who caused it. ”That woman is really strong!”

”Next! Stop chatting and focus, you... the one with those needlessly large milkers!”

Brenda, with her muscular body and tight black training suit, pointed to Selene, who looked obscenely erotic in her training outfit compared to the flat-chested Daywalker.

”I’ll show you the difference between us, and then you can rise from nothing. Your father also contacted me to help, so don’t hold back.”

Brenda wasn’t actually trying to be horrible to them on purpose, but the requests from their families were to break their spirit and to treat them like low-level thralls.

”I will do my best.”

Selene didn’t fall for the cheap provocation like the unconscious Nikita, but that was only visible. Her chest boiled with anger—being seen for just her body and family made Selene’s fury rapidly explode inside her.

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Meanwhile, in the male room, Nikolai’s fist met with Alexei’s, causing a thunderous shockwave. Both of their bodies were pushed backwards, causing Alexei to stumble back as the weight on his arms slowed his movements.

But, on the other hand, Nikolai’s light frame leapt forward, his legs moving rapidly, and a blur formed in Alexei’s vision.

’What?’ Alexei’s mind couldn’t process the speed, his eyes only seeing a blur, yet the moment his eyes lost track of Nikolai’s form, he appeared in front of him, his fist flying straight for Alexei’s face.

BANG—!

”Eh?” Nikolai’s eyes widened.

He saw the changes in Alexei, his pseudo werewolf form, as his body bulged up, his height growing to close to seven feet tall before his muscles condensed to increase mobility.

”It seems you finally reached this point, Nikolai! Good work... I am very happy!” Alexei spoke, his voice like a deep growl. His eyes were smaller than before, and he had a fierce and aggressive visage. ”Hurry, transform and fight me in your strongest form... Or I’ll break you.”

Nikolai’s body trembled as the killing intent of Alexei exploded from his body, a heavy and thick aura spreading through the room.

The pressure of someone who stood above others overwhelmed him. But, of course, this was due to the surprise of his sudden change—it was the first time he had seen his transformation in a while.

There wasn’t any time to think.

A fist like a meteor shot at Nikolai’s face. The speed of the attack was too fast to react to. Nikolai’s mind blanked as a dull sensation spread throughout his face, his bones rattling as his blood art activated, allowing him to see the fist moving slowly, yet still... faster than most people’s full speed.

Woomph—!

The force lifted Nikolai off his feet—the walls cracking from the force... Nikolai’s eyes shone deep blue, his body swelling as silver fur, tight, powerful muscles, and claws appeared on his body as he stood just under seven feet.

’This is enough... I wouldn’t learn anything from using my Obsidian form.’

The moment his blood art activated and his transformation finished, Nikolai’s body twisted to the side, dodging Alexei’s second punch. A gust of wind blew over his face, a chill running down his spine as the floor beneath him cracked from the impact.

A silvery black aura flickered around his fist as he used his father’s ability, something he inherited, and mixed it with his evil god bloodline, turning it a black colour.

His fist rocketed upwards, a brutal uppercut to Alexei’s chin, and the shockwave spread through the air, causing a sonic boom that echoed through the room, the metal parts vibrating.

Alexei’s eyes rolled back, the impact lifting his body and forcing his head to tilt backwards. However, his instincts activated, and his hands grasped onto the arm of his opponent.

”Wah?!”

Nikolai was dragged down as Alexei twisted his body and threw him against the wall.

Crash—!

His face smashed into the wall as Alexei’s form vanished, leaving only a blur of brown. ’This speed... how can he move so fast when he has all that equipment?’ Nikolai’s mind blanked at the speed his teacher could move, his eyes following the blur.

But the moment he moved, Alexei was already attacking.