I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

"Someone?"

Ivan felt a chill run down his spine.

His body reacted faster than he could consciously perceive.

His 3.4 physique allows his muscle explosiveness to reach a level that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

He barely thought; he was thrown backward as if propelled by a spring.

When he landed, he had come to a steady stop behind an old oak tree about two meters away.

Through the gaps in the branches, he used his new golden vertical pupils and demon-hunting vision to see the situation below the hillside clearly.

A young man in a postman's uniform is parking his car at the bottom of the slope.

He wore a dark blue postal cap, a canvas mailbag slung across his shoulder, and a brass bicycle bell hanging from the handlebars.

The young man was of average appearance, thin, and did not look strong at all.

But Ivan's golden vertical pupils, now activated with his demon-hunting vision, caught a detail that an ordinary person would never notice.

That bicycle bell.

It was surrounded by rings of pale blue, wavy energy traces.

Each time the bicycle bell is rung, the ripples spread outwards, creating a unique pattern.

The copper bell is ordinary; what's special is the person who uses it.

The postman at the bottom of the slope had just parked his car when he looked up and his gaze pierced through the dense woods, locking onto Evan, who was hiding behind an oak tree.

He didn't even look around, and he searched without hesitation.

It was as if the entire forest was transparent to him.

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

The young man spoke, his voice gentle, carrying the smile of an elder to a younger person.

He bent down to lock his bicycle and slowly walked up the hillside.

Each step was taken at a leisurely pace, the soles of his boots making a soft rustling sound as they pressed against the fallen leaves.

"Don't be afraid. I'm the helper your senior brother called. You can just call me Hong Si."

Ivan did not emerge from behind the tree, remaining in a ready-to-retaliate stance.

What if this guy was sent by Priscilla to clean up the mess?

On a night like this, when identities are in turmoil, no one can be trusted.

Hong Si seemed to sense the other party's wariness.

He took another step forward, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Your senior brother said... it was around here last week, right?"

He paused for a moment, deliberately drawing out his words.

"You peed your pants from being scared by a vampire..."

"Brother Hong Si!"

Ivan's figure suddenly appeared from behind the oak tree.

He rushed up the hillside in one stride, almost interrupting the other person's next sentence.

"We can put it another way!"

"You could say that my crotch wasn't sweating at the time."

"After all, as long as I don't say anything, no one will know whether there's sweat or pee in my crotch."

Hong Si stopped and looked Ivan up and down, who was standing in the moonlight.

Silvery-white hair, golden vertical pupils, black veins beneath pale skin, and a body that has just undergone transformation, covered in dirt and black and red bloodstains.

A hint of surprise crept into his smile.

"I didn't expect it to be absorbed so quickly."

"It seems your body is as sharp as your mind."

He walked up the hillside, his gaze falling on the female assistant's body lying on the ground, still slowly healing itself.

Even with its self-healing ability reduced by 300%, it still possesses a fairly good self-healing speed.

His shattered neck has healed, and half of his head has returned to normal.

Hong exclaimed in amazement, "I'm really curious how you did it. A newly initiated demon hunter without even a rank managed to make a [Apprentice] Bloodthirsty Species look so pathetic."

"And why is the Bloodthirsty Clan's self-healing speed so slow?"

Ivan chuckled: "I gave her a little something extra!"

Hong Si said "Oh," with a knowing look on his face: "That makes things much easier for me."

As he spoke, he reached into the parcel and pulled something out.

A silver-white tuning fork about thirty centimeters long.

He knelt down on one knee, bent over, and precisely inserted the tip of the tuning fork into the center of his female assistant's chest, then gently flicked the handle with his thumb and forefinger.

The tuning fork emitted a very faint, almost inaudible vibrato.

Bang.

next second.

The female assistant's still-healing corpse exploded instantly from the inside out under the influence of some invisible frequency.

Skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs were all shattered into hundreds of pieces of varying sizes, scattering across the moonlit grass.

Ivan's pupils twitched.

His demon-hunting vision captured every detail of the attack.

Every sound wave emitted by that silver-white tuning fork transformed into a tangible, blade-shaped slice of energy.

It was carrying out incredibly intense destruction inside the female assistant's body.

"Such powerful destructive force."

Ivan inwardly gasped.

While maintaining a calm facade, he began rapidly analyzing the background of this "postman".

car bell. tuning fork. sound.

"This guy..."

Ivan squinted.

"Is he a poet on the path of the Holy Grail?"

Chapter 48: Immortality and the Holy Water of the Sun

After the attack ended, Ivan looked down at the ground.

The shattered pieces of flesh were still slowly wriggling in the moonlight.

Heart tissue, liver lobe, half a finger—each piece writhed among the blades of grass like an independent life.

*Splat*

Ivan stepped on it.

It was a piece of shattered atrium tissue, crushed like mud under his boot.

But when he lifted his foot, the piece of flesh was still twitching on the ground, the muscle fibers trying to reconnect at a visible speed.

"They're still alive?"

Evan frowned.

Hong leaned against an old birch tree and pulled a tin cigarette case from the inside pocket of his postal uniform.

He skillfully tore off a piece of cigarette paper, poured out the tobacco, rubbed it with his thumb, and rolled it into a long, thin cigarette.

He lit a cigarette and took a puff.

"The essence of being extraordinary is to transcend the mundane."

The smoke swirled around his mouth before being dispersed by the night wind.

"If it could be killed by ordinary means, it wouldn't be called extraordinary."

"The core extraordinary characteristic of the Bloodthirsty race is immortality."

"This means that even if they are crushed into mincemeat or burned to ashes using conventional methods, they can still be restored."

"The only difference is the length of the recovery time."

Evan scratched his head.

"Then wasn't blowing her up with a tuning fork just now also an extraordinary technique?"

Hong Si smiled and took another drag of his cigarette.

“My methods are extraordinary, but they do not contain the extraordinary power to shatter [immortality].

Evan immediately understood: "It was a magical method, but what was fired was an ordinary lead bullet without any enchantment."

Hong Si nodded: "Yes, that's quite a vivid analogy. Different characteristics have different advantages and disadvantages."

"The Bloodthirsty Species excel at survival, but are much weaker in other areas, such as their soul and their capacity for inclusion."

He pointed with his cigarette butt at the still-wriggling bits of flesh on the ground.

"My methods are very useful for other professions that are not good at survival, but for Bloodthirsty Species, pure physical destruction can only create wounds, not death."

He paused for a moment, then exhaled a smoke ring.

"But don't worry. Let it drag on until dawn, the sun will take care of her for us."

Ivan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there was still a trump card.