Game: I'm a Hunter in the Blood Curse World

"If you're looking to die, don't blame me!"

Seeing that the 'negotiation' had failed, the prop master harbored a murderous intent towards Van En.

A pale blue light shone on his wrist as he drew his whip and assumed a starting stance, his speed increasing by three points compared to before!

Conserve your strength, assess your opponent, and unleash a decisive blow!

This is the creed of the William family hunters, and the prop master has already entered the third one.

He even ignored the wound on his lower back and began using various amplifying arcane spells again.

puff!

The prop master heard the sound of the blood pump working on Van En's body. Seeing that the situation was as he had expected, Van En indeed had a backup plan.

His eyes turned cold, and he suddenly exerted force on his wrist, channeling arcane power into the blade whip and slamming it towards Vann.

In that instant, the prop master couldn't help but think:

"It's a pity this Hearst hunter had so much potential. Ah! How I miss the feeling of pumping blood; it's a shame that since converting to the Father of Mercy, I can no longer receive the favor of blood healing."

A fleeting feeling of nostalgia crossed the prop master's mind, and he looked at Fan En as if he were looking at a dead man.

"Where are you going to dodge? This strike will reach the tip of my whip twice as fast as before! Even if you can accelerate again, you still can't dodge it!"

But Van En's reaction puzzled the prop master.

After injecting the last bottle of blood essence, Van En stood still, as if he was about to die!

But just as the whip was about to strike his head, Van En's body began to change.

A thick, heavy, black insect carapace covered his entire body, tearing through his tattered hunter's uniform.

Even on his head, a bunch of thick, forked bull horns grew!

At this moment, Van En looked as if he were wearing a set of horned beetle-shaped armor, and his body had become thicker and stronger.

If other players were present, they would definitely exclaim in surprise:

"Holy crap! Metal Hero!"

boom!

The whip struck the bull's horn, breaking off most of it. A crack appeared on Vann's helmet, but he was not injured at all.

The prop master was horrified, unable to believe his eyes, and even slowed down the speed at which he swung the blade whip again.

Van En then took out the sacrificial dagger and stabbed himself in the right arm.

click!

puff!

Although Vann was covered in insect armor, he stabbed himself with the sacrificial ritual dagger, and the insect armor did not stop him, allowing the dagger to pierce his flesh.

[Using the Sacrificial Ritual Dagger, you consumed 20 health points and gained 60 mana.]

"Hehehe!" Vann, covered in horned beetle armor, chuckled, feeling the abundant mana in his body. He picked up the meat saw and bloodshot shotgun and launched a reckless charge at the prop master.

Thanks to the special blood essence of that alien minotaur beast, Van En's health points have been restored to 170, and his injuries have been completely healed.

The accumulation of berserk and beast-like power granted him various temporary attributes, pushing his condition to its peak.

The only cost was that he accumulated 2 more points of beast transformation, bringing his beast transformation value to 18.74.

At this moment, Van En felt his teeth were itching terribly, and his body felt like a dry sponge, wanting to absorb more blood.

Fan En felt his thinking was becoming increasingly strange, and his brain was itchy, as if something was about to grow out.

In the deep blue vision before him, everything around him seemed to be composed of twisted chunks of flesh and bones, while the prop master was a large, moving tree of flesh and blood emitting blue light.

The temporary attribute boost made Vann's acceleration even faster, and his "beast" side was fully revealed.

Like a mindless beast, Vann's charge was like that of a starving hyena.

The prop master's eyes showed a look of horror.

Because his eyes were black and his appearance resembled that of a horned worm monster, Vann ignored his blade whip and charged towards him at high speed.

Even though Vann's horned beetle armor was shattered into pieces by his whip, and he suffered abrasions and minor fractures again.

But Van En neither slowed down nor dodged, like a terrifying beast that had gone mad.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! How could this happen! He's just a novice hunter, how could he have driven me to this point!"

Overwhelmed by shock and fear, the prop master finally panicked due to the series of blows.

He seemed to have forgotten his injury to his lower back, focusing 80% of his strength on the whip, wanting to seize the time to kill Fan En.

5 meters...3 meters...2 meters...

With all his might, the prop master had already shattered more than half of Van's horned beetle armor, and even broke five of Van's ribs.

But Van En remained unfazed, already raising his blood-stained meat saw and blood-infused shotgun, and charged towards him.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Van En's finger seemed to cramp as he pulled the trigger, firing the remaining three blood-based bullets from his blood-based shotgun.

At the same time, he raised the meat saw and smashed it into the prop master's shoulder.

Seeing the attack so close and unavoidable, the prop master desperately channeled all his magic power into his protective blue star.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The three blood-based bullets were blocked by the hard protective star, seemingly without any damage.

"But... pfft!"

The prop master's face had just begun to lighten with a smile when a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

Blood was flowing freely from his lower back.

The previously suppressed power of the blood bullets, like red fire ants, began to tear at his bones and flesh.

Snapped!

The sudden injury caused the prop master to lose his exquisite control over the Star Arcane Arts. His magic went out of control, and the protective Star Shield shattered like glass.

"roar!"

Van En let out a beastly roar, his saw-like cleaver scraping against the shattered protective starlight as it slashed into the prop master's body.

The next second, his right hand reflexively began to cut up and down.

In just a second, the sharp butcher's knife severed the prop master's left arm.

"Ah! Ahh!"

The prop master roared, staring at his arm lying on the ground, his eyes flashing with an eerie black light.

Meanwhile, Van En had already swung the meat saw horizontally and slashed it into the prop master's neck.

"Hehe! Cut it off! Cut off your head!"

Van En let out a low, eerie cry, his arm moving back, ready to sever the prop master's neck.

But at that moment, the prop master, knowing he was doomed, let out a strange laugh and entered the mutation process of the Blood God's evil disciple.

His body began to melt like a candle, and black and red ribbons flew out of his wounds, pinching his melting flesh and blood towards a strange tree of flesh and blood, and sticking it to Vane's body, as if trying to fuse the two of them together.

Van En, who had gone into a frenzy, stopped cutting his own throat abruptly and stared intently at the prop master's chest.

In his sight, there was a "delicacy" that was glowing red and shaped like braised beef, emitting a wonderful aroma that he couldn't resist.

Drooling dripped from the corner of Van En's mouth. He pulled his left arm back, his hand forming a claw, and plunged the sharp black beast claw into the prop master's chest.

puff!

The sticky flesh and blood did not stop Fan En; he pulled out a trembling, bright red "braised beef" from the prop master's chest.

click!

Fan En opened his mouth, took a bite of the braised beef, chewed it twice, and swallowed it.

A happy expression appeared on his face:

"Braised beef, so delicious!"