The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Scars are a man's medals.

but……

Too many scars are not aesthetically pleasing and are also difficult to explain.

and so!

Warm-up complete.

Locke glanced at the wound on his chest, moved his limbs again, and looked up at Deacon: "The battles of the extraordinary are indeed quite different from those of ordinary people. I've learned my lesson."

Upon hearing this, Dickon's twisted face revealed a ferocious smile.

"Begging for mercy?"

"No."

Locke stretched his neck and gave Deacon a bright smile: "Now it's your turn to die."

While Dickon was fighting Blade, he was outside and had already learned Dickon's fighting techniques by watching remotely.

But that was just learning; it wasn't put into practice.

However, he has already put it into practice. I wouldn't dare to make any grand claims, but at least he has mastered 80% of the extraordinary combat skills.

As for the remaining 20%, that's just a matter of time and effort.

Furthermore, his current extraordinary combat power, demonstrated in his recent battle with Deacon, has given him a clear understanding of his own capabilities.

In a word.

He is stronger than Deacon, an A-class vampire who has lived for a hundred years.

Yes.

Although Dickon had been dominating him, he felt that if he didn't hone his extraordinary combat skills and instead went all out, Dickon really couldn't beat him.

After all, he has cheat codes.

Dickon is right. Among vampires of the same rank, the longer a vampire lives, the more powerful they tend to be.

Because vampires rely on blood for their power.

The more blood you drink, the stronger you become.

Unfortunately, Locke has a cheat code.

Unlike other lower-ranking vampires, he doesn't need to rely on the Embrace of higher-ranking vampires to level up.

Locke only needs to have some extraordinary points.

As long as he has enough extraordinary points, he can level up indefinitely.

and……

After upgrading, he immediately stood at the peak of that new level.

This is something he discovered during his fight with Deacon.

Simply put.

Deacon has indeed lived for nearly a hundred years, but what does that mean? He hasn't even reached the ceiling of A-level vampire combat power yet.

But after Locke upgraded, he immediately became the ceiling of A-level vampire combat power.

and so!

He had already gotten what he wanted in the battle with Dickon, so Dickon was no longer needed and could die.

"Hehehe!"

Dickon's expression was strange, and he opened his mouth to laugh, but Locke interrupted him immediately.

"Stop laughing, save your laughter and get on your way across the River Styx."

"wrong."

"You will be annihilated and unable to go to hell."

"..."

Dickon stopped laughing, his twisted face now covered in frost as he stared at Locke expressionlessly.

next second.

Dickon attacks.

Locke raised his right hand without blinking.

"Bang!"

"What?"

Dickon thrust his fist directly into Locke's right palm, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Locke, who stood motionless in front of him.

Locke's lips curled up, and he gripped Dickon's fist with his right hand, clenching it tightly.

click!

Boom!

The fist that Locke was holding shattered instantly.

"what!"

Dickon felt a burning pain in his heart and let out a scream. Instinctively, he swung his right leg at Locke.

Locke struck out with his right foot in an instant.

boom!

Dickon's right foot bone shattered.

next second.

Locke shifted slightly, and the moment he released his right hand, he delivered a powerful kick with his right leg to Dickon, who seemed to be kneeling in front of him.

Dickon was sent flying backwards in an instant, and with a loud bang, just like Locke before him, he was slammed into the hangar wall, leaving a human-shaped dent that was almost enough to penetrate it.

Boom!

When Dickon landed again, he struggled to get up from the ground like a dead dog.

"Da, da, da."

Locke's leather shoes touched the hangar floor, one hand in his pocket, and he slowly walked towards Deacon with a blank expression.

Just as he just said.

He is better than Deacon.

"Ah!" Dickon, who had been curled up in a ball, roared as he struggled to his feet. He looked at Locke approaching, his bloodshot eyes now filled with terror: "This is impossible."

Locke smiled as he looked at Dickon, whose face had been half-grown by Locke's powerful kick: "What do you mean, impossible?"

He had already heard the Sentinel Special Service's alarm.

However, there is still some distance to go.

Dickon stumbled and leaned against the wall, staring at Locke with a terrified expression. His voice was as hoarse as a raven's, filled with three parts shock, three parts disbelief, three parts fear, and one part disbelief.

"That's impossible, you've only been transformed for a short time."

"That's impossible."

"Heh heh heh, that's impossible!"

Dickon's sunken lips parted in a grotesque grin.

obviously.

He found it hard to accept the fact that he, a vampire who had lived for nearly a hundred years, was completely powerless against a vampire who hadn't even been a vampire for a year.

Unfortunately, he didn't seem to realize what he was doing while he was complaining about how those thirteen pureblood vampires had been corrupted by the drunken, frivolous modern life.

Is he improving his skills?

No.

He devoted all his time to plotting to acquire thirteen pureblood vampires and figuring out how to cleverly advance his level.

Actually, Dickon is not as good as the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders.

Even if those thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders wasted their time, they certainly enjoyed fine wine, beautiful women, and all sorts of delicious food.

What about Dickon?

He spent all his time scheming and plotting.

"Tsk."

"Is this insane?"

Locke calmly looked at Dickon, who was leaning against the wall and yelling, his eyes flickering.

Just then.

"Go to hell!"

"Go to hell."

As Dickon, who was screaming, saw the fleeting look in Locke's eyes, roared and shouted, opening his mouth, the sharp sound about to whistle out at Locke who was so close at hand.

but……

"puff!"

"Thump."

"..."

Dickon kept his mouth open, listening to what sounded like something hitting the ground, and looked in the direction of the sound.

into the eye.

Locke held a silver sword and looked at him with a smile.

On the ground, a hand lay quietly, crushed.

"This is……"

"mine?"

Dickon thought to himself, then his gaze fell to his right, where blood was spurting from his shoulder where his right arm had been lost.

But he did not feel any pain from the wound.

But at that moment, he felt a pain that seemed to come from his very soul, as if he would turn to ashes in the next second.

"That's impossible, I have the Sun Ring, I'm not afraid of purple..."

"Wait a moment."

Deacon's eyes narrowed, and with a whoosh, he looked outside the hangar at the five ultraviolet searchlights.

next second.

He looked at Locke, who had a slight smile on his face, and went completely mad.

Locke looked at Dickon, who was already smoking, with a smile on his face.

"You've fallen before I've even put in any effort."

"..."