Kole's hands, bulging with veins, revealed a pair of vampire-like steel claws with a clang.
A bloody mist swirled over the claws, as if some kind of martial skill was being used.
Leonard Churchill watched the cold light on the claws and slightly raised his eyebrows; his body hadn't fully recovered, and he dared not clash with them head-on.
After all, this was like the plague—if contaminated, the problem would be significant.
With a fleeting thought, Leonard turned his fist into a palm, not directly colliding with the hard claws, but rather swiftly drawing an arc in the air, avoiding the claws.
Then, like a python coiling around its prey, he swiftly clung to the vampire's arm and pushed forward with force.
The moment he gained control, his soft palm suddenly exerted strength, and a powerful wave of Gang Air blasted out from his palm, striking the vampire's chest.
"Bang!"
