Needy had seen Blade before, so she didn't react much to his appearance on the battlefield.
The other members of X Squad had more or less heard of Blade's deeds and knew of his existence.
After John scrutinizingly watched the bizarrely behaving Blade for a few moments, he also shifted his gaze.
"Is that Agent E? He looks so cool!" Only Wesley, still hidden in the corner and responsible for support, exclaimed.
Blade, with his muscular physique, now unconsciously exuded an aura that warned people to keep their distance, looking like an unyielding tough guy.
He was indeed very cool.
"Alright, our mission isn't over yet," Cross, standing by, patted his son's back, telling him to refocus.
As for Cross himself, this former ace of a killer organization immediately saw that Blade was full of killing intent and was not someone suitable for contact.
At least, that was the case for ordinary people.
On the other side, Blade also had no intention of interacting with the X Squad members; he only wanted to find Deacon and kill him.
Yes, Eric had now attributed the revenge for his mother's death entirely to the Vampire leader.
His logic was simple: he believed that his mother's transformation into a Vampire was ultimately caused by Deacon.
On the other side, even though Mike didn't exert much effort in the pursuit, the Vampire leader had actively regenerated twice to escape his capture.
This meant that the remaining vital blood in Deacon's body was probably only enough for him to revive two or three more times.
'This... let's wait and see. If not, I'll just destroy it directly...'
Trying to capture Deacon without harming his life, and also ensuring that he wouldn't commit suicide after being captured, was also very difficult for Mike.
Clearly, during this process, he had gradually lost his patience.
It was at this moment that Blade suddenly appeared, blocking the Vampire leader's escape route.
Looking at the panicked and disheveled expression on the Vampire leader's face, Blade's eyes behind his sunglasses flickered. Then, following Deacon's direction, he saw Mike leisurely following behind him.
To make the Vampire leader so afraid, Blade couldn't help but feel some curiosity about the strength of the MIB agent who had previously sought him out.
However, now was not the time to think about such things; Eric's eyes were already red with hatred upon seeing his enemy.
"Deacon, I told you, your time is up!"
Putting aside distracting thoughts, Blade drew his silver-plated longsword and angrily charged towards the Vampire leader.
However, the Vampire leader, fleeing in a panic, had no time to wonder how Blade, who had been drained of blood, was still alive.
Now he only wanted to escape the 'demon's' pursuit.
"Pfft—"
Under the flashing sword light, the Vampire leader lost an arm, then brushed past Blade without hesitation.
This was too easy; Blade, who had succeeded with one strike, hadn't expected it.
He even had the energy to notice that Mike, who followed behind, had slowed his pace, with a look of amusement on his face.
Blade's feeling was correct; Mike indeed intended to watch the show.
From a practical standpoint, with Blade's current strength, to completely kill the Vampire leader, he would have to use the antidote.
This did not conflict with Mike's intentions.
So, if Blade had the ability, he didn't mind letting the other party deal with the Vampire leader.
"Don't run—!"
Blade didn't know Mike's thoughts; at this moment, most of his attention was still on Deacon.
Seeing the Vampire leader only focused on escaping, Blade immediately chased after him.
Thus, the scene of two people chasing turned into a three-person pursuit.
Of course, Mike had actually become the one watching the show from behind.
The Vampire leader, who had initially only focused on escaping, seemed to gradually realize this situation.
He found that when Blade entangled him and slowed his escape, the 'devil' chasing behind him also slowed down.
This discovery made Deacon somewhat 'surprised.'
So, he tried to stop and exchanged a blow with Blade. The unprepared Blade was hit, clutching his chest and stumbling back two steps.
Looking at Mike, he indeed stopped to watch the show.
Although he didn't know the reason for this, the Vampire leader, having confirmed his thoughts, immediately regained some of his spirit.
"Blade, you were lucky to get your life back, and you still dare to come find me—!" Deacon looked at Blade with disdain.
Although he looked disheveled now, the Vampire leader's authority was not something any Tom, Dick, or Harry could offend.
"You finally stopped running, then come and die!" Blade didn't know the Vampire leader's thoughts, but the other party's willingness to stop and fight was exactly what he wanted.
His own experiences, coupled with the revenge for his mother, made Eric now like a furnace about to explode, desperately needing to vent.
"You think you can kill me?"
Looking at the charging Blade, Deacon mobilized the blood in his body, instantly restoring his previously severed arm as good as new, then counterattacked Eric's longsword.
Facts proved that even though the Vampire leader had expended a great deal of energy previously, being a Count-level entity, he could still easily overpower Blade, who was only a Viscount-level fighter.
Before long, Blade was kicked away by his opponent, his longsword flying, and he himself was sent flying. Lying on the ground, his sunglasses were shattered into pieces, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
He looked utterly miserable, far more disheveled than Deacon had been earlier.
And the price the Vampire leader paid was only a few minor sword cuts on his body.
At this moment, under the blood's regenerative ability, not even a scar remained.
However, the victorious Vampire leader did not press his advantage while Blade was weak, but instead quietly glanced at Mike, who was still watching the show from behind.
He wasn't sure if the 'devil' would chase him again after he dealt with Blade.
"Again!"
Soon, Blade, having recovered some strength, crawled up from the ground and charged at the Vampire leader again, as if courting death.
One Vampire, one half-Vampire, fought once more.
And with Deacon intentionally stalling for time, and Eric unable to deal with his opponent, the two actually fought back and forth.
The time continued until the X Squad members had cleaned up the battlefield and came to Mike's side to watch the show with him.
"The abilities of Vampires are indeed terrifying. Without targeted weapons, no matter how many ordinary people come, they probably won't be their match..."
Cross looked at the intense battle scene before him and gave his assessment; the 'ordinary people' in his words naturally included himself.
It was clear that this former top assassin of a killer organization was quite aware of the danger.
Beside him, John and Needy silently watched the show with expressionless faces.
As for Wesley, he was currently watching with excitement and boiling blood, wishing he could join the battle himself.
But his rationality told him that going up would result in a terrible death!
...
And Blade, who was struggling in battle, had also realized that he was no match for Deacon; the other party seemed to be toying with him like a cat playing with a mouse.
But the hatred in his heart prevented him from retreating.
So, Blade was also waiting for an opportunity; hidden under his clothes was the belt filled with anticoagulant vials.
"To tell you the truth, if it weren't for that person, I would have killed you long ago..." The Vampire leader grabbed Blade by the neck, lifting him to his face.
While speaking, he also kept part of his attention on Mike, who was not far away, as a precaution.
The feeling of one's life being constantly threatened was not good.
It was this feeling of frustration that made the Vampire leader's heart grow more and more annoyed.
"You all deserve to die!"
The Vampire leader ferociously struck Blade's face as if venting; just as he said, if he weren't wary of Mike, he would have crushed this ant in his hand long ago.
At the same time, below, where the Vampire leader didn't notice, the already dying Blade endured the immense pain in his face and reached for the anticoagulant hidden at his waist with both hands.
"Go to hell!"
Blade, who had been unilaterally beaten, suddenly squeezed out a fierce smile on his bloody face, then, holding an anticoagulant test tube with both hands, forcefully plunged it into the Vampire leader's neck.
"Damn it..."
Deacon also didn't expect that with a moment of inattention, Blade, whom he regarded as an ant, would succeed in a sneak attack.
The anticoagulant test tube plunged into his body like a red-hot branding iron melting solid ice.
The Vampire leader's face twisted in pain; after throwing off Blade, whom he was holding, he quickly pulled out the test tube from his neck.
But it was clearly too late; the test tube was empty, and the medicine had already been successfully injected into the Vampire leader's body.
Before long, the pain of cells being destroyed from the inside out made Deacon tear at his flesh regardless of anything else.