Chapter 63: Quick, Beg for Mercy, Scream, Uphold Your Nobility and Elegance

Words : 1358 Updated : Sep 12th, 2025

..... Law, Body, Speed. They represent spellcraft, physical body, and agility—pick whichever you want. Just fight directly, no need for all those fancy routines. If it’s about magic artifacts, Lu Ding really doesn’t have any, but he figures his body itself can be used as one. Looking at the shattered remains of Count Federer scattered all over the ground. Lu Ding just stared at them. One second... two seconds... three seconds... “F**k! Damn Eastern Cultivator of Qi, why aren’t you leaving? Didn’t you already kill me?!” Count Federer wasn’t dead. He wasn’t that easy to kill. After all, he was a vampire—having a powerful life force was only natural. Back when he traveled to Zhenla, Annam, and Zhupo, it was precisely this ability that let him deceive opponents and escape countless life-or-death situations. Originally, he wasn’t too afraid of Lu Ding, this Eastern Cultivator of Qi. But this man was too confident, too decisive with his attacks. And this wasn’t his country. If things escalated, he’d be the one suffering in the end. So— He decided to go along with the act and fake his death to fool Lu Ding. After all, under normal circumstances, something shattered into this state shouldn’t still be alive, right? Yet today, his ever-reliable trick failed. Lu Ding never judged a monster’s life or death by sight or gut feeling. He hadn’t even received his reward yet—who the hell was this pile of flesh trying to fool?! Seeing that he couldn’t keep up the act, Federer cursed in his heart before the scattered pieces of his flesh rapidly reformed into a human shape. “You can tell me—how did you know I wasn’t dead? As a reward, you may choose a gentler way to die.” At first, Lu Ding could understand him. But as Federer kept talking, his words became more and more confusing. Was this still Han language? Lu Ding waved two fingers, gesturing as if calling a dog, “Come here, and I’ll tell you.” “Hahahahaha! Eastern Cultivator of Qi, you’re really—” Buzz... A visible soundwave erupted from Lu Ding, spreading outward and piercing straight into the vampire’s heart. Drums of Heart-Shaking Thunder!!! When the soundwave’s frequency perfectly overlapped with the vampire’s heartbeat— Boom! A massive hole burst open in Count Federer’s chest. Blood gushed out as the vampire staggered backward. “You ambushed me again!!!!!!” His sharp fangs extended—this time, he was truly enraged. “Idiot. Do you think I came here to play games with you? If you like talking so much, keep going—I’m curious how many times I’ll have to kill you before you stay dead.” He lifted his hand, and another Slash Attack tore through the air like a raging storm. The vampire flickered in and out of sight, dodging the attacks. “I see! I see now! The great Count Federer understands! Your physical body is indeed strong, but compared to your mastery of spellcraft, it is weaker! That’s why you’ve been using spells to kill the noble Count Federer!!!!!” “So in comparison, your physical body is your weak point!!!” Federer was convinced he had found a weakness! Yes—this had to be the truth!!! The man before him had a powerful physique, but his spellcraft must be even stronger. Otherwise, why would he use spells instead of direct physical attacks? Wouldn’t that be putting the cart before the horse? Hard as it was to accept, Count Federer had to admit—the spellcraft of this Eastern Cultivator of Qi was terrifying, both in power and casting speed. Something he simply couldn’t match. But in terms of physical combat—he was a vampire! A noble of the night! There was no way he could be weaker than a lowly human! Suddenly, the dimly lit room was bathed in a crimson glow. The vampire flitted around the space, maneuvering nimbly before launching himself at Lu Ding—his wings spreading wide behind him. His expression twisted with malice. “In the noble name of Count Federer, I grant you death!!!!!!” His palm slashed down like a blade, carrying a blood-red glow straight for Lu Ding’s neck. This move—he had executed it countless times, claiming the heads of many. Just like his previous act of playing dead, it was an unfailing technique! Smack! A crisp sound echoed—his wrist was caught, effortlessly held in place. Lu Ding raised his head, the disdain in his gaze searing itself into Federer’s mind. “I am proficient in spellcraft, but I never once said my physical body was weaker than my spells. And what makes you think I was using my full strength when I hit you with magic? Was it because I killed you instantly—twice?” Lu Ding shook his head slightly. “It’s just that you were the first vampire I’ve ever seen, and I was curious. More importantly—” His grip tightened. “I wanted to torture you, you worthless piece of trash.” Rip!!!!!! With sheer brute force, Lu Ding tore off one of Count Federer’s arms. Agonizing pain wracked his body. Then—Lu Ding grabbed him and slammed him into the ground. The solid floor beneath him cracked apart, inch by inch. As his mind reeled from the pain, Federer’s thoughts echoed with Lu Ding’s words. “More importantly, I wanted to torture you, you worthless piece of trash...” Torture... Being hacked to pieces, reduced to mere flesh—it was physical torment. Having his heart shattered within his chest—it was torment. But none of it compared to the humiliation of having his pride trampled. The ‘noble’ Count Federer felt like a joke. All his logical deductions, his self-confidence—all shattered beyond repair. Until Lu Ding’s voice rang out once more. “Now, in my capacity as a Patrol Investigator of Bao Fan District and Intern Investigator of the 749 Bureau, I sentence you to death!” The same words Federer had arrogantly declared earlier— But now spoken by Lu Ding. And that made it even more humiliating. Just moments ago, he had pompously declared himself the judge. Now— The roles had reversed. The judge and the condemned had switched places. What a cruel irony. “I won’t die! You can’t kill me!!! I am the noble Count Federer!!!!!!” Boom!!! Boom boom boom boom!!!! Federer’s body was swung around by Lu Ding, his foot firmly gripped as he was repeatedly slammed against the ground. The overwhelming force left him completely powerless to break free. In the end, he was even hurled straight into the ceiling. Lu Ding shot up after him. His fists rained down like a relentless barrage of cannon fire, pounding into Federer’s body. Bones shattered. Organs shifted out of place. The rampant Spiritual Energy surged through each strike, invading his body and tearing apart something even deeper— His soul! Under the unbearable pressure, Federer’s soul let out a tortured wail. The agony made him scream. The agony filled him with rage. The agony made him struggle. Yet the agony also made him wake up! He could feel the ceiling behind him had already collapsed, dirt spilling down in an endless cascade. A sudden thought struck him—this was the first basement level. Outside, it was already broad daylight, and the sun was shining down… “No!! No!!! You can’t do this!!! You can’t do this!!! I killed people!! I committed evil!!! I should receive proper punishment!! I should be judged by the 749 Bureau!!!” “Hahahahahaha! The noble Count Federer—hurry! Scream! Beg for mercy! Cry out in pain! Compose the final chapter of your miserable life!!” Lu Ding laughed wildly, completely deaf to Federer’s pleas. Noble? Noble my a**! Thousands of years of civilization passed down, and if you walked down the street and asked anyone their surname, trace it back far enough in history—how many of them weren’t descended from kings, dukes, or ministers? Noble? The living corpse he had taken down a few days ago—that was a real noble. A general. Federer screamed from the pain and cursed in fury, terrified of the sunlight that awaited him. “Madman! You lunatic!!!” “Yes! Yes! That’s it!! Play the symphony of your own death countdown! Uphold your so-called nobility and elegance to the very end!! Hahahahahaha…!!!”

Chapter 63: Quick, Beg for Mercy, Scream, Uphold Your Nobility and Elegance

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