Chapter 2835: Selection “Arkley.” Arkley cupped his fists toward Fang Heng, his heart surging with intense battle will. A formidable opponent! Fang Heng’s movements just now had been so fast that even he couldn’t fully capture them! So from the very beginning, he had no intention of testing the waters. He directly went all out, entering the vampire secret technique “Burning Blood” state at full power. Fang Heng looked at Arkley, his eyes showing a hint of interest. The lifeblood fluctuations were quite impressive. But the control was too weak. Could he be… A vampire player? Some time ago, to maintain the stability of the clan, and since Fang Heng also needed a large number of high-tier vampire members to help in the Death Realm war against Disaster and assist in transporting materials, he had ordered the Princes of the vampires to grant a portion of the clan members high-tier dimensional energy. Among these clansmen, there were a few players who had undergone a rigorous selection process. Loyalty was the most important criterion for evaluation, followed by the willingness to voluntarily accept the vampire spell bestowed by the Prince and swear absolute allegiance. Even so, for safety reasons, these players were not allowed to participate in high-level missions in the Death Realm. Fang Heng had glanced briefly at the list back then. Right… there seemed to be a name “Arkley” on it… At this moment, affected by the lifeblood fluctuations released by Arkley, the surrounding players all showed solemn expressions and retreated to the outer edge of the battle circle. Arkley hadn’t even made a move yet, but just the lifeblood fluctuations he emitted were enough to make people tremble. A few days ago, Arkley had led his vampire squad of over ten members into a swarm of mutant worms. Relying on his formidable physical strength and the vampire’s rapid regeneration, he forcibly broke through the encirclement. That battle made him a legend! The players held their breath, intently watching Arkley’s every move. The lifeblood energy spreading from Arkley grew stronger, even making the air reek of blood. Even Zaka and the others standing beside Fang Heng could sense it. Zaka carefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva and whispered, “I’ve seen Arkley’s records. His strength is already formidable, and he’s also a high-tier vampire member. With his terrifying bloodline abilities, his power is immense.” “Mr. Fang is the World Lord of the Vampire Apocalypse,” Zate said doubtfully. “I suppose his bloodline level shouldn’t be low either, right? Of course, it’s also possible that he conquered the vampire world using other powers.” “It wouldn’t be.” Su Guantong shook her head and said, “Fang Heng possessed multiple bloodline abilities. His vampire bloodline was particularly strong. Do you remember the moves we saw in the desert before? That was a special technique of the vampires.” “Well, that’s it then. He’s doomed.” Zaka looked at Arkley with a gaze filled with sympathy and had already begun silently mourning for him. That kid was ridiculously unlucky. He had managed to offend the ancestor of the vampires. If he wasn’t doomed, then who would be? “Pa!” Arkley stomped forcefully on the ground, creating a shallow pit as his body shot toward Fang Heng at high speed! “Pa!” What?! Arkley’s pupils suddenly shrank. His punch was effortlessly caught by Fang Heng’s right hand. “Looking down on me?!” Arkley shouted, his right arm’s muscles swelling explosively once more! But it was still useless! Arkley was shocked to find that no matter how much strength he exerted, his right hand remained trapped as if clamped down by an iron grip, completely immovable! His lifeblood ripples had already been pushed to their limit, yet his opponent stood like an immovable mountain! Arkley looked at Fang Heng, his eyes filled with fear. What kind of terrifying strength was this?! Even when facing a Duke of the Vampires, he had never felt this level of suppression. Under the forceful surge of his lifeblood power, tiny droplets of blood began to emerge faintly under his skin. Yet, it was completely ineffective. His fist was still firmly held in place by a single hand! Arkley stared at Fang Heng, his eyes bloodshot. “Try this move then!” The blood seeping from Arkley’s body formed small blood beads, gradually levitating in mid-air. Gritting his teeth, Arkley squeezed out two words, “Blood explosion!” “Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!!!” The levitating blood beads instantly shot toward Fang Heng. Seeing this, Fang Heng’s lips curled into a mocking smile, “Heh, quite a mix of techniques you’ve learned.” What? Arkley’s face was once again filled with disbelief. Fang Heng had not attempted to resist or defend, yet the blood beads, which were formed from his blood essence, simply dissipated into the air as they neared Fang Heng. The blood explosion ability had completely failed! Fang Heng fixed his gaze on Arkley, a trace of crimson flashing in his eyes. Arkley noticed the change in Fang Heng’s eyes, his expression shifting dramatically. A vampire! His opponent was also a vampire! And judging from the brief exchange, his strength was far superior. Among the younger generation of vampires, Arkley was sure he had never seen this person before. Was he a Duke of the vampires? Or perhaps a Prince? As Arkley was caught in uncertainty, he suddenly felt the force restraining his hand loosen. Just as he was about to react, he noticed something horrifying—his blood flow was gradually slowing down! What?! Arkley was utterly shocked! Blood manipulation! But instead of acceleration, it was slowing down! He had never heard of such an ability before! And it was affecting him? This had to be at least Duke-level power. Arkley stood frozen, struggling to stabilize his body. But it was futile. The burning heat in his skin gradually faded, and as his blood circulation slowed, his strength began to drain away. A chilling sensation crept over him. Arkley stared at the man before him in terror. Fang Heng was merely showing off his abilities! With such overwhelming power, taking his life would be effortless! Who was he? Mr. Fang… The surname was Fang. Could it be… A sudden realization struck Arkley, and everything suddenly made sense. “Pa!” Arkley dropped to his knees, immediately surrendering. Bowing his head, he spoke in a low voice, “This subordinate was blind and failed to recognize the Ancestor… Please punish me as you see fit.” The onlookers couldn’t hear what Arkley said, but they were all equally shocked. The battle hadn’t been nearly as intense as they had imagined. From their perspective, Arkley had thrown a punch that was caught by Fang Heng. After a brief standoff, Arkley had suddenly knelt down and surrendered? What did this mean? Even if he lost, there was no need to kneel and submit, right? Who exactly was this guy? “Get up.” Arkley felt his blood circulation return to normal, regaining control over his body. He was relieved beyond measure and quickly stood up, lowering his head respectfully, not daring to meet Fang Heng’s gaze. “You’re just in time. There’s something I need you to do.” Arkley’s heart trembled. He immediately clasped his fists and said, “I will obey the Ancestor’s orders.” “What did you just call me?” “Ah?” Arkley was startled for a moment, then quickly adjusted himself. “I will follow Mr. Fang’s orders.” “Not bad, you’re quick to learn.” Fang Heng patted Arkley on the shoulder with satisfaction before walking past him. He turned to Wayne and his group, and asked, “Alright, Wayne, I’ve given you the opportunity. What now? Do you still want to try again?”