123: Out of breath and in tears

Not far away, Locke and Serena were both closely monitoring the conversation between the two.

Locke, in particular, felt a sense of doubt in his heart after overhearing their confrontation.

In the original movie, Marcus's patricide had this factor involved?

But why do I feel like Alexander's previous actions were more like he was seeking death... He always felt that Alexander Corvinus was shrouded in suspicion.

A semi-immortal who had lived for countless centuries, when facing his own evil Vampire son whom he knew inside out,

would actually choose to turn his back and remain completely defenseless; how was that any different from seeking death?

He didn't believe the man was unaware of what kind of person Marcus was.

Furthermore, in this massive villa, there wasn't a single living soul besides him.

It was these seemingly insignificant details that made Locke feel very suspicious.

At this moment, he had a faint premonition,

and that was that Alexander might be secretly plotting something.

"Either Alexander is tired of living and wants to die, or I can't think of any other reason."

"Locke, should we take the chance now?" Serena asked again.

Locke pulled back his focus and fixed his eyes on Marcus. At this point, the radical and frenzied Marcus had already bared his fangs.

He clearly intended to drain the blood of Alexander, the immortal, to enhance his own strength.

"Father, just go in peace. After I drink your blood, I'll be able to ruthlessly crush that fellow who slashed me."

Alexander closed his eyes and said nothing, appearing to be in despair.

Marcus didn't care about him, a sneer on his face: "Go in peace. Consider this the final help you, as a father, provide to your son."

With that, he bared a pair of crimson fangs and opened his mouth, preparing to strike his own biological father.

Locke knew the timing was right, and since he also had his eyes on Alexander's blood,

he activated all the skills that could enhance his strength the moment Marcus bared his fangs.

[Bloodthirsty Combat activated]

[Great Muscle Tyrant activated]

[Night Enhancement activated]

[Dead Eye activated]

A layer of moonlight gradually condensed around his body, and his eyes turned red like those of a reaper.

The muscles in his thighs, calves, and arms bulged suddenly, and the world before him seemed to come to a standstill.

Marcus's movement of opening his mouth appeared to be in slow motion in his eyes.

This was precisely the super-powered observation brought by Dead Eye.

After Locke used Dead Eye to lock onto Marcus, he erupted with full force in the next second.

Holding his sword, he kicked off the ground with both legs,

charging toward the murderous Marcus like a truck at full speed, carrying an overwhelming momentum.

A mysterious aura flashed across Locke's silver knightly longsword as he traced a beautiful arc in the air,

slashing toward Marcus's neck.

"Die!"

His timing was perfect.

As long as Marcus wanted to consume Alexander's blood, he would have to take this sword strike today.

The current Locke was no longer the same Locke who had dueled Marcus that day.

He was confident.

As long as Marcus didn't run and chose to condense Extraordinary Factors on his neck for defense,

then this strike would be able to sever his head. After his training, he could now easily attach Extraordinary Factors to the blade.

Though the amount wasn't massive, it was definitely condensed enough to deal with a half-baked fellow like Marcus.

However, upon hearing the sonic boom from Locke's legs kicking the ground,

Marcus whipped his head around.

Meeting those eyes filled with extreme killing intent on a somewhat youthful face, and seeing the blade that posed a massive threat,

he immediately abandoned his attempt to drink the blood.

"Son of a bitch! You damned brat, why are you so persistent!"

Despite the cursing, he only weighed his options for an instant before abandoning Alexander, who was right in front of him, and violently flapped his wings to take off.

He flew up into the sky at extreme speed through the hole he had smashed when falling earlier.

Knowing Locke's prowess, he didn't dare take the risk.

Although he hadn't managed to drink Alexander's blood, he had already obtained the blueprints he wanted.

High in the air, Marcus looked down viciously at Locke, the killing intent in his heart rising steadily.

The hatred in his heart made him unable to resist clenching his fists.

"Endure a little longer, just a little longer!"

"Once I find William and can glimpse that higher stage, I will reclaim all the humiliation I've suffered from this guy, one by one."

Seeing him fly away, Locke naturally diverted his sword strike and slashed into a marble pillar in the villa.

Mainly because he couldn't pull back from this full-force swing.

With a loud boom,

the silver knightly longsword actually pierced right through the incredibly hard marble pillar.

Under the pressure of the massive building, the cut was nonetheless perfectly smooth.

This was enough to show the power of his strike.

Serena, who hadn't even reacted yet, looked at the longsword that had sliced through the marble pillar so smoothly,

and at the footprints Locke had left on the ground from his dash.

Her eyes widened involuntarily.

This was the first time she had seen Locke exert his abilities with such full effort,

and she was extremely surprised.

"Oh my god! It's only been a few days, has Locke's strength improved to such an extent!"

Her eyes were filled with shock and admiration.

After all, the last time she saw Locke go all out was when he dealt with Kraven in the room.

But the current Locke was many times stronger than he was back then.

It was this comparison that made Serena exclaim in wonder.

Alfred, hidden in the darkness, also had his eyes wide open, and the speed of his wing flaps increased, showing his inner excitement.

"Squeak, squeak! My Master is truly my Master. With this strength, even if two more Marcuses came, they probably wouldn't be his match!"

The scene just now made even this bird feel its blood boiling.

They were just bystanders, after all.

As the target of the blade, Marcus, who still wanted to shout some threats from high above,

felt a chill on his neck after seeing that smooth, clean cut through the marble pillar.

He couldn't help but swallow hard, thinking to himself:

"How did this kid's strength improve so fast? No, this won't do. I can't let him continue like this.

I must lure him to the place where William is imprisoned. Once I evolve, I'll turn him to ash immediately."

At this thought, his expression became more determined, and he shouted down at Locke in mockery:

"Damned brat, if you have the guts, keep chasing me. I want to see if you have the ability to deal with me and my brother."

"I'm asking you, do you dare to come?"