56: Two strokes to the finish line (Seeking 10,000 daily votes for monthly tickets)

Initially, Locke Galahad did not want to bother with him, but when the other's filthy language touched upon Serena, his gaze instantly turned cold.

The aura around his entire body instantly shifted from a state of calm indifference to that of a domineering lion.

His eyes immediately became like sharp blades, scraping fiercely against Kraven: "Kraven, today... even if God himself came, he could not save you."

The charging Kraven could not help but be startled by his gaze, which was sharper than an eagle's, but at this moment, filled with immense power, the word "fear" simply did not exist in his heart.

Hatred and jealousy toward Locke Galahad had long since clouded his mind.

Therefore, he did not take Locke Galahad's threat seriously and continued to charge fiercely toward him.

In truth, less than two seconds had passed.

He had covered the distance of tens of meters in the blink of an eye; from the perspective of an ordinary person, this speed was nothing short of formidable.

This speed of Kraven's was top-tier even among Vampires and werewolves.

There were probably no more than three people who could surpass him now.

Besides him, at most Victor, Marcus, and the werewolf progenitor William might be stronger than the strength Kraven was displaying.

And even then, Victor's strength was questionable.

Locke Galahad did not believe the other party could beat the current Kraven without utilizing that mysterious creature.

However, this was all within his expectations.

At this moment, in his eyes, there was no difference between Kraven and a dead man.

Kraven's hands had sprouted long, sharp claws, which glinted with a cold light under the moonlight.

He struck toward Locke Galahad's chest with peerless speed.

With the force of his charge combined with the swing of his arms, a gust of wind instantly enveloped Locke Galahad.

Seeing his attack about to land on Locke Galahad's chest, Kraven wore a triumphant smile: "Kid, I will make you suffer so much that you will regret coming into this world, hehehe."

However, Locke Galahad remained unfazed.

Just as Kraven's claws were only a centimeter from his chest, as if they were about to pierce his body in the next second, his hand moved.

At this critical moment, the power that had long been accumulating in his body erupted instantly.

In that instant, the aura emanating from him immediately caused Kraven, who thought he had already secured victory, to change his expression.

That original smile froze instantly, and he could no longer laugh.

That sense of oppression from a higher-ranked existence toward a lower-ranked one was something he had already experienced from the person behind the scenes.

Therefore, a bad premonition immediately welled up in his heart: "Impossible, impossible, he... how could a small fry like him have such an oppressive aura? How could he do it!"

No one could give him an answer, and Locke Galahad would not answer him either.

At this moment, Kraven could not retreat even if he wanted to.

And Locke Galahad, standing before him, was wielding a silver dagger that had appeared in his hand from who knows where, moving it up and down.

The speed was incredibly fast; Kraven realized he could not see Locke Galahad's moves at all.

In almost a split second, Locke Galahad traced several beautiful silver lines in the air before him.

As he sheathed his blade, a sharp piercing sound exploded in the empty room.

The blade light was unbridled.

The next moment, several blood flowers bloomed violently in the air.

Following closely, Serena, who was watching the battlefield intently, saw ten clawed fingers fall to the ground with a "clatter," like scattered flowers.

They no longer possessed their previous might.

They were Kraven's fingers.

Seeing the ferocious Kraven suffer a setback at Locke Galahad's hands, Serena's tense heart relaxed slightly.

Her gaze toward Locke Galahad shifted from worry to growing admiration.

But it was not over yet.

After severing Kraven's fingers, Locke Galahad proceeded to slash with his blade toward that filthy mouth.

He did not want much; just death.

A biting cold light flashed suddenly.

The silver blade sliced through the air, heading straight for Kraven's mouth.

Kraven did not even have time to react to his hand injury before he was scared out of his wits by this unstoppable strike.

He hurriedly raised his bare palms in front of his face, attempting to block Locke Galahad's attack.

Having witnessed Locke Galahad's methods, even if he was unwilling to believe it, he knew that Locke Galahad had already stepped into the transcendent realm he had dreamed of, successfully embarking on the path of sequences.

"How could he become a transcendent! How could he do it? This is something I have not achieved despite plotting for half a lifetime!"

In his eyes, besides terror, there was only despair left.

Locke Galahad had stepped into the realm he had not entered after hundreds of years at the age of twenty-something; this fact alone was enough to make him despair.

"It is simply futile."

Locke Galahad looked at his raised hands and just sneered slightly, increasing the force in his hand.

The next moment, the pair of palms in front of the silver dagger were sliced in half like tofu.

The cut was flat and smooth, with the white bone, blue veins, and flesh texture clearly visible inside.

"No..." Kraven watched the blade rapidly enlarging in his eyes, unable to help but roar in terror.

Seeing that Locke Galahad would not stop, he immediately offered conditions: "Don't kill me. If you spare me, I am willing to offer the secret codex with both hands, and tell you everything about the secret society..."

"I am not interested in these things." Locke Galahad replied calmly, his hand not stopping its swinging motion.

Finally, the silver dagger, in Kraven's terrified eyes, slashed straight into his mouth.

This strike went from his mouth corner directly to his ear root, missing only by a fraction from completely splitting his head in two, causing his jaw and upper jaw to be completely separated.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm..."

Having suffered such a heavy injury, Kraven, relying on his half-step transcendent ability, had not actually died yet.

He stared at him with wide eyes, making "mm-mm-mm" sounds.

Locke Galahad guessed from his eyes that the other was begging for mercy, but he did not pay any attention.

Instead, he drove the dagger straight into the other's mouth and slashed downward fiercely, directly gouging out that annoying tongue and jaw from the other's face, also slicing through his throat in one stroke.

After this strike, Kraven could no longer make a sound, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

Finally, he fell straight to the ground, and the image of Locke Galahad calmly holding the blade became the last thing he saw before dying.

Throughout his whole body, only the blood gushing from his throat was still making a "gurgling" sound like flowing water.

"This noisy guy is finally quiet."

After killing Kraven, Locke Galahad acted as if nothing had happened.

After the corpse fell, he calmly crouched down, wiped the silver dagger clean on the other's clothes, and then put it away.

Then he began searching the corpse, wanting to see if he could find that complete secret codex to serve as a reference for his own future advancement.

Unfortunately, Kraven seemed very cautious and did not carry that precious secret codex on him.

This made Locke Galahad look at the corpse and shake his head with regret: "You don't even carry such a valuable item with you; you really don't know how to be cautious..."

Honestly speaking, he was quite interested in the secret codex.

Although he had no interest in incomplete ones, Locke Galahad was very willing to take a look at a complete one.

On the other side, seeing Kraven's corpse crash to the ground, Serena, who was hiding in the corner watching, immediately rushed out and hugged him.

"Are... are you alright?"