A minute later, the armored warrior finally used his trump card.

When he brushed past Luke, he suddenly reached out behind him.

His right arm suddenly extended out to grab Luke's ankle.

He had already discovered that Luke's armor had astonishing defenses.

Instead of attacking the other party's sturdy body, it was better to grab his ankle and hold him in place so that he couldn't slip away.

With the power of the Blood God he had just acquired, he could easily kill the invisible man and give this monster no chance to escape.

Alarm bells rang in Luke's head as he swung his blade to block this strange long-arm attack.

Turning around, his eyes lit up. "Really?"

Could it be that this… was the vampire version of Luffy?! As Luke thought this, he lunged forward again like a hungry wolf that had seen a beautiful woman.

The armored warrior didn't hold back anymore. His hands and feet stretched out weirdly as he attacked Luke from all directions.

Luke finally understood why the man's armor was made of soft metal.

In a regular battle, these soft metal links remain folded and compressed together like stacked cups.

Once this armored warrior transformed into "Luffy" and attacked with this method, the soft metal in the joints would continue to protect him.

The armor wasn't as sturdy as thick breastplates or arm guards, but it could still allow the guy's hands and feet to turn into metal whips.

Once he tangled up his opponent, it wouldn't be hard to kill them.

For a moment, Luke was in an even more challenging situation.

Without an advantage in terms of strength, dexterity, and attack range, he was in an extremely disadvantageous position.

But he was enjoying it.

That was because his brain had to work like crazy to manipulate Muscle Control, Quick Reflex, and Imitation with precision.

His combat experience from fighting hundreds of bad guys with Basic Combat was quickly analyzed and the redundant bits discarded, and the remaining useful parts were quickly integrated.

Even beating up hooligans for 100 years wouldn't produce this result.

That was because one ordinary, flawed punch was enough to take down small fry.

In the face of an enemy who crushed his clone in every aspect, however, he had to look for opportunities in terms of skill.

In any case, his clone, which was protected by armor, a reinforced body and self-healing, had enough resources to court death.

As long as the other party didn't have some strange magic like that witch, his clone wouldn't be in any life-threatening danger.

The clone was worth 100,000 credit points and could store excess special energy; recalling it would be very painful.

Five minutes into the battle, "Vampire Luffy" was able to hit him and reduce his strength by half.

The attack on Luke had dropped from more than 20 hits per minute to a little over ten.

The Big Dipper Armor's stealth system couldn't be maintained under such an intense onslaught, so Luke simply canceled it to reveal the damaged black and white armor.

"Vampire Luffy" gritted his teeth and asked while attacking wildly, "Who are you? Who the hell are you? I'm going to kill you, ahh~"

Luke didn't say anything.

He was firmly at a disadvantage right now, and wasn't wearing the thickest Batman suit. He had to focus on fighting and honing his combat skills. How could he be in the mood to trade words with this sparring partner?

10 minutes later, he was being hit seven or eight times per minute.

"Vampire Luffy": "B*stard, who the hell are you? Are you mute?!"

His tone had changed significantly this time. He was still angry, but not as crazy as before.

Luke silently brandished his blades to block the torrent of attacks. He was under too much pressure and couldn't say anything.

Half an hour later, "Vampire Luffy" asked, "Who are you?"

He hadn't hit Luke once in more than 10 minutes. No matter how he stretched out his limbs and body, he was still blocked by the two blades.

Also, the way the other party blocked his attacks was changing; from deflecting first and then moving, the other party was starting to do both in one breath.

The two longswords were always able to deflect his attacks at the last moment and interfere with his momentum.

What was even more annoying was that this interference wasn't pure defense, but was a constant manipulation of his momentum.

…

An hour later, "Vampire Luffy" was horrified.

He had stopped bellowing, and the blood-red light in his eyes had disappeared. Instead, he looked around every now and then, searching for an opportunity.

Suddenly, he punched out, and his long arms lashed out like whips in the air.

At the same time, he pushed off of his toes and glided away.

Luke smiled inside his helmet, and the armor's hands switched to taser mode.

The two blades nimbly stuck to the man's elongated arms.

Instantly, there was a far stronger suction force, and the two blades and arms were practically glued together. Luke activated his telekinesis at the same time, and pushed off of his feet.

"Vampire Luffy," who had just flown seven or eight meters away, felt a huge resistance on his arms and shouted again miserably, "No!"

A familiar fluctuating force returned alongside his arms.

Luke used his blades to drag the man down by his arms.

The rebound successfully disrupted the man's glide, and "Vampire Luffy" fell from the sky.

With his dexterity, he naturally wouldn't hit the ground directly. He twisted and landed on his feet, but there was despair on his face. "Who on earth are you? What do you want? Money, power, women, immortality? I can give it to you. Say something. Answer me."

Luke looked at this "Vampire Luffy" who had basically broken down ten minutes ago; he had no fighting spirit left and was intent on escaping.

He finally sighed. "I wanted you, but you've disappointed me too much! There is no value in an opponent without fighting spirit. So, you can die!"

As he spoke, he lunged forward again and swung his blades.

"Vampire Luffy" felt something wasn't right when he heard that, but he subconsciously stretched out his hands to block the attack and nothing more.

After attacking for half an hour and not being able to hit the other party even once, he had lost the desire to attack.

That was why Luke was disappointed.

It was useless to keep this vampire boss as a sparring partner.

He would lose his fighting spirit when he saw Luke, and wouldn't be able to attack with that sort of oppressive force anymore; he would no longer be helpful in improving Luke's combat skills.