alternate world and had left his phone behind, his disdain for vampires remained.

Unfortunately for the bald vampire uncle, Brutols' eyes suddenly gleamed with a fierce light, startling him. He hadn't expected Brutols to become so vicious so quickly. If this was what people called killing intent, then Brutols was undoubtedly a killer. Brutols' entire body ignited with blue flames, so intense that even without touching the vampire, he felt the scorching heat. Most enemies would have turned to cinders, but vampires had a natural resistance to fire, making them harder to burn.

The vampire let out a wailing sound as several strange large bats flew from his body, turning into swarms of smaller bats that attacked Brutols. These attacks seemed laughably weak to Brutols. The blue flames engulfing him incinerated the bats instantly, and Brutols charged at the vampire, who had transformed into a swarm of bats to evade. However, Brutols anticipated this and delivered a spinning backfist to the vampire's temple, knocking him out.

Despite the effective attack, the bald vampire had excellent regenerative abilities and soon awoke, glaring venomously at Brutols. “You're faster than I thought. You must not be just any mage,” he said. Brutols replied with a wry smile, “I'm not a mage, but whatever I am, you're no match for me. Surrender now, and I'll give you a swift death.” The vampire sneered and lunged at Brutols with his claws transformed into swords, aiming for Brutols' chest.

This transformation ability was unique to vampires, but to Brutols, it was trivial. His defensive prowess was far beyond the vampire’s imagination. The blue flames around Brutols formed a shield that easily blocked the vampire’s sword-claws. Brutols’ attack had just begun; his fist, as heavy as a cauldron, struck the vampire’s head, causing him to collapse in pain. Brutols mounted the vampire and unleashed a barrage of punches.

Though vampires had resistance to fire, Brutols’ repeated strikes eventually tore open the vampire’s skin. Once breached, the flesh inside had no resistance. Brutols' rigorous training had honed his stamina and strength. The vampire tried to grab Brutols’ hands, including using his claws, but Brutols skillfully countered, delivering precise and powerful blows to the vampire’s jaw and temples.

Within moments, the vampire was entirely incapacitated, disoriented by Brutols' martial prowess. The vampire couldn't fathom how a fire mage could fight hand-to-hand like a seasoned combatant. His isolation from the human world for over a century had left him unaware of such advancements in martial prowess. The thought that the outside world might be full of such formidable warriors was unsettling.

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