CHAPTER 120: Hell in Berlin-13

CHAPTER 120: Hell in Berlin-13

Alucard, observing the frustration on Alex's face as he tried unsuccessfully to attack him, decided to change the dynamics of the fight a little.

"You know, Alex?" Alucard began, his voice soft and almost melodious. "When I was young, I loved impaling people."

Alex, surprised by the turn in the conversation, arched an eyebrow.
"Impaling? What kind of hobby is that?" he asked, a mocking tone in his voice. "You, who could be a prince among vampires, and you engage in that."

Alucard smiled, as if remembering a simpler time.
"It was an era without worries," his voice was almost nostalgic. "I enjoyed feeling how the power of life and death balanced in my hands. Every scream, every plea, all of it... gave me great pleasure."

Alex, with his playful and manipulative nature, laughed scornfully.
"Interesting, but I wonder... isn't that a bit outdated? Nowadays, vampires like us should enjoy a good spectacle."

Alucard looked at him, amused.
"Spectacle?" he replied. "Like the one you're trying to offer me now? Don't forget, old habits die hard. Besides, blood always has its own charm, regardless of the era."

Alex, feeling the conversation was drifting away from the combat, frowned.
"You talk about impaling, but tell me... isn't there a deeper meaning in chaos?" His gaze lit up with a disturbing glint. "It's fascinating to watch life fade, how people writhe in their agony. For me, it's art."

Alucard laughed, a deep laugh that echoed off the subway walls.
"Art? Chaos can be art, but it's also a double-edged sword." He paused, staring intently at Alex. "I used to enjoy the art of impaling, but I learned it's not just about destruction. It's also about domination and control."

Alex, intrigued by the conversation, crossed his arms, preparing for an attack while listening.
"Perhaps you're right. But what about control? Isn't it more interesting to watch them writhe under your dominion?"

Alucard smiled, understanding his adversary's philosophy.
"Yes, but there's always someone stronger." He glanced at Phoenix, who still lay unconscious. "Like him, for example. Sometimes, true power lies in knowing when to stop and observe."

The air between them grew tense, charged with a mix of respect and challenge.
"Come on, Alex. Show me what you've got," Alucard challenged, preparing for the inevitable next move.

The tension in the air was palpable as Alucard and Alex prepared for the confrontation. However, Alex wasn't intimidated and launched a quick punch at Alucard.

"Take this!" he shouted, his fist heading towards Alucard's face.

The impact was strong, but Alucard barely moved, as if nothing had touched him.
"Is that all?" Alucard asked with a mocking smile.

Without giving Alex time to recover, Alucard counterattacked with a series of rapid, precise blows, each connecting with devastating force.
Alex was pushed backward, his feet sliding on the ground as he took the punishment.
"You can't just throw a punch and expect it to work on me!" Alucard said, enjoying the fight.

With astonishing speed and precision, Alucard continued his attack, sending Alex flying into a wall.
"What's wrong, Alex? You're nothing but a shadow!" he taunted, watching his opponent fall to the ground.

Alex, staggering from the brutal punishment, began to laugh. A dry, hysterical laugh that rumbled through the tunnels like a distorted echo.

"Hahahahaha!" He got up, wiping a thread of blood from his mouth. "Is that all, Alucard? I expected something more... inspiring."

With a fierce cry, he charged at him again with speed, his blows aimed with uncontrolled fury. But Alucard barely moved, dodging each attack with an air of boredom, as if it were all just a simple game.

"Too slow," Alucard said, tilting his head just as a fist grazed his face.

With a sharp movement, Alucard deflected Alex's body and slammed him into a concrete wall, cracking the surface. Then he grabbed him by the hair, smashed his face into the ground, and lifted him again only to throw him against another wall.

"You're just noise," he added, landing a direct blow to Alex's stomach that left him breathless. "Nothing but a parasite boasting borrowed power."

Finally, Alucard lifted him by the neck with one hand. His red eyes glowed like hot coals as he smiled with superiority.

"I'm going to show you the difference between a monster who crawls in the mud... and a king who walks over corpses." His voice was a monologue mixing scorn and authority.

But before he could continue, Alex smiled maliciously and, in an unexpected move, sank his fangs into Alucard's arm.

The ancient vampire frowned, surprised by the audacity, and violently threw him to the ground, leaving a crater under Alex's body.

Alex began to laugh again, even as he coughed up blood.
"Hahahahaha... Don't you notice, Alucard? It's already done."

Alucard looked at him coldly, observing the wound on his arm which, to his surprise, wasn't regenerating with its usual speed.

"What the hell have you done?" he asked in a grave voice, somewhere between threat and curiosity.

Alex got up, staggering but with a cruel smile.
"It's simple. When any of my fluids—be it saliva, blood, whatever—comes into contact with a wound... that wound stops regenerating as it would for a superior being like you." He pointed at Alucard's arm. "Now it heals at the rate of a regular human."

Alex's laugh intensified, echoing like a diabolical sound.
"Hahahaha... So now, 'the great Alucard' bleeds like any mortal."