The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress

Chapter 139

Fuen's face finally showed a flustered expression.

He instinctively raised his hand to block the overwhelming pressure bearing down on him, but it was obviously futile.

Those invisible substances pressed firmly against Fuen's face and body, and under the intense compression, fresh red blood slowly seeped out from Fuen's nose, mouth, and ears.

He broke into a violent coughing fit, his eyes reflecting fear:

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Stop!"

It wasn't just Fuen, but also the other remaining Sasley Military Academy students around him. When faced with the immense pressure of a higher-ranked vampire, they all went limp, unable to even stand up.

Seeing Fuen's life force waning, Qin Huaibei noticed the danger and stumbled over, grabbing Chloe's arm:

"Hey, snap out of it! Let him go!"

Just being this close, Qin Huaibei felt his breathing become labored.

He covered his nose with his hand, feeling a slight sting in his nasal cavity.

But even so, he firmly held onto Chloe, trying to bring her back to her senses.

Chloe frowned slightly, turning to look at Qin Huaibei, a glimmer of clarity flickering in her eyes:

"...What are you doing here, looking to die?"

Qin Huaibei: "If you don't want to have blood on your hands, then stop now."

A flash of murderous intent crossed Chloe's face.

She truly wanted to kill Fuen.

But now...

She looked at Fuen convulsing on the ground, then at Qin Huaibei beside her, struggling to breathe while covering his nose, and finally, albeit reluctantly, she withdrew her perception.

A vampire's perception is powerful, but an underage fledgling can't easily bring it to full force.

Because once unleashed completely, it's very difficult for a fledgling to rein it back in with their limited willpower and control, easily leading to a rampage.

Fortunately, Chloe has always been resolute in spirit.

She looked at Fuen on the ground with disgust, speaking coolly:

"I never intended to make enemies with Sasley Military Academy. You should think about how you were the one who provoked us from the start."

Fuen spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his silver-white pupils fixed on Chloe.

Sensing his gaze, Chloe felt uncomfortable.

She disliked Fuen, so she said bluntly:

"Keep looking at me, and I'll gouge out your eyes."

She meant what she said.

Qin Huaibei felt a bit worried and tugged lightly on Chloe's arm.

Chloe didn't move, but coldly stared at Fuen for a moment before reaching for the alarm device on his waist.

Seeing this, Fuen's pupils constricted slightly.

In the next instant, a chilling gust of wind came from behind.

Chloe felt a chill on her shoulder, as if something had pierced through it completely.

She heard Qin Huaibei's urgent shout:

"Chloe!"

Hearing her name, she looked down.

A vine had pierced through her shoulder, and belatedly, she felt a bone-deep pain.

It seemed her bone was shattered.

Chloe frowned, raising her other hand and calmly pushing the vine out.

Another chilling wind came from behind, but Chloe didn't turn her head, blocking it with her perception before snatching the alarm device from Fuen's waist.

She raised her eyes, locking gazes with Fuen's bloodshot eyes.

Chloe let out a soft laugh, juggling the alarm device for a while before grabbing Fuen's collar and hauling him up from the ground.

Then she slapped him across the face.

The slap rang out crisp and pleasing.

When Anderson and Katherine broke through the vines and rushed over, they caught sight of this scene.

Daniel couldn't help but call out:

"Well done."

Of the three, only Anderson sensed something amiss. He twitched his nose, his expression changing as he hurried over:

"You're hurt?"

Chloe turned around while holding Fuen, revealing the horrific hole in her shoulder.

Seeing this, Katherine, who had just helped Daniel up from the ground, pupils constricted as she instantly dropped Daniel and ran towards Chloe.

Falling back to the ground, Daniel was about to curse when he saw the gaping wound and fell silent for two seconds before getting up himself.

Katherine pushed through the crowd and examined the wound, her face turning deathly pale:

"The bone is broken, it will take time to fully heal."

She released some green particles of light from her palm, slowly seeping into the depths of Chloe's wound.

Anderson's eyes burned with murderous intent as he turned to Fuen:

"He did this?"

Chloe gave a slight nod.

Anderson's expression darkened like still water as he drew his great sword.

Seeing this, Chloe stopped him: "Don't."

Anderson's jaw tightened: "Why not?"

Daniel's gaze towards Fuen was also exceptionally cold:

"If you ask me, just break one of his arms and carve it up slowly. With modern medical technology, he won't die anyway."

At these words, Fuen instantly recalled the horrors of the Brut Military Academy and turned deathly pale:

"No... no!"

He struggled to get up from the ground.

But Chloe simply pulled him into an embrace.

The girl stared at Fuen for two seconds: "What are you afraid of? Are we really that cruel?"

Chloe smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, we won't harm you."

She wiped the blood from Fuen's lips with her fingertip, her expression no longer cold but genuine and warm, even tinged with pity.

But for some reason, Fuen still trembled in fear.

Daniel was extremely displeased:

"Not harm him? Why not? He put a hole in your shoulder like that, and we're just going to let it go?"

Daniel clenched the hand holding his iron hammer: "I disagree."

Chloe ignored him and instead asked Katherine:

"How's the wound on my shoulder?"

"The broken bone hasn't fully healed yet, but the bleeding has stopped. Still, I advise against strenuous activity," Katherine said, her hands shaking slightly.

Chloe hugged her reassuringly.

Then she had her help bandage the wound and after moving her shoulder a bit, ordered Daniel to destroy the alarm devices on the other Sasley students' waists, directly eliminating everyone except Fuen.

Fuen eyed them warily:

"What are you going to do?"

He couldn't freely use his abilities now, because Fuen realized that Chloe's perception was even more formidable than his advantage in the Forest of Life.

If she wanted, she could instantly take his life.

Fuen's body trembled slightly.

Chloe stared at him for two seconds, smiling: "Don't be so tense."

She stood up and instructed Anderson:

"Strip him."

At these words, not only Fuen but the others were stunned.

Anderson: "Little Miss..."

"Aren't you always calling me a scoundrel?" Chloe smiled radiantly. "Today, let me show you what a real scoundrel is."

Anderson fell silent for a moment before starting to remove Fuen's clothes.

It wasn't until Fuen was stripped completely naked, save for a pair of underwear, that he stopped.

Chloe stared at the blushing Fuen for a while, originally considering removing his underwear as well, but then realized it would only hurt her own eyes, so she dropped the idea.

Chloe slipped a rope around Fuen's neck, holding the other end in her hand.

After securing it, to the astonished gazes of everyone present, Chloe led the completely naked young man like a dog on a leash, making him follow her.

Silence fell around them.

After a long while, Daniel whistled and burst into laughter:

"Chloe, you really know how to humiliate someone."

Compared to physical harm, the mental humiliation would undoubtedly be even harder for the proud Fuen to endure.

As Fuen was led along, just the thought of being seen by the audience across the continent made his heart ache painfully, rendering him speechless.

He, the mighty son of the Elf tribe, how could he be so subjugated, even to the point of...

Fuen was flushed all over, and finally could no longer bear it, crying that he was wrong and would never bother the First Military Academy again.

However, Chloe merely glanced at him calmly and smiled:

"What nonsense are you saying? We don't hold anything against you. Look, you're still alive and well in the arena."

Fuen looked dazed:

"No, I want to withdraw... I want to withdraw! Give me the alarm, I want to withdraw!"

Chloe raised an eyebrow, yawned nonchalantly, and drawled lazily:

"Too late."