In the game "The Hunt," the character controlled by Logan Carter is the Huntmaster. Although his main focus is alchemy, the game enforces strict balance by forbidding firearms, so anyone playing alchemy must also use swordsmanship. Helplessly, Logan Carter had to devote some of his attention to swordsmanship. Because he killed many monsters and had many free talent points, his swordsmanship became very strong as well. Among the players, he was known as the number one swordsman in the North.

Although Logan Carter himself had never practiced swordsmanship, after controlling his character for so long, he had developed a good eye. When his character drew the sword, offense and defense were integrated, his aura fierce as a tiger—just watching was intimidating. In contrast, the female hunter before him was impatient and restless when she drew her sword. Her movements were standard, but lacked any real presence—clearly second-rate at best.

What happened next was exactly as Logan Carter had expected.

Gavin Clark didn’t even reveal his monster form. He just stood there, raised his arm, and swung outward. With a clang like metal striking metal, he hit the flat of the female hunter’s sword.

The female hunter immediately lost her grip, her footing faltered, and she staggered past Gavin Clark.

Gavin Clark didn’t pursue. He turned half a circle in place, his gaze fixed on the exposed back of the female hunter, and let out a long sigh: “A newborn lamb, always unaware of the dangers of the world.”

Meanwhile, the female hunter took advantage of her momentum to rush forward a few steps, then suddenly spun around, a hand crossbow appearing in her hand, the bolt aimed directly at Gavin Clark.

“Bang~”

A flash of silver light—the bolt shot straight at Gavin Clark, as fast as lightning.

This move was quite impressive: feigning weakness to lure the enemy, then launching a surprise attack when the opponent let their guard down. If her opponent had been an ordinary monster, this would have worked for sure. Unfortunately, this time her opponent was a high-level vampire.

With a crisp “ding~,” the bolt was actually blocked... or rather, it was caught between Gavin Clark’s two fingers.

The moment he caught the bolt, Gavin Clark immediately flung it back, his expression turning extremely grim: “A silver arrow! And it’s coated with wolfsbane! Good, very good—you’ve succeeded in angering me!”

As he spoke, his body rapidly swelled. Amid the tearing sound of fabric, his body burst through his black suit, transforming into a burly monster over three meters tall, with blood-red eyes, fangs, claws, and thick black fur covering vital areas like his chest, waist, and hips.

This was the vampire’s monster form, exactly as in the game!

In monster form, a vampire’s combat power increases across the board—their strength, speed, defense, and even their healing ability all multiply several times over.

“Little girl, let me show you what real power is!”

With a piercing howl, Gavin Clark’s body turned into a streak of black light, lunging straight at the female hunter.

Gavin Clark was simply too fast. Logan Carter’s eyes couldn’t keep up with his speed at all; he only heard the rush of wind, but saw nothing. The female hunter seemed to see something, but clearly couldn’t keep up either.

Compared to Gavin Clark, she was like a baby just learning to walk—slow and clumsy. She could only stand in place and instinctively swing her sword forward.

“Clang~~” Sparks flew!

The female hunter’s blade struck Gavin Clark’s arm with full force, but it was like hitting an iron rod—not even the skin was cut.

From the second-floor window, Logan Carter saw this and his heart skipped a beat: “Judging by the weight of her sword, it must be at least 30 jin. With a hunter’s physique, a full-powered slash would create instantaneous pressure on the blade at least as great as a handgun bullet, if not greater. But she still couldn’t break through his defense... Is the real-world Gavin Clark even stronger than in the game?!”

In the game, when he used his sword against Gavin Clark, even if Gavin Clark showed his monster form, he didn’t dare take the attack head-on. But with the strength Gavin Clark was showing now, ordinary firearms would pose no threat to him at all.

But soon, Logan Carter realized he was mistaken.

“It’s not that Gavin Clark is stronger than in the game—it’s that this hunter’s sword is just too poor. This is nothing but an ordinary silver sword; no wonder it couldn’t break through.”

Pure silver is very soft, so making weapons out of it is unrealistic. To make a silver sword practical, the blade must have a steel core, and the edge can’t be pure silver—it has to be a special high-hardness silver alloy, forged with special techniques. Annealing, tempering, and quenching all have to be done perfectly, or the sharpness will be compromised.

In the game, the swords Logan Carter used were made after he spent tens of thousands of lants to buy metal formulas from a dwarven master smith, then invested huge effort to improve the formula and forging process before finally succeeding. The finished silver sword could cut hair and slice iron like mud—of course Gavin Clark wouldn’t dare take it head-on. But the silver sword in this female hunter’s hand was worth, at most, 50 lants.

Looking at her leather armor, it was just ordinary wolf hide, with barely any iron plates protecting vital areas, and a big patch sewn onto the shoulder.

‘Sigh, she’s just a rookie fresh out of the mountains. No wonder she’s so bold, daring to challenge a high-level vampire. Now, not only did she fail to save anyone, she’s about to lose her own life.’ Logan Carter felt complicated—somewhat moved, but also a bit bitter. As for hope? There was none at all.

Downstairs.

The female hunter blocked the first strike, but had no time to swing a second. Gavin Clark’s claws pierced straight through her abdomen, then he lifted her up and hurled her away.