Chapter 014: Bat

Wang Bo's right hand clenched into a fist and slammed into Dracula's chest.

The immense force blasted Dracula flying, crashing through the armory wall, hurtling another dozen meters, and slamming into a pillar before finally stopping.

When Dracula fell to the ground, his body was still twisted at a grotesque angle, his chest caved in, his spine broken—if he were an ordinary person, he would never have survived.

But unfortunately, Dracula was no ordinary person.

His eyeballs rolled once, and he struggled to stand up from the ground, his bones crackling and popping. In just a few seconds, the shattered bones had healed.

He was completely renewed, with no trace of injury except for some dust on his body.

Even the collapsed bones swelled back up.

Wang Bo couldn't help but nod inwardly. Although this Dracula's strength was poor, at least in terms of ultra-fast self-healing, he lived up to the name of Dracula.

Even Wang Bo did not currently possess such terrifying regenerative abilities.

"Who the hell are you?"

The fully recovered Dracula did not charge forward; the previous battle had already shown him Wang Bo's strength, far beyond his imagination.

At least in terms of pure strength, he was no match for Wang Bo at all.

And in terms of defense, he was even more thoroughly crushed by Wang Bo.

Dracula even wondered, was this guy really human?

"Didn't I just say it? I'm just an ordinary staff member." Wang Bo took a step and slowly walked toward Dracula.

Dracula glanced cautiously at Wang Bo, then his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

This was not genuine invisibility, but rather high-speed movement, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, which to an ordinary person would appear as if vanishing.

However, Wang Bo's speed was equally impressive, and his eyesight was astonishingly sharp, capable of tracking objects moving at supersonic speeds, let alone Dracula. Although Dracula was fast, he had not yet broken the sound barrier.

Bang!

The next second, Wang Bo suddenly threw a punch, striking diagonally upward and effortlessly hitting the fast-moving Dracula.

This punch mercilessly slammed into Dracula's face.

Dracula tore through the air, smashing stone pillars one after another, producing a series of roars and stirring up a sky-covering cloud of dust.

Wang Bo kicked off the ground, sprinting at a hundred-meter dash speed, shattering the earth beneath him. His body tore through the air, forming a vacuum tunnel, and within less than a second, he caught up with Dracula, who was still flying backward.

He pressed one hand on Dracula's head, forcibly pushing Dracula toward the ground.

Bang!

The earth shattered, then collapsed, with cracks spreading wildly in all directions. The walls of an original building split with numerous fissures, teetering on the verge of collapse amid the violent shaking of the ground.

Wang Bo raised his hand and looked down. Dracula's head was a bloody mess, the skull cracked open...

Seeing this, Wang Bo almost vomited at once.

Holy shit, this is too disgusting.

He hadn't felt anything during the fight, but now, seeing the blood and flesh, the brains, Wang Bo couldn't bear it.

After all, he was just an ordinary person with a bit more strength. Although this statement might seem ridiculous to others, Wang Bo truly believed it.

He had never killed anything before, let alone experienced the pain of separation by life or death, not to mention beating someone into such a state with his own hands.

Feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit was only natural.

That time with Gu Xingwen, Wang Bo likewise did not deliver a killing blow, merely taking the Shikon no Tama.

But thinking of Gu Xingwen, Wang Bo suddenly remembered that he seemed to have thrown that guy into the pool at his own home, and he had no idea whether the man was dead by now.

But before he left, the guy hadn't made a single sound, so he should be dead by now.

Meanwhile, Dracula's head was free; his bones began to heal, his brain matter disappeared, and his bloody, mangled face gradually restored to its original handsomeness.

The next second, Dracula opened his eyes.

But he did not rise to fight Wang Bo; instead, he turned into a swarm of bats and tried to escape by some means.

Now, more than anyone else, he knew that he was no match for Wang Bo.

So, the only option was to flee.

By the time Wang Bo finished vomiting and wanted to intercept Dracula, it was already too late.

Although he did manage to knock down a few bats, more of them had already disappeared into the darkness.

Wang Bo was unwilling to give up. He pricked up his ears, listening to the sound of bats flapping their wings in the darkness, picked up stones from the ground, and hurled them with all his might.

Whoosh... smack!

A bat was pierced through the body by a stone, fluttered weakly a few times, and fell to the ground.

Wang Bo followed suit, his hands like two catapults, throwing again and again.

In the darkness, blossoms of blood bloomed one after another, as bats fell from midair to the ground. And these fallen bats soon turned into pools of blood, vanishing without a trace.

But even so, Wang Bo still failed to stop all the bats.

Still, more than a dozen bats vanished completely, and even Wang Bo's ears could not detect any sound from them.

Clearly, this Dracula had slipped away right under his nose.

Wang Bo thus confirmed one thing: it was indeed unrealistic to try to kill Dracula with bare hands. The guy's self-healing ability was too powerful; no matter how severe the injury, he could recover in a short time.

Unless he used the Ripple Breathing Technique himself.

In some respects, Ripple Qigong is the bane of vampires.

This Dracula should be no exception.

However, Wang Bo's goal was not to kill Dracula; otherwise, he would have used the Ripple Qigong just now. His purpose was to send Dracula back to his homeland, thereby gaining a chance to draw a lottery.

After Dracula fled, the palace guards finally arrived.

It seemed just like the police arriving after the fact.

But in reality, Wang Bo had noticed this group of guards during the battle just now; they had already surrounded the area, yet none of them intervened in the fight.

The palace guards were no fools; the battle between Wang Bo and Dracula was not something ordinary people could intervene in.

So this group of slackers had been hiding in the shadows, waiting until Dracula fled and the battle ended, before charging in with shouts of killing.

Wang Bo did not reprimand these slackers, after all, he knew very well that Dracula's strength was not something these slackers could handle. To put it bluntly, Dracula could kill them all without any effort.

It was a wise choice for them not to come up.

Otherwise, Wang Bo would have to go to some trouble to protect this group of slackers.

Wang Bo didn't expect them to be heroic, but at least they shouldn't cause him trouble, and this group of slackers did a good job of that.