Chapter 140: No Problem, I

{Captain! Fan Haixin has appeared! What should we do next?

Zheng Zha asked Wu Xian through the mental link.

{Just follow the script. When the time comes, unleash your full strength and don't hold back—let me see what level this world's top-tier demon hunter really is.

As Wu Xian spoke, images of Fan Haixin's various battle performances from the movie flashed through his mind.

How to put it? Aside from good gear and decent durability, everything else was pretty average—hardly different from an ordinary person.

Only when he transformed into a werewolf did Fan Haixin's combat power receive an epic boost, becoming like a war god, leaving Dracula helpless against him.

Of course, there's a huge gap between movie and reality. Fan Haixin had lived for centuries, and there were even rumors he might be Gabriel reincarnated—he must possess extraordinary traits. This was a perfect chance to test them.

"Did you kill Dr. Jekyll?"

On the other side, Fan Haixin sensed the dark creature's gaze held a strange quality. Puzzled, he coldly asked aloud.

"So what if I did!"

Hearing the lines echoing through the mental network, Zheng Zha's pale face flushed slightly, but he quickly slipped into character, straightening his chest and declaiming with arrogant flair:

"London now belongs to Lord Dracula. Such weak, lowly dark creatures dare to cause trouble here? As Lord Dracula's most loyal servant, I must punish you!"

"Dracula's servant?"

Upon hearing Zheng Zha's words, Fan Haixin raised an eyebrow, reached for the weapon at his waist, and said coldly: "So that's it. You're the vampire who attacked the London Church. You've saved me considerable effort."

"So you're a Church demon hunter too?"

Zheng Zha feigned surprise, then sneered: "Hmph! A bunch of useless drunkards. I hadn't even broken a sweat when they all fell. I was so looking forward to coming to London… Hey, you—state your name. Vampire Edward never kills the nameless."

"Fan Haixin. The one come to kill you!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Fan Haixin drew his twin pistols and fired a barrage of holy water-soaked exorcism bullets.

But as a Shanzhai vampire, Zheng Zha felt no threat from these rounds. Without hesitation, he charged straight through the hail of bullets with his brute physique, delivering a textbook Iron Mountain Shoulder strike as Fan Haixin stared in shock.

Fortunately, Fan Haixin had decades of demon-hunting experience. Realizing the bullets had no effect, he rolled sideways just in time to evade the blow.

He immediately discarded his pistols, drew two blessed rotating blades from his back, and slashed toward Zheng Zha's neck.

"Boom—————!!!"

With a muffled crash, Zheng Zha spun and kicked Fan Haixin square in the chest. The hunter flew like a severed kite, crashing hard to the ground.

A mouthful of blood spewed out. Before Fan Haixin could even land, the vampire with Asian features was upon him—another punch, straight into his chest and abdomen.

Boom!

A crater formed in the ground. Fan Haixin lay inside it. When he finally struggled to his feet, his vision swam, and he felt half his life had been drained away.

Damn it! This vampire is stronger than the intel suggested. In just two rounds, he's rendered me utterly powerless.

If even this servant is so strong, how powerful must Dracula himself be?

Remembering the Church's orders, Fan Haixin cursed inwardly—but made no move to flee.

{Captain, he's weak!

Zheng Zha squinted at Fan Haixin, smirking like a cat toying with a mouse—but inside, he was equally bewildered.

The legendary demon hunter? Gabriel reincarnated? Is this all? I haven't even used my infernal fire yet!

{What now? Should we keep fighting?

{Forget it. If you keep going, you'll end up begging him not to die.

Wu Xian also felt a headache coming on. Though he privately doubted Fan Haixin was Gabriel's reincarnation, his abysmal strength still surprised him.

At this level, he couldn't even protect himself, let alone serve as a teammate—he'd drag the whole team down.

{Wait! His spiritual energy is fluctuating abnormally!

At that moment, Zhan Lan's voice suddenly echoed through the mental network. Moments later, all members of the Central Plains Team saw Fan Haixin stagger to his feet—his eyes glowed with eerie white light, and his entire aura transformed drastically.

In an instant, he blurred forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, lunging at Zheng Zha with a punch aimed at his face.

Boom!

Their fists collided. Terrifying force rippled outward like a storm surge, as if a hurricane had erupted from nowhere.

Zheng Zha let out a soft "Huh?" and stepped back two paces. Fan Haixin pressed the advantage, delivering a spinning kick that met Zheng Zha's raised forearm—still evenly matched.

{His strength has skyrocketed! How? Can he unlock Gene Locks too?

{No—it feels more like a sudden surge of energy within him. But it's not holy light… it's almost like dark energy…}

Wu Xian frowned, sensing something off. He asked Chu Xuan through the mental link—but Chu Xuan gave no direct answer, only replied: "Insufficient data. No speculation possible."

Meanwhile, the two combatants had truly ignited.

Fists and kicks flew, winds howled, muffled impacts rang endlessly. Dozens of thick trees were shattered, clearing a barren patch of land.

Moments later, Fan Haixin flew backward again—this time landing on one knee. His black mask had fallen, his hat long gone, his long, blood-streaked hair clinging to his face—utterly disheveled.

Clearly, even with his burst of power, Fan Haixin still couldn't match Zheng Zha. This was a fundamental attribute gap no temporary surge could bridge.

{Captain, Fan Haixin isn't my match. Should I ease up and leave an opening?

Zheng Zha asked helplessly through the mental network.

The original plan was for him to be defeated by Fan Haixin, then feign repentance and join him on the journey to Romania, where they'd later reunite with Wu Xian and others to destroy Dracula.

But now, though Fan Haixin was strong, he still fell short of Wu Xian's expectations. If he couldn't even beat Zheng Zha, the whole act would collapse.

{No problem. I've got Plan B.

{What Plan B?

Zheng Zha asked curiously—then suddenly felt his body grow impossibly heavy. A powerful force descended from above, locking him in place.

Then, a familiar voice echoed from behind him, filling him with dread.

{Brave warrior, don't fear! I've come to aid you!

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