Chapter 149: Kryptonian vs Vampire (Request Monthly Tickets! Request Subscription!)

BOOM————！！！

As the castle's roof shattered, the thunder from high above grew louder, and the surrounding storm surged like a flood, guided by some unseen force, rushing en masse toward the central chair.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort rang out; Wu Xian, having retracted his fist, narrowed his eyes, and a vast, boundless mental force erupted from his body, swiftly forming an invisible barrier around him that blocked all rain and lightning.

Only after completing this did he turn to face the bloated figure bound to the chair.

Though swollen several times over, his skin pale and wrinkled with sickness, Wu Xian recognized him at once.

It was Li San, the bald giant who had been the first new recruit to awaken in this horror film.

What surprised Wu Xian was how familiar the man's current state seemed.

His expression vacant, eyes glowing with a hazy white light… unmistakably the signature of Gene Lock activation.

Activated Gene Lock in the first horror film?! Is this guy that talented?!

Wu Xian found it absurd—but after seeing the man's condition, he realized it wasn't so hard to accept.

After all, the Gene Lock system was humanity's legacy from the Ancients; according to the Infinite Series' rules, anyone who believed themselves human had the potential to unlock it.

Those chosen by the Main God and dragged into horror films, even if utterly talentless, at least possessed Gene Lock potential far exceeding that of most ordinary people outside.

Add to that the constant, terrifying threat of death in the reincarnation world, and the likelihood of unlocking the Gene Lock skyrocketed.

Take Li San—he now bore a striking resemblance to Frankenstein's monster, clearly having endured countless experiments and tortures, until sustained psychological torment finally triggered his Gene Lock and transformed him into a Frankenstein creature, used by Dracula as a battery for resurrecting his offspring.

"But here's the question: why did Dracula specifically use Li San and others to create Frankenstein creatures? Did he know about reincarnators and the Gene Lock? Or did someone else tell him?"

Thoughts flashed through Wu Xian's mind—he had no time to ponder further. Suddenly, his eyes blazed with intense red light, and two thermal beams, each as thick as a thumb, shot forth.

In an instant, the searing heat reduced Li San to ash, along with all surrounding scientific instruments.

【Ding! Killed a teammate reincarnator. Deducted 1000 reward points!】

The Main God's deduction alert echoed again in his mind, and at the same moment, a furious roar came from above.

"No————————！！！！"

Everything happened too fast—from Dracula being punched out of the castle to his return, less than five seconds had passed. But for someone with super speed, that was more than enough.

Thus, when Dracula returned, he saw only the ashes of his new Frankenstein creation.

His century-old dream had just begun to take shape—and now, crushed before it even started. How could Dracula not rage? He wanted to tear Wu Xian limb from limb to quench his fury!

Thinking this, Dracula's eyes turned crimson. With a roar, he bared his fangs, his body swelling rapidly, bursting his black suit, transforming into a humanoid bat over three meters tall.

No longer the elegant, handsome nobleman, Dracula was now a grotesque dark creature. But sacrificing his appearance granted him unprecedented power.

He flapped his massive wings, and in the next instant, his colossal form became an indiscernible blur, cutting through the storm and rain, hurtling toward Wu Xian.

Seeing this, Wu Xian sneered and charged forward even faster, colliding head-on with Dracula.

Great sound is silent; no ripples, no waves.

At that moment, all things in heaven and earth seemed frozen—the thunder and storm paused, as if waiting for the outcome of their clash.

BOOM——————！！！！

Two seconds later, a massive, muffled impact shattered the silence. Thunder and rain resumed, and a huge, dazzling splash erupted in midair.

Simultaneously, Dracula's body flew backward from the splash, spinning like a top, hurtling over a kilometer away.

He barely managed to flap his wings and stabilize himself—before he could recover from dizziness, another fist loomed rapidly before his eyes.

PUNCH——————！！！

Dracula took a punch to the face and flew backward into the sky again.

But it wasn't over. Every time his backward speed slowed or he tried to stop, another fist appeared, launching him once more—he could not resist at all.

Clearly, Kryptonian vs Vampire: the former's physical strength utterly crushed the latter.

Even if Dracula's bloodline was rumored to be Double-A-class Vampire Prince, before the Kryptonian's absolute brute force, he had no chance to fight back—only to suffer.

In mere minutes, Dracula had flown beyond Romania's borders, ascending higher and higher.

Just as he neared the ozone layer and entered the stratosphere, another crushing blow struck his head, sending him plummeting faster than before, finally crashing onto a deserted island.

ZZZZ————！！！

After a moment of silence, a terrifying energy erupted, unleashing a devastating shockwave centered on Dracula's impact point, sweeping across the entire island in an instant.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM————

From high above, a white energy sphere expanded visibly, engulfing the island and spreading into the sea.

Wind pressure surged, forcibly pushing back the endless ocean, exposing vast stretches of wet seabed around the island.

Wu Xian descended slowly from the sky, looking down at the scene, his brow slightly furrowed.

Though he'd just enjoyed the fight and delivered a spectacular blow, Dracula's aura had not faded—not even weakened. Clearly, he hadn't suffered serious injury.

Are vampires this resilient? Or is it true, as in the movie, that only the werewolf virus can kill Dracula?

Thinking this, he pulled from his storage space a syringe filled with purple liquid.

It was the werewolf virus extracted by Chu Xuan, even further purified—equivalent to the amount a werewolf would accumulate over several days.

Without exaggeration, if the werewolf virus was truly Dracula's weakness, this single injection would be enough to kill him seventeen or eighteen times over.

(End of Chapter)