Let's Play Rock-Paper-Scissors to Decide the Winner

When the battle finally drew to a close, Peng Jie let out a deep sigh of relief; even the previously annoying noise in the air seemed to become melodic.

He looked around the Colosseum, where the sandy ground was no longer intact, filled with pitted traces of combat and the pungent scent of gunpowder.

These were left behind by the battle between Fang Cheng and Dracula, yet the entire process had lasted less than a few minutes.

Peng Jie had never imagined that the world's strongest and most renowned vampire would one day be finished off in just a few short minutes.

Even the strongest individuals within the Human Revolutionary Alliance could not possibly achieve such a feat.

This thought gave Peng Jie the feeling that the era had changed, and he couldn't help but lift his eyes to look ahead, his gaze landing on Fang Cheng's tall, upright figure.

This guy, he must be the strongest in the world now.

Fang Cheng sensed Peng Jie's meaningful gaze but did not turn back, instead looking down at Dracula lying on the ground.

Dracula's hair was disheveled and plastered against his forehead, his face deathly pale, and his clothes were as filthy, tattered, and ragged as a beggar's.

Given his personality, he would never have allowed himself to appear in such a disheveled state.

Unfortunately, a massive wound piercing through his chest hindered his movements; he failed several attempts to tidy his hair before finally giving up in defeat.

For this enemy who had faced death with composure at the end, Fang Cheng did not offer any humiliation, but rather went all out to defeat him in a short time.

However, the one who delivered the final blow was Isis; as a vampire, she dealt true damage to Dracula, who was