As the bookmaker, Fang Cheng took the lead without hesitation. "Then let's begin."
Dracula snapped his fingers, and the iron cage holding Selina below immediately fell apart, releasing her.
At the same time, Fang Cheng's sense of her returned to normal. It seemed the cage had some kind of sealing effect.
Selina was covered in wounds. The injuries must have been inflicted by other vampires, which was why they were so difficult to heal.
Vampires were natural enemies to one another. Their attacks inflicted real damage, and a blow to the heart meant death.
Lucas was unscathed, while Selina was badly injured. The scales of victory in this duel had been heavily tilted from the very beginning.
Selina didn't know this duel was a scheme cooked up by Dracula. She thought Fang Cheng had won her this chance.
She took a deep breath, summoned what little strength remained inside her, and fixed her opponent with a burning gaze.
"I won't lose!"
Lucas grinned, looking cheerful and sunny, but a cruel glint flashed in his eyes.
He didn't understand the schemes and conflicts among the bigwigs at the very top. All he knew was that the woman before him was a traitor.
If he killed her, the more brutally the better, His father would keep His promise and give him a suitable reward—Selina's heart.
Swallowing the heart of an opponent of the same rank would be enough to take his strength to the next level.
"I don't know whether you'll lose."
Lucas strode toward Selina. "But you're definitely going to die."
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body turned into a blur and shot toward Selina.
Selina's expression grew serious, and she hurriedly dodged backward.
The two became red streaks, clashing fiercely in the Colosseum below.
Though they moved