When the battle finally came to an end, Peng Jie let out a deep breath of relief. Even the annoying noise in the air seemed pleasant now.
He looked around. Not a single patch of sand in the Colosseum remained intact; the ground was pockmarked with battle scars and filled with the smell of gunpowder.
These were the marks left by Fang Cheng and Dracula's battle, though the whole thing had lasted less than a few minutes.
Peng Jie had never imagined that the world's strongest and most famous Vampire could be taken out in a matter of minutes.
Even the strongest person in the Human Revolutionary Alliance couldn't have done that.
The thought made Peng Jie feel that the times had changed. He couldn't help looking up, his gaze settling on Fang Cheng's tall, straight figure.
This guy had to be the strongest person in the world now, right?
Fang Cheng sensed Peng Jie's meaningful gaze but didn't turn around. Instead, he looked down at Dracula, who was lying on the ground.
Dracula's hair was plastered messily across his forehead. His face was deathly pale, and his clothes were filthy and tattered, like a beggar's.
Given his personality, he would never have allowed himself to look so disheveled.
Unfortunately, the huge hole straight through his chest kept him from moving. He tried several times to fix his hair, but failed each time, and finally gave up dejectedly.
For an enemy who had faced death with such composure, Fang Cheng hadn't humiliated him. He had simply given it his all and defeated him in a short time.
However, it was Isis who had delivered the final blow. As a Vampire, she could inflict real damage on Dracula, who was also a Vampire.
"Cough, cough..."
Dracula weakly coughed up a few