"Show me everything you've got."
Count Dracula was wrapped in a broad crimson cloak, striking a rather stylish pose. His tone brimmed with confidence, making him look exactly like one of those arrogant Dragon Ball bosses—except bosses who said lines like that usually got blasted into dust by a Kamehameha.
Richard figured Count Dracula probably had never heard of Dragon Ball, or he would not have raised such a suicidal flag. Or perhaps Dracula truly overflowed with confidence and still did not take this human seriously, even after suffering a small setback.
And that was indeed the case. Who was Count Dracula? The king of vampires, an immortal legend, the supreme existence among the entire vampire race. He had seen that Richard had not used his full strength just now, but neither had he. What he had shown was merely the tip of the iceberg.
This human before him might possess some unusual abilities and perhaps even a power that restrained vampires, but so what? At the end of the day, he was only human. Could a mere human truly turn the world upside down?
Dark clouds began gathering in the pitch-black night sky, with black lightning churning behind them. Pale bolts flashed like elusive thunder dragons, roaring downward in a display of intimidation.
This was the authority Dracula possessed as the strongest vampire. He could even summon clouds and rain, changing the weather itself.
He was showing off, displaying his power to intimidate his opponent while forcing the other side to reveal his trump card.
Even now, Dracula had never doubted that eliminating these three people would be effortless. It was only Richard and Gwen's appearance that made him curious about what the world had become during his slumber.
Gwen's little face changed slightly at the thunder in the