Villains Die from Talking Too Much

After a moment's thought, Russell gave up. He couldn't kill Dracula, and Dracula was helpless against him. There was no need to waste a card here.

Moreover, Dracula's power is only due to his Immortal Body; in other aspects, he is at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, equipment, and appearance. It should be Dracula who is anxious.

Russell touched the Cross necklace on his chest, considering the pros and cons of giving it to Van Helsing. After thinking it over carefully, he decided that keeping it would be useless, and returning it might help him complete the mission.

The only drawback is that it might be embarrassing!

Haha, how much is face worth to someone who does great things?

Russell felt much more at ease; he decided not to do anything big and would rather let the money rot in his hands than return it!

While he was still struggling with his inner conflict, Dracula had already started fighting Van Helsing, and it was a one-sided battle.

More than four hundred years ago, Dracula died at the hands of Van Helsing. Four hundred years later, Van Helsing was powerless to fight back and was beaten to a pulp. He only survived because of his tenacious physique and willpower.

In the original story, the two were vastly different in strength, and Van Helsing was able to fight Dracula only when he transformed into Werewolf.

Having never been bitten by Werewolf, he naturally gets utterly thrashed when facing Dracula alone. The reason he wasn't killed is partly due to his powerful physique, but the deeper reason is that Dracula didn't kill him, mocking his opponent and avenging his past humiliation.

Van Helsing couldn't defeat Dracula, let alone kill him. Russell quietly made a gesture, signaling everyone to seize the opportunity and attack together. Evil spirits don't need to talk about chivalry.

But as the battle continued, Russell suddenly realized that something was wrong. Van Helsing gradually began to fight on equal footing with the transformed Dracula, and the battle changed from one-sided to a back-and-forth struggle.

The cross necklace in his hand flew out in a hurry. Russell narrowed his eyes slightly and noticed the change. Van Helsing's dark pupils turned into dark gold at some point. The decadent temperament of the past was restrained, and his expression was solemn and majestic, as if he was a new person.

Did you need to poop?

Russell gestured again, indicating that the situation had changed and they should remain on hold for the time being.

Van Helsing's longsword had long been knocked into the abyss, and now he was fighting Dracula bare-handed. Russell waved his hand to create a curtain of water as a Defense Barrier, watching the two fight up close and looking for an opportunity to finish them off.

"Gabriel, I knew it was you. That's right. The person I wanted to defeat wasn't Van Helsing!" Dracula grinned excitedly, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, and began to take seriously the battle he saw as his destiny and his revenge.

Van Helsing remained unmoved, his cold features seemingly devoid of emotion. He grabbed Dracula's claws that were aimed at his chest, flipped him over his shoulder, and pinned him to the ground.

Then, grabbing his arm and twisting it forcefully, breaking tendons and bones, Dracula's arm bent backward. Immediately afterwards, a high-kick, axe-like downward slash struck Dracula's head, shoving his entire face into the stone slab.

The suspended stone path cracked open with a gap the width of a thumb, accompanied by a slight sway, as if it could break in half at any moment.

"That's how it is..."

Dracula grinned and raised his head. With his Immortal Body, pain only fueled his fighting spirit. He swiftly and cleanly severed the arm that he couldn't break free with his claws.

If you're ruthless to yourself, you'll naturally be even more ruthless to your enemies!

Dracula flapped his wings to turn, then rapidly accelerated, creating a whirlwind for propulsion. His massive 3-meter-tall body slammed into Van Helsing, sending him flying through the air, and relentlessly pursued him.

With one hand pressing down on Van Helsing's head and the other on his chest, he accelerated his charge again, crashing violently into the tower behind him.

With a deafening crash, the two were buried in the rubble. The next second, Dracula was sent flying backward, flapping his wings to slow himself down and barely managing to stop. Just as he regained his balance, Van Helsing, who was in pursuit, punched him in the face.

Click!

His fangs flew off, and Dracula's head spun 180 degrees, facing backward with a snarling expression. He grabbed his head and forcefully turned it back, shaking it a couple of times before it returned to normal.

A heavy and brutal whip kick came, and Dracula raised his arms to block, but little did he know that this move was just a feint.

Van Helsing pulled his leg back, touched the ground with his toes, and used that leg as a pivot to deliver a powerful side whip kick to Dracula's back.

Dracula staggered, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. Recalling the fear of being dominated four hundred years ago, his face immediately darkened. His black claws shot out, and his rage was about to erupt when a large hand pressed down on his face, forcefully silencing his roar.

The world spun before his eyes, Dracula felt a sharp pain in the back of his head as Van Helsing slammed his head against the ground.

The blow was so powerful that it made Dracula dizzy and disoriented. The solid stone path crumbled instantly, and the two of them fell from the sky into the bottomless abyss.

Russell waved his hand, stirring up the water to pull Van Helsing up. The latter stood expressionless by the broken bridge, raising his hand to beckon into the abyss.

Clang!

The fallen longsword transformed into a silver chain and flew back into his hand. He casually swung it down twice, and soon Dracula's scream echoed.

Russell nodded in agreement. Dracula's transformation from easily defeating Van Helsing to being easily defeated by Van Helsing proved an age-old truth.

The villain died because he was too talkative!

This principle applies to everyone: when you have the upper hand in a fight, never show off or brag unnecessarily, as it will give your opponent time to catch their breath.

Keep in mind that the little time you leave behind, though seemingly short, is enough for the opponent to unleash a barrage of attacks and then forcefully turn the tables and win.

Boom!!!

The collapsed stone path suddenly broke apart. Knowing he was no match for the enemy, Dracula finally remembered that he still had air superiority. He flapped his wings, smashed the bridge, and leaped after the falling Van Helsing.

Screams echoed from the dark abyss, and soon Dracula flew up, missing limbs. Van Helsing rode on his back, scraping away flesh and blood with his longsword, finally prying off a pair of bat wings.

"Ah..."

Above the castle, Dracula's piercing scream echoed, and the two fell into the highest tower like kites with broken strings.

"You guys wait here for me, I'm going to go and grab... to cover the retreat!" Russell flew rapidly through the torrential rain, crashing straight through the wall and rushing into the tower.

Inside the tower's stone chamber, Dracula, having recovered from his self-healing, was pinned to the ground and taught a lesson by Van Helsing.

Countless vampire bats hung upside down on the roof, seemingly hibernating. Russell recognized the bats, grinned, and summoned a large amount of rainwater to fill them, before unleashing a full-power electric discharge.

Crackling sounds!

After the electricity was discharged, he remembered that Van Helsing was apparently inside as well.

It's not a big problem, it's not the first time anyway!

Eliminating Dracula was more important. Russell had no time to apologize. Seven Silver-white Giant Wolf leaped out from behind him, reaping the black bats that were not yet completely dead, and finally pounced on Dracula, covering him completely.

Rumble—

The tower collapsed, Russell found himself inside a blue water sphere, buried under the rubble. A torrential downpour swept up pieces of debris, and after clearing the area, he found three small bats in a crevice in the corner.

"Hey-hey..."

His smile grew increasingly unrestrained!