Fang Cheng unleashed his momentum wantonly, silencing thousands of vampires in the castle.
Those below the A level were directly crushed to the ground, their whole bodies felt weak and they had difficulty breathing.
Those with A-level or above have stiff bodies and are sweating profusely, as if they had just been fished out of the water.
The whole castle could hear a needle drop, and no one dared to say a word, not even to take a deep breath.
Even on the top table, he could not escape the influence. Joyce, who was the weakest, had a stiff expression and sweat on his forehead.
The lich Apollonius and the Ghoul King each stopped their movements, and the other party stared at them with eager eyes.
It seemed that Fang Cheng was dissatisfied with his sudden outburst.
But they did not overwhelm the guests, they just excluded the momentum and gave the initiative to the owner of the castle.
Dracula was not affected in any way. Momentum can only be used to bully the weak.
"Provoking you? Mr. Fang, I'm sorry I can't understand what you mean."
Dracula smiled and said: "I am just dealing with a traitor, why am I provoking you? Could it be..."
His smile gradually faded, and his momentum gradually increased: "Are you the person behind this traitor?"
The two sides began to violently collide and squeeze with their substantial auras, and the air seemed to turn into a viscous liquid, making it difficult to move and breathe.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
The porcelain tableware on the dining table began to crack, and cracks appeared on the marble tabletop and on the walls of the observation deck.
Daisy and Rowell, standing behind Dracula, were sweating profusely.
With levels over 70, they could barely even watch the battle at close range.
What's more, Fang Cheng and Dracula haven't taken action at all, they are just looking at each other affectionately.
Just when the collision of momentum between the two sides almost reached its peak, Dracula suddenly withdrew his momentum: "I believe Mr. Fang will not place a mole next to me, but Salina was appointed as my messenger, but... Those who want to deliberately sow discord between me and Mr. Fang must be punished."
Just because your favorability towards me is minus 85, does this relationship still need to be instigated?
However, Dracula took the initiative to take a step back, and Fang Cheng also walked down the steps and calmed down his momentum.
He came to this night banquet mainly because he wanted to know more information about the evil god or his mother from Dracula, and he had no interest in taking the initiative to fight.
The momentum on both sides subsided, and the castle finally returned to normal.
Daisy and Rowell could breathe easier, but they no longer dared to look down on Fang Cheng, or even raise their heads to look at his face.
He is worthy of being the vampire who defeated the Blood Queen and the Death Knight and was recognized as the strongest opponent by his father.
They even vaguely felt that Dracula seemed not as powerful as Fang Cheng in terms of momentum.
There was an awkward silence for a while, and then Fang Cheng broke it: "You said Salina wanted to drive a wedge between you and me, how come I didn't know?"
He remembered that Salina's strategy of "borrowing a knife to kill someone" was a spur-of-the-moment idea and she didn't tell anyone at all.
Unless Dracula forces it out of her.
No, maybe the old fox knew that Salina would do this from the beginning, so he sent her there on purpose.
Dracula smiled and said: "Mr. Fang has forgotten. After Salina went to Area 11, she sneak-attacked a close friend of yours named 'Sato Hayato'. This was not an order I gave her."
Fang Cheng's guess was correct. Dracula did know from the beginning that Salina would add drama to him, so he deliberately sent her to deliver the message.
Success or not, there was no way Salina would come back alive.
But she came back intact.
Dracula thought for a few seconds with his medieval antique brain and realized that Salina could only survive by completely surrendering to Fang Cheng. There was no other possibility.
Even complete surrender is not enough, you must show your own value, such as becoming a mole and returning to Dracula to lurk.
Dracula used his own abilities to test Selina and found that her consciousness had been artificially modified and could not be corrected.
He considered using Salina to convey wrong information to mislead Fang Cheng.
But finding that this was neither efficient nor meaningful, he gave up the plan, imprisoned her, and kept her as a little toy until today.
"I hate traitors very much. No matter who they are, as long as they are associated with betrayal, they do not deserve to live in this world."
When Dracula said this, he seemed to be speaking to Fang Cheng, and also seemed to be speaking to the two young vampires behind him.
Or maybe he was talking to other people at the table. Everyone seemed to be able to hear what he meant in his tone.
"But Salina has been with me for a long time after all, and I am willing to give her a chance, as long as she can win this duel with Lucas."
Dracula looked at Fang Cheng: "What do you think of this punishment? Mr. Fang."
Fang Cheng nodded: "In the Ganges River."
I don’t know what this old bat is up to, so just play with him.
Dracula smiled slightly: "Winning or losing alone is meaningless, why don't we take a gamble?"
His words were not only spoken to Fang Cheng, but also to other people present.
"puff."
Aziz, the King of the Ghouls, spits out a bone on the table and speaks Arabic to Dracula.
He was obviously a ghoul, but his tone was surprisingly honest.
No one present had studied this language, but his translation skills were so ordinary that everyone could understand what he was saying.
"Vampire, what bargaining chip can you offer? A nest of bats?"
Fang Cheng felt a slight movement in his heart. It seemed that this bald ghoul not only had a negative opinion of himself, but also had a bad opinion of Dracula.
Dracula didn't mind his ridicule and said with a smile: "The whereabouts of a piece of my mother's body, is this enough of a bargaining chip?"
There was a sudden silence on the table.
Mother's existence is no longer a secret to these people who are at the top of the monster biological chain.
The main problem is the whereabouts of the body.
Yi Xie'ai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly heard her voice in Fang Cheng's mind.
"Promise him!"
As long as it concerns my mother, this unreliable evil god will always come online immediately.
Fang Cheng did not agree immediately, but prepared to observe first.
In the silence, Apollonius suddenly took out a palm-sized crystal skull from his body and placed it on the table.
"John Dee's collection can withstand a fatal attack. The man wins the bet."
Apollonius' voice was hoarse and deep, reminiscent of an arid, cracked river bottom.
Aziz glanced at the crystal skull and said in a simple and honest tone that did not match his appearance: "The man will win the position in the Temple of Amon."
Amon is the seventh demon god among the 72 demon gods of King Solomon. Legend has it that he left a temple in the endless desert. As long as you enter the temple, you can gain his powerful ability to know the past and the future.
Joyce took out a pendant made of a wolf tooth. This was a totem object made from the teeth of the first-generation werewolf. It could summon the spirits of ancestors three times to help in battle.
Peng Jie also took out a well-preserved yellow talisman with great interest.
This is the Five Thunder Talisman to Suppress Evil Spirits painted by Zhang Daoling, the founder of Taoism.
As soon as this talisman was taken out, except for Fang Cheng, the other monsters present felt like a light on their backs, as if they were stabbed by electricity.
Fang Cheng was also quite speechless. You, a zombie, actually took out the things belonging to your mortal enemy and even used them for bets.
Aren't you afraid that someone will use this magic talisman to photograph you on the forehead?
Peng Jie seemed to really not care and put the talisman on the table: "I'll bet... the man will win."
Fang Cheng wanted to open the zombie's Tianling Cap to see if his brain was still there.
Are you not with me?
How to bet on the opponent to win?
Peng Jie cast an apologetic look at Fang Cheng.
And his words actually resonated in Fang Cheng's heart: "Sorry, brother, the other side seems to have a higher chance of winning. Let's bet on both sides. I will also give you the bottom line, so as not to lose everything."
Fang Cheng was numb, why the hell is there such a reason, and do I look like someone who will lose?
He muttered silently in his mind: "What is your ability?"
"He has a clear mind."
"Aren't you a zombie? How come you have the magical power of a bald...monk?"
"Are you trying to say bald donkey?"
Fang Cheng glanced at him, "We can't chat if you do this."
What I want to say is a bald monk, not a bald donkey.
Peng Jie chuckled: "I am a person who loves learning, so I know a little bit about everything."
If it weren't for the system's judgment, Fang Cheng would have doubted whether this guy was a zombie, carrying Taoist talismans and Buddhist magical powers.
Two sworn enemies have made you a zombie.
Not only the people at the top, but also the vampires below started gambling. Everyone took out their bets, and only Fang Cheng was left in the end.
As a person who is sworn in with gambling and drugs, Fang Cheng has always refused to gamble, especially the kind with huge amounts.
But now that there are no steps to go down, we can't say, 'I didn't bring anything to show off, and you guys have fun.'
He, the Blood Emperor, also wants to save face.
To be honest, there are indeed a lot of things that can be used as bets, and now there is the thunder hammer in the shadow, Doji Kiri Yasuna, Onikiri, and that weird motorcycle.
But after much thought, he finally chose another bet.
"My bet is - the whereabouts of my mother's body."
There was silence on the table again.
Everyone looked at Fang Cheng and then at Dracula. Are you talking about the same one?
Dracula didn't seem to have this concern, but asked with a smile: "Mr. Fang, who are you going to beat to win?"
Fang Cheng also smiled slightly: "Nonsense, of course... the man wins."
Peng Jie almost stared out of his eyes, and the expressions of the others were not much better.
No, you care so much about that woman, and you almost got into a fight with Dracula, and now you tell me that the one who dominates the man wins?
The speed of turning into Rufeng really outdid everyone.
And if all-in men win, doesn’t that mean there are no losers? How is this a bet?
Of course, if Dracula is the banker, then you can continue to gamble.
Just as Dracula was about to speak, Fang Cheng continued: "I'm just kidding, of course I am the one who beats the girl to win, and I will be the banker. Which of you is in favor and who is against?"
Everyone looked at Dracula again. He was the only one who could compete with Fang Cheng for the banker's position.
Dracula chose to back down: "Of course, no problem, let Mr. Fang take charge."
He clearly uses Salina to provoke Fang Cheng, but always gives in at critical moments, which is incomprehensible.
