Chapter 496: I Don’t Need the Weak to Acknowledge
Chapter 496: I Don’t Need the Weak to Acknowledge
Fang Cheng felt baffled by Oli’s hostility.
Vampires were natural enemies who constantly fought and killed each other.
If Oli hated him because of Fang Cheng’s “noble vampire” identity, that would make sense.
But claiming revenge for Isis’ sake? That made no sense.
Isis stood alongside the legendary Earl Dracula as famous vampires, yet remained the prime target all vampires wanted dead.
For a vampire like Oli to seek vengeance for Isis was more absurd than a cat crying over dead mice.
Fang Cheng asked, “I defeated Isis. Shouldn’t vampires celebrate? I showed you the way.”
He’d proven disaster-level vampires could be taken out.
Others should’ve cheered.
“Shut up!” Oli’s pale face twisted with anger. “Don’t lump me with those fools.”
Fang Cheng tilted his head. “What’s your relationship with Isis?”
Oli’s gaze turned distant, voice softening with reverence.
“Her Majesty gave me new life. She’s my goddess. My savior.”
Raised in a broken home, Oli’s life had been misery.
Childhood trauma warped his personality, workplace injustices made him bitter.
At thirty, cancer struck. His wife stole everything and vanished. Jobless, he became a starving homeless man wearing rags.
Over a decade ago, Isis passed through North America and turned this wretch into a vampire.
To her, it was tossing a seed. To Oli? Rebirth.
He never forgot that winter night – sick and freezing, lying in snowy land awaiting death.
Then Isis descended like a goddess, pulling him from hell’s brink.
For Oli, Isis wasn’t some target. She became his sole salvation.
This devotion overrode even vampire instincts.
As a vampire, Oli searched years for Isis – to serve as her subordinate, slave, even her dog.
When she kept vanishing, he joined Gates of Heaven to harness their power for his quest.
Learning Fang Cheng killed his goddess filled Oli’s heart with rage and despair.
But he knew the gap between them. He needed Gates of Heaven’s might.
Fang Cheng didn’t know Oli’s full story, but the man’s expression told enough.
Fan mentality truly terrified – it could turn vampires into hopeless admirers.
However, given Isis’s beauty and charm, it would’ve been strange if she had no hopeless admirers.
Memories stoked Oli’s anger further – his eyes burned crimson while sharp fangs protruded from his lips.
“I don’t recognize you as the Blood Emperor! You reek nothing like vampires! You must’ve tricked Her Majesty through foul means! I, Hunter Oli, the Queen’s servant, shall restore her honor!”
Oli declared like some chivalric knight, refusing to acknowledge Fang Cheng as either vampire or Blood Emperor.
“Neither you nor any weakling gets to define what I am.”
Fang Cheng saw no point arguing with this deluded follower. He spread his arms wide. “Recognition from inferiors means nothing!”
The power he’d restrained since arriving in North America erupted outward. A terrifying presence materialized around Fang Cheng, exploding in all directions like a shockwave.
Residual toxic gas vanished instantly. Cracks spiderwebbed across cement ground as howling winds filled the air. Oli braced against the gale, clothes snapping violently. Behind him, Erica and Jack stumbled backward, fear cracking their expressions.
They’d only learned Fang Cheng’s true identity from the bald man when tonight’s trap activated. Though devout Gates of Heaven believers, facing this monster who’d slain disaster-level vampires chilled their hearts.
Previously, Fang Cheng’s harmless demeanor – merely disciplining Erica and Jack for minor provocations – made his fearsome reputation seem exaggerated. Now his unleashed power confirmed every terrifying legend.
“Oli!”
The bald man’s smugness vanished as Fang Cheng’s aura intensified. He barked orders: “Attack now!”
No longer underestimating their foe, the trio produced serum-filled syringes and jammed needles into their necks.
Red light flashed in Fang Cheng’s eyes as he disrupted their transformation.
Thwip! Thwip!
Blood crystallized into blades inside their bodies, shredding through flesh to create three humanoid pincushions.
“Grahhh!” The attack couldn’t kill vampire Oli. He roared skyward, body ballooning from 1.7m to 3.5m, garments bursting at seams. His skin grayed, muscles swelling grotesquely. His face morphed into bat-like features with jagged teeth, while leathery wings and a spiked tail erupted from his back – mirroring Count Dracula’s final form from “Van Helsing,” equal parts bat and demon.
The serum resurrected even the fallen Erica and Jack. One became a Hulk-like black giant radiating stereotypical “woke” gay vibes. The other mutated into a snake-haired Medusa clone.
Within moments, three colossal monstrosities stood opposing Fang Cheng, their enhanced forms somehow resisting his overwhelming pressure.
Ye Yuqing put on her armor and said eagerly, “Leave the black giant and the snake woman to me.”
She had been standing aside maintaining her cold demeanor the whole time, almost unable to hold back anymore.
Fang Cheng replied casually, “Sure.”
Oli launched his attack first, stepping forward and slashing his claws toward Fang Cheng from a distance.
Blood flowed from his claw tips, forming five crescent-shaped blades that shot at Fang Cheng and Ye Yuqing.
Ye Yuqing slipped on her boots and dodged swiftly.
Fang Cheng stayed rooted in place. The five blades tore through the air and shattered like glass upon hitting him.
The fragments flew past Fang Cheng and slammed into the wall with a deafening clang.
The thick wall and its steel layers were sliced open like tofu, exposing the dense earth behind.
Oli swung his claws rapidly, his speed so fast they became a blurry afterimage.
Countless red blades formed a crimson torrent.
The blades ripped through the air with ear-piercing screeches, surging toward Fang Cheng in endless waves.
Fang Cheng stood unmoving like a boulder in a river. Every blade shattered against him, their debris riddling the wall behind with holes and filling the air with smoke.
Ye Yuqing didn’t interfere in Fang Cheng’s battle with Oli. She circled around the vampire and dashed toward the black giant Jack.
Jack roared and slammed his massive arms down at her.
His fists struck the cement ground like pile drivers, cracking the solid surface instantly.
Ye Yuqing sidestepped and whipped a sweeping kick at his neck.
Jack’s neck twisted grotesquely as his bulky body was sent flying.
Erica stared at Ye Yuqing mid-air, hissing like a snake to reveal four fangs and a forked tongue.
The serpents on her head hissed in unison, creating a horrifying scene.
Golden light glowed from her eyes, enveloping Ye Yuqing.
Ye Yuqing’s body stiffened abruptly, her skin beginning to turn stone-gray.
The Medusa’s Gaze—a legendary curse said to petrify victims through mere eye contact.
Seizing the chance, the snakes on Erica’s head swelled and lunged at Ye Yuqing, engulfing her completely.
Boom!
Scorching black flames erupted, burning the snakes to ash.
Ye Yuqing now wore additional silver armor, black flames swirling around her to purge the petrifying energy.
Tsukimi Narumi didn’t manifest, but the intense aura of hatred was already affecting Ye Yuqing’s emotions.
Her icy expression radiated inviolable authority.
“Aaargh!”
Jack charged at her like a battering ram.
Ye Yuqing punched his colliding shoulder, creating a loud blast with visible shockwaves rippling outward.
Jack’s charge was stopped dead, while Ye Yuqing skidded backward.
The black giant spread his arms and lunged to grapple her.
Ye Yuqing blocked his arms, then gripped his wrists and yanked hard.
Jack’s massive body spun wildly before being hurled at Erica.
Erica had just extinguished the black flames on her snakes when Jack crashed into her, sending them tumbling together.
Across San Francisco, the bald man hid in a secret bunker, watching the battle via surveillance feeds.
After faking his death at the villa, he’d fled across half the city to hide.
He knew exactly what kind of enemies he faced and couldn’t afford mistakes.
Even watching remotely felt risky—he feared being tracked.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
His private phone rang. He answered immediately, adopting a respectful tone. “Mr. Tony.”
A playful voice came through.
“How’s it going, Tony?”