Chapter 103: The Twelve Trials—The First Life

Gazing toward Mingchuan’s direction, the vampire Dracula spread his black, angelic wings. Seeing this, the soldiers of the Eastern Alliance instinctively opened fire on him, but every bullet fell harmlessly before the beating wings.

“Treshi Mistela! Come out and face me! I can already sense your presence!” Dracula was strikingly handsome; though his wings marked him as no mere human, most would still see him as a dark-winged angel.

“Heh! Devil wings are devil wings—why hide them?” Mingchuan couldn’t help but respond. Floating midair, he leapt over the railing with a bound toward Dracula.

Just as everyone expected him to land on the ground, a solid, grounded footfall rang out from midair. Mingchuan stood straight, not even clad in a mech suit.

“You’d better put on your mech, or you won’t stand a chance!” Dracula warned.

“No need for your concern. I didn’t expect you to just wait for us to come and die, but instead... bravely step out and face death!” Mingchuan took a few firm steps, his confident footfalls echoing as if he truly walked on air.

“Trying to provoke me? I’m not just anyone. I’m here to take out those insignificant but delaying soldiers of yours. They still have some use!” Dracula laughed menacingly. “So, Treshi Mistela, won’t you fight me to the death? I’ll let you strike first.”

“No need! I’m not wearing an ‘angel’ mech to satisfy your tastes. But...” Mingchuan drew a weapon akin to a Japanese katana and sliced an arc through the air. Instantly, several special violet crystals appeared floating in midair.

“Not an ‘angel’, but something else!” Suddenly, the eight violet crystals began to glow, and in less than a second, eight powerful beams shot out!

Dracula’s pupils dilated sharply as his black wings rose to shield him completely. The violet beams blasted against his wings, energy surging uncontrollably; eight explosions detonated before him, knocking him backward.

“Hah!” Dracula inhaled deeply, flashing a wicked grin. “Not bad. I like it!”

“Glad to hear it! Have another!” Mingchuan waved his hand, and the eight violet lights began to gather anew.

“Ah...” Suddenly, Dracula let out a long, trailing scream. Though Mingchuan felt nothing himself, he understood the gravity of the situation.

“Ultrasonic attack!?” Those behind him began to weaken; Eastern Alliance soldiers collapsed one after another. The echo reverberated throughout the building, probably affecting every living thing inside. Some mass-produced Satans even exploded outright.

“Vampires! Charge!” Dracula sneered. From the subway exit, a swarm of vampires surged forth.

“Captain, we can’t hold on much longer!” A voice crackled through the comms. His teammates had not yet recovered from the assault.

“You can do it, Dracula!” Mingchuan’s gaze burned fiercely, a flash of red flickering in his eyes.

“But so can I!” He raised his right hand, electricity crackling from his fingertips. “You play with sound waves; I’ll play with electric waves!”

Suddenly, Mingchuan swept his hand, and a massive lightning bolt connected him to the building. Electricity surged rapidly, and within a second, the entire structure was alive with electric current.

“Mingchuan...” Through the comms, Wen Xin’s gritted voice reached his ears. Though Mingchuan controlled the current to avoid harming humans, the tingling sensation was deeply unsettling.

In midair, all flying vampires were ensnared by the electric net, unable to advance as scorch marks began to singe their bodies.

“Impressive, the one the Doctor chose. I like your strength!” Suddenly, a massive black sword resembling bat wings appeared in Dracula’s hands. Flapping his wings, Dracula teleported before Mingchuan.

But Mingchuan seemed to have anticipated this. His holy sword slashed directly at Dracula. The clash unleashed a powerful shockwave, dispersing energy all around.

The eight violet crystals immediately fired at Dracula. He wisely dodged, refusing to take the hit, but several trapped vampires lay in the line of fire.

Though controlled by Mingchuan’s electric net, a few powerful vampires managed to break free. Mech pilots from the United Kingdom quickly responded, engaging the escaping vampires.

“One-on-one fights don’t have to involve others, do they?” Mingchuan muttered as he surged forward with speed beyond human limits, appearing before Dracula in an instant. “Swallow Return!”

Three slashes of swordlight cut across Dracula’s body.

No blood was seen, but Dracula was caught off guard and only then managed a desperate teleport away.

“Truly the one the Doctor chose, casually cutting down one of my lives. No matter, I still have eleven left...” Suddenly, Dracula’s aura surged violently. His black wings were replaced by a pair of demonic ones.

“Very well! Come! Let me show you the second form of the perfect creation, Treshi Mistela!”