The Immortal Body!
Upon hearing about this seemingly formidable ability, Nicole and the others, who had arrived quietly, were all taken aback and turned to look at Anna, who appeared somewhat disheveled.
Anna shook her head, indicating she wasn't sure about it.
The infamous Dracula was not just a legend; everyone who had encountered him was dead, and those who knew about his powers were his most trusted subordinates, who could never reveal their boss's secrets to outsiders.
They exchanged worried glances at Zhao Lun, fearing that if he couldn't handle this enemy, their mission could be dealt a devastating blow.
Zhao Lun, however, showed no sign of fear, even when hearing about this invincible ability.
He smiled—though only a faint smile, it reassured everyone around him.
"Spread out," Zhao Lun instructed.
The ladies moved aside, even Mulan stepping back a little.
Boom! A burst of flame erupted around him, instantly turning the surroundings into a sea of fire. The fire expanded into a long serpentine blaze, charging toward Dracula.
Dracula, enraged, rushed toward Zhao Lun, not dodging the flaming serpent but charging directly into it.
Bang! The flame serpent was scattered on impact, and Dracula was scorched, his body covered in a layer of black ash.
"Useless! Flames cannot kill me!" Dracula continued to close the distance with Zhao Lun. As he moved away from the fire, his injuries rapidly healed, and in mere moments, he was as if untouched.
Zhao Lun cast several more spells, inflicting significant damage to Dracula, yet he quickly recovered each time. Finally, Dracula looked at him mockingly.
How could they continue this fight? Anna, Nicole, and Penelope's hearts sank in unison.
"Is magic useless?" Zhao Lun muttered, gazing at his wand. The wand crackled with sparks, as if protesting.
"Then let's change weapons," Zhao Lun said, putting away his wand and drawing a beautifully crafted scabbarded sword.
"Hum!" He gently pressed the mechanism, and the blade slid out of its sheath with a melodious hum.
"You're going to use a sword?" Dracula exclaimed in surprise.
His killing intent thickened, having refrained from attacking Zhao Lun directly up until now, treating the situation like a game of cat and mouse, enjoying the despair before delivering the final blow. This way, he could savor the greatest pleasure.
But now, seeing Zhao Lun discard magic for a sword, he thought the prey must have gone mad. A mad prey was no longer fun to toy with; Dracula decided to end the fight.
The ladies, who had never seen Zhao Lun wield a sword, were also shocked. Was he out of his mind, drawing a blade against an immortal being?
Penelope, who had always thought of Zhao Lun as an exceptional wizard, began to doubt whether he had lost his sanity.
"Yes, my offensive spells are limited, and your immortality is a nuisance to me. Magic is too troublesome."
"I feel it's easier to solve this with a sword."
"A kind reminder, the most deadly weapon I wield is this blade in my hand!"
Zhao Lun stated.
He had focused on collecting magical knowledge, spending most of his time in the library, and never bothered to study destructive spells. He felt the magic he knew was enough for now. Powerful destructive spells, like the unforgivable curses, had strict requirements, making them a hassle to learn.
If ordinary magic could handle the situation, why bother with the powerful spells? It felt like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, not to mention they were troublesome, and Zhao Lun was a bit lazy. The trouble caused by unnecessary magic wasn't worth the effort.
However, upon encountering Dracula, he was forced to reconsider.
Dracula was incredibly powerful, and his immortality was a cheat. Ordinary attacks wouldn't affect him at all.
Zhao Lun realized he would need to resort to specialized killing curses.
Killing curses were forbidden and classified as dark magic. The magical community frowned upon studying them, and those caught casting them were severely punished. Many wizards feared them and adhered strictly to these rules. Zhao Lun, with his own cheat, wasn't in a hurry to study these troublesome curses.
His cheat was the divine realm, his power came from the divine realm, and his confidence came from it. Magic was merely a hobby—when he didn't need it, he didn't rush to learn it. When he did need it, there was no rush; he could always "spawn" something stronger.
Tonight, he was using his cheat once again! Why again? Because Zhao Lun seldom relied on his external power in battle in front of others.
The first time he used the power of the divine realm to enhance himself, as a mere child, he defeated the hostile villagers, securing his survival. That victory was significant, but afterward, he rarely used this power in combat.
Suddenly changing weapons, Zhao Lun activated his cheat. A powerful aura surged from him, sharp as a blade, cutting toward Dracula.
Dracula was startled by the sharpness of the aura and flapped his wings, retreating rapidly before flying into the air, halting mid-flight.
With immortality, what was a mere sword wound to him? Even if the blade was sharp, he would heal and remain unscathed. Once he understood this, he hesitated no more, extending his massive claws and flapping his wings again, disregarding his injuries, charging once more.
Zhao Lun didn't dodge; he met Dracula head-on, his blade swinging. Whoosh! The air split as Dracula's chest was slashed open by the terrifying wound.
Zhao Lun's sword had struck Dracula, but Dracula's heavy fist also landed on Zhao Lun, sending him flying. Bang! He slammed against the stone wall.
The ladies watching gasped in horror, almost rushing to stop Dracula, but Mulan held them back. Zhao Lun soon proved their worries unfounded as he landed on the ground, seemingly unscathed, and his sword slashed once more, charging toward Dracula.
As he flew, Dracula's immortality kicked in. His chest was bleeding profusely, but the wound healed instantly. If he were a normal person, the blood loss would have been fatal.
"I told you! It's useless!" Dracula sneered as he recovered from the wound.
"Really? But I don't believe it!" Zhao Lun replied confidently.
"I don't believe it! Your power is endless, your recovery is endless!"
"I don't believe it! Let me cut off your head, let's see if your immortality still holds up!"
Zhao Lun was undeterred, swinging his sword decisively.
"You are too naive! I am immortal! My power will never run out! In the end, I will defeat you!" Dracula roared, not angered, but charging headfirst into Zhao Lun again, convinced that with his immortality and inexhaustible power, he could win. He never even considered the possibility of running out of strength, nor did he believe that anyone could deplete his power.
The battle raged on fiercely, with both sides carefully avoiding the ladies.