Little Broly and little Curze had perfectly inherited their father Liam Price’s personality.
Having found the mastermind who bombed their house, the two kids didn’t waste a single breath on words.
They jumped straight to one word: fight!
“Atatata—!” Little Broly instantly appeared in front of Dracula, throwing a machine-gun barrage of punches directly at the vampire progenitor’s angular face.
At the very first blow, Dracula was frightened into transforming directly into his second form.
His chainmail burst apart as his muscles bulged and twisted.
He turned into a taller, beefier demonic brute with two horns atop his head and a face as hideous as a fiend.
In this form, Dracula’s strength was greatly increased, and more importantly, he became far tougher and more resilient to beatings.
Dracula could swear to the sun that the punches he just ate had more force than a 12.5mm autocannon.
If he hadn’t switched to his second form in time, he likely wouldn’t have survived a single punch!
Even so, Dracula was forced back step by step by little Broly, smashing through piles of tables and chairs in the council hall until he was nearly embedded into the building’s solid granite wall.
“Enough!” When more than half of his fangs—teeth sharp enough to endorse a dental clinic—were shattered, the vampire count finally snapped.
“How dare you do this to me!” His body suddenly dissolved into mist, escaping from underneath Broly’s tiny fists.
To Dracula’s horror, however, no sooner had he reassembled from the mist than a surging, excruciating pain tore through his internals.
“WTF!” The count uttered a rare curse.
Because some bad kid had stuffed his belly full of peeled garlic cloves!
Rewinding time back one minute: Seeing his older brother Broly rush in to beat up the big boss, little Curze had initiated his own plan.
The boy’s psychic foresight was overwhelmingly powerful.
Back when their home was shelled by the vampires, he had already foreseen fragments of the future.
Thus, little Curze had prepared ahead of time: he had taken a bag of garlic, a kitchen knife, and a bottle of ketchup from the food cart at home.
When the sound barrier broken by little Broly’s lightning-fast movements shook the vampire elders and Nandor dizzy, Curze, being a kind-hearted soul, immediately stepped forward to give them some “medical treatment.” Primarchs all possessed super-brains—and not the useless kind that could only solve problems by smashing with super strength.
Having spent a week browsing the internet using the modified scouter, Curze had learned quite a bit of interesting knowledge beyond movies, comics, and novels.
For instance: anatomy.
*Swish, swish, swish—* Little Curze darted up to the collapsed vampires and deftly made neat, minimally invasive incisions across their chests, his blade precisely avoiding every vital organ.
Then, while their wounds had yet to heal, he stuffed handfuls of peeled garlic cloves directly into their body cavities, one by one.
While whole garlic couldn’t inflict lethal damage like concentrated garlic extract, the problem was that it remained inside their bodies.
Which was utterly horrific.
The elders and Nandor were all purebloods, and the cuts were tiny, so they healed almost instantly.
But the moment they regained their senses, they felt as if they were being stabbed repeatedly from the inside out, twisting their faces in agony.
“You little brat!” Seeing what little Curze had done to him, Nandor gritted his teeth and stood up, intent on grabbing the “little boy” and tearing him to pieces.
The moment he stood, however, the pressure of his internal organs combined with gravity caused those garlic cloves to shift uncontrollably toward other areas.
What had been localized agony instantly turned into a living death by a thousand cuts…
performed from the inside out!
With a bloodcurdling shriek, he collapsed back onto the ground before he could even stay upright for half a second.
And that scream caused his internal organs to shift slightly once more, making the stinging pain from the garlic grow exponentially worse.
Seeing his miserable plight, the remaining vampire elders gasped in horror, instantly repenting.
Staying completely still left the pain at a bearable level, but any movement made it multiply exponentially.
In an instant, the way they looked at little Curze became terrified—as if they were looking at King Yanluo himself.
Regarding the terror he reaped from these vampires, little Curze felt nothing special; he simply thought these vampires had brought it upon themselves.
Since they usually enjoyed treating ordinary humans as playthings and food, wasn’t it entirely fair and reasonable for someone stronger to do whatever they wished to them when they finally met their match?
“Lie down nicely, don’t move, and don’t make a sound.
In a little while, someone will come to relieve you.” Leaving them with those words and absolute despair, little Curze turned his gaze toward Count Dracula, who was currently being pounded against the wall by his big brother.
Although he possessed formidable psychic foresight, Curze couldn’t know every single detail of the future; he could only see specific fragments.
One such fragment showed the vampire in his second form escaping little Broly’s assault by turning into mist.
Out of respect for this big boss, Curze hurled the rest of the garlic remaining in his plastic bag all at once.
Because he had already foreseen where Dracula would reassemble his body, the thrown garlic entered Dracula’s body seamlessly and “painlessly.” Not a single clove was wasted!
Dracula was completely paralyzed with pain.
Worse still, having just used his mist spell, he had to wait several minutes before he could cast it again to purge the garlic from his body.
“You forced my hand!” Dracula bellowed—only for his stomach to flare up in even greater agony.
Just as little Broly flashed in front of him again, ready to unleash another round of “Atatata,” Dracula violently flipped his wrist.
A ray shot forth from his palm.
Little Broly dodged sharply mid-air, but unexpectedly, the ray zig-zagged through the air and ultimately struck its target.
“Get off me!” The instant he was struck by the ray, Broly clenched his fists, and a surge of majestic green aura instantly erupted from his body.
His pupils turned crimson, and his green hair stood straight up.
Yet Broly, who was braced to take damage, was surprised to find that he didn’t seem hurt at all.
The ray that hit him appeared to have had zero effect.
“What happened?”