The vampire lord relied on his ghostlike speed, weaving through the great hall while releasing mental shockwaves that made Wanda and Steve feel dizzy and lightheaded. He seemed to relish the sensation of toying with his prey.
Only Saitama had been standing in the same spot since entering. He hadn't moved at all—his eyes were even half-closed, like he was dozing off.
The vampire lord noticed that strange bald man too. There was no aura of a powerhouse on him, no energy fluctuations, and not the slightest hint of fear—like an ordinary person who had wandered in by mistake. And that, instead, made the lord feel a trace of unease.
After probing a few times, the lord decided to deal with this "ordinary man" first.
His body split again into hundreds of bats, releasing a piercing sonic shriek as the swarm surged toward Saitama like a black whirlwind. Every bat opened a mouth packed with dense needlelike fangs.
Captain America and Wanda cried out at the same time, "Watch out!"
Genos only observed calmly. He knew Sensei didn't need any warning.
In an instant, the bat swarm engulfed Saitama—about to chew him to pieces.
Just as all the bats gathered together, forming the shape of the vampire lord again, preparing to solidify and deliver the final strike
Saitama, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.
Then, toward the vampire lord who had only just reassembled and hadn't even stabilized his form yet, Saitama threw a straight punch.
No fancy effects. No shockwaves. Just an ordinary, simple punch.
"Thump!"
A dull sound, like punching through a sack stuffed with cotton.
The vampire lord's elegant smile froze on his face. He felt like he'd been hit head-on by a falling meteor. The pain in his chest exploded through his entire body. He shot backward like a kite with its string snapped, smashing through three ancient stone walls before finally stopping in a heap of shattered bricks and rubble.
He struggled to rise—then suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark, blackish blood. Lowering his gaze, he saw a clear fist imprint caved into his chest.
What terrified him even more was that his proud fangs had actually snapped in half from that impact!
Lying in the ruins, he stared at the bald man who slowly withdrew his fist, wearing the same expression as if he'd just swatted a mosquito. His voice trembled with fear he couldn't understand.
"Y-You… you're not a mortal!"
Saitama looked at him, then looked at his own fist, muttering in confusion, "Vampires… aren't they supposed to be afraid of garlic and crosses? How come he's down after one punch? Did the legends get something wrong?"
Captain America and Wanda exchanged a look. In each other's eyes was the same shock… and a hint of helplessness.
This mission… seemed to have ended early again.
Not long after, a new case emerged in New York.
A series of bizarre bank vault robberies had taken place. The thick metal vault doors were completely intact, yet the cash and valuables inside had vanished without a trace. The only thing left behind was a strange kind of sand—abnormally fine and smooth.
All surveillance footage captured was a sudden sandstorm-like whirlwind that appeared out of nowhere, swallowing everything.
S.H.I.E.L.D. traced the clues to a supervillain with a criminal record from years ago—Flint Marko, "Sandman," someone capable of turning his body into sand.
But this time, Sandman seemed stronger and more cunning than ever. He could become quicksand and slip into underground pipe systems, and he could also control sandstorms. Ordinary physical attacks passed right through his sandy form, unable to cause any real damage.
(End of Chapter)
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