A lot of the mbers that were present in the Altered Hunters squad had never seen Edvard directly fight.
They were aware of his position as one of the heads of the Altered Hunters Association, but unlike the other starred Altered Hunters, Edvard was not one of them.
It was quite possible that his actual strength was less than that of the current five-star hunters they were fighting with.
Right now, though, they had just witnessed a small part of Edvard’s strength as he blasted an attacking Werewolf into an unknown distance.
It gave them confidence; with him around, they could do sothing despite them being outnumbered, and it beca quite clear to them that they were very outnumbered.
The werewolves had co out of their hiding spots as they crawled out of tree trunks, jumped out of the bushes, and fell from the treetops.
“Everyone remain calm, use all of the items at your disposal and stick close to one another!” Donald shouted.
The Altered Hunters did as they were trained; although so of them might have been lower-starred Altered Hunters, they all had stars, they all had been in a situation where they needed to fight against inhuman creatures.
A group around the edge pulled out their electrifying bolts and fired them into the distance and into the trees.
The werewolves’ quick movent speed allowed them to avoid them with ease, and then they leaped at the group itself.
The crossbows they were using had a type of special canister that could be implanted into the bottom.
Pulling objects out from their belt, they switched the canister and started to fire out again.
A small solid ball ejected and midway exploded into a special net. It tangled so of the unsuspecting werewolves and then started to electrify.
A large number of the Werewolves fell to the ground, but not all were trapped as others had managed to use their claws to break through the net before anything activated, and then there were those that were able to stand up despite the net electrifying their body.
“Make sure the ones on the ground can’t get back up!” Ozacas shouted. “We’ll focus on fighting them head-on.”
Several claws ca Ozacas’ way, and he swung his single sword, hitting them to the side. He held the sword firmly in front of him.
However, Ozacas was finding it difficult to cause major damage as there were too many that were attacking him at the sa ti.
Donald was using a large mace and had whacked one of the werewolves right in the stomach, but they weren’t taking them down in one hit, and with how many they were, he couldn’t focus on finishing them off as he pulled his weapon back out.
“There’s too many of them for us to focus on!” Donald shouted.
The sound of screaming n was heard at the side as a Werewolf was on top of one of their mbers.
He was holding the sword, trying to stop the Werewolf from biting down on his body.
Seeing this, Ozacas pulled a circular red object a little bigger than a marble and hit it with the flat side of his sword.
The small red object landed right in the Werewolf’s mouth and then ignited, exploding.
Smoke ca out of the Werewolf’s mouth as its eyes looked like they were rolling to the back of its head.
Quickly, several Altered Hunters charged in, stabbing the Werewolf from every angle to finish it off.
At the sa ti, Edvard was working at an incredible speed. He was moving from mber to mber of the squad, defending them from what attacks he could.
He knocked large clawed hands away and then kicked them in the stomach, sending them flying in the distance.
He could quickly avoid a number of strikes and pulled the werewolves’ arm and lifted the entire body of another, slamming it into the ground.
Right after, two sharp objects were lodged into his skin; it had ripped through the Altered Hunters uniform.
“Damn those nails, they’re attacking from above!”
Edvard ran from his position, breaking away from the Altered Hunters, and ran directly up one of the tree trunks.
When they spotted him, the werewolves flicked their nails in his direction. Edvard jumped, avoiding most of them; even so of the nails hit tree branches and lodged themselves elsewhere, missing their target.
“I was wondering when our luck would start to change; it’s been so ti.”
Edvard bent his knees and then launched himself, hitting the Werewolf right in the chin. He kicked the werewolf’s body, flinging it to the side.
The werewolf crashed into the bottom of a large trunk, breaking it. The tree started to fall down and landed on a few of the Werewolves in the process.
“I bet you’re not used to this, soone being faster and stronger than you, superior to you guys in every way,” Edvard said with a smile. “It would be quite the shock to many in their system, and I guess I’m not ordinary among my own either.”
Looking at the situation, although the Altered Hunters were skilled enough, they were being overwheld.
“Leave them alone for so long, and they start to reproduce like bunnies; no wonder they decided to send in the big guns,” Edvard claid as he stood up.
“Co on then, co get ; I know all of you can sll , it must be irritating your noses, making you feel as if you’ve gone mad, right!”
One of the werewolves attacked Edvard, who jumped up at the right ti. The attack hit the branch, causing it to fall along with the Werewolf.
“Co on, I need to speed things up.” Edvard ran through the gardens, looking for any werewolf he could, getting as close as he could to them.
As he did, he would pull out a few hairs from their body and continue to rush off; before he knew it, he had a large group chasing after him through the gardens.
Eventually, he jumped down to a large bed of flowers, and now all of the werewolves surrounded him.
“Now we’re away from the eyes of others, I can get a bit more serious.” Edvard grabbed the mask on his face and chucked it to the side before preparing a pair of sunglasses to wear, but just before he placed them on, his eyes were glowing bright red, and blood aura was starting to swirl about around his body.
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