Chapter 389: Chapter 388 Terrifying Power
CLANG!
Ye Fan used the Yuanhong Sword to block. When the sword collided with the wolf-headed club, a massive explosion erupted at the point of impact. The resulting shockwave shot outward, instantly shearing through the ancient trees. It was an undeniable display of terrifying explosive power.
In the aftermath, Ye Fan struggled to support himself with the Yuanhong Sword. Both he and the Werewolf Leader now stood in the center of a large crater.
This power was truly fearso.
Such terrifying power. A werewolf’s physique truly is second to none! Ye Fan thought in shock.
The Werewolf Leader scoffed, "Weakling, is this all the strength you have? You disappoint ."
He swung the wolf-headed club again, clashing head-on with Ye Fan. Although the Yuanhong Sword was powerful, slicing off several of the club’s fangs with each collision, Ye Fan’s arms couldn’t withstand the repeated impacts. The ground around them had already been ravaged by the werewolf’s onslaught.
The two separated. Ye Fan’s arms trembled as blood dripped from the Yuanhong Sword. He was injured.
The Werewolf Leader sniffed the air, his excitent palpable. "Such a delicious scent of fresh blood! Your life is mine."
"Is that so?"
Ye Fan adjusted his movent technique and engaged the Werewolf Leader once more. Two intersecting streams of Sword Qi shot toward his opponent.
CLANG!
The Werewolf Leader blocked Ye Fan’s Sword Qi with his club. In that sa instant, Ye Fan moved, dashing toward his opponent with his sharpest movent technique. The Werewolf Leader scrambled to defend himself, but he was a step slower than Ye Fan.
Ye Fan’s sword pierced the werewolf’s shoulder. To evade the answering swing of the club, Ye Fan imdiately retreated.
"Ugh!"
The werewolf let out a muffled groan. Licking the blood from his shoulder, his battle prowess seed to increase rather than diminish. He swung the wolf-headed club down once more.
"Courting death!" Ye Fan roared. "Returning to the Sect Sword!"
He chopped down with his sword, instantly shattering the wolf-headed club. The force of the impact, however, sent a jarring pain up his arm, causing the Yuanhong Sword to slip from his grasp. Just as he moved to retrieve it, the Werewolf Leader’s fist smashed down.
Ye Fan had no choice but to retreat.
Now, neither of them had a weapon. It was a contest of pure physical strength.
A light breeze drifted by. Ye Fan moved, catching a falling leaf. He flicked it toward the werewolf, who instinctively raised a hand to block it. In that mont of distraction, Ye Fan struck, delivering a punch to his opponent’s abdon.
"Doesn’t even tickle!" the werewolf laughed wildly.
Ye Fan leaped onto his back and punched down at his head.
"AH!"
The Werewolf Leader scread and grabbed Ye Fan, intending to tear him apart. Ye Fan felt his body being stretched to its limit. With no other choice, he chopped down with his hand, severing one of the werewolf’s fingers. The leader cried out, the pain forcing him to loosen his grip and allowing Ye Fan to escape. Now free, Ye Fan warily confronted his opponent.
The Werewolf Leader emitted an incomparable howl of rage. He had entered a berserk state. Power exploded from him as he charged at Ye Fan with a furious roar. An enraged werewolf was a terrifying sight.
Ye Fan knew that an enraged werewolf was like a natural catalyst. The more they fought, the more ferocious they beca. Even when severely injured, their explosive power was astonishing. This was a unique trait of the werewolves, one not shared by the Vampire Clan, the European Church Court, or even the Divine Dragon.
Ye Fan swiftly evaded, using his agile movent technique to his advantage. Every one of the Werewolf Leader’s punches shattered a large tree.
BANG!
Their fists collided, and Ye Fan felt as though his bones were about to break. His physique, which he had been so proud of, offered no advantage. His only edge lay in his movent technique and speed.
I can’t fight him head-on! Ye Fan understood.
Thus, he quickly fled, with the furious werewolf in hot pursuit, not falling behind in the slightest. He leaped onto a large tree.
BANG!
The next mont, the Werewolf Leader shattered the tree with a single punch. Ye Fan fell from the splintered trunk, landing squarely on the werewolf’s shoulders and quickly stabilizing himself. He then extended two fingers and gouged them into the Werewolf Leader’s eyes.
ROAR!
The werewolf went completely berserk. The combination of pain and blindness made him lose all reason. He lashed out, grabbing Ye Fan and hurling him into the distance.
BANG!
Ye Fan crashed through countless trees. He felt like his ribs were about to snap. If not for his previous tempering in the blood pool, the impact would have been fatal.
He struggled to his feet. The werewolf, having lost all reason, was rampaging blindly. Unable to see Ye Fan, he couldn’t direct his attacks. Ye Fan stood up and slowly approached the raging beast.
Normally, even when blind, the Werewolf Leader could have located Ye Fan by scent. But in his mindless rage, he had forgotten this advantage. As Ye Fan crept closer, the werewolf seed to catch his scent and began swinging wildly.
Just then, Ye Fan picked up the fallen Yuanhong Sword. He kicked a small stone, sending it smacking against a distant tree with a loud crack. The entire tree trembled.
Thinking Ye Fan was there, the Werewolf Leader charged in that direction. Seizing the opportunity, Ye Fan rushed forward at top speed. In the blink of an eye, he was behind the werewolf. He brought his sword down, and the Werewolf Leader collapsed, his head rolling across the ground.
A pool of blood ford instantly. The Werewolf Leader showed no more signs of life.
Ye Fan sighed in relief, slumping to one knee. His injuries were severe. If not for his wits, he never could have defeated the Werewolf Leader. Victory had been decided in a split second; everything before was rely a prelude.
He didn’t linger. Dragging his battered body, he carried the Werewolf Leader’s head and headed for the Holy Mountain of the Vampire Clan. The situation was urgent; speed was everything.
Just as he reached the foot of the Holy Mountain, a streak of blood-red light shot down. Ye Fan dodged imdiately. The newcor was Gale Blood Ancestor.
Renowned for his speed and movent technique, he was one of the most powerful Blood Ancestors. He was also a suitor of Heather’s, but she was completely indifferent to him. The last ti he had seen Heather and Ye Fan together, during their standoff, he had noticed sothing in her eyes. He could tell she had feelings for Ye Fan.
This had annoyed him imnsely, filling him with the urge to kill Ye Fan, though reason had held him back. Now, seeing Ye Fan again, that rage surged. Innurable wisps of Blood Evil Energy began to circle around Ye Fan.
Ye Fan shouted, "I have important matters to report to the Vampire Clan!"
BANG!
Gale Blood Ancestor sent Ye Fan to the ground with a single punch, then planted his foot on his chest. He utterly detested Ye Fan. He knew that if Ye Fan weren’t already exhausted, not only would Ye Fan have no reason to fear him, but Ye Fan could have even killed him.
He snarled, "Hmph! No matter how important your business is, it’s not more important than
taking your life!"
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