Chapter 110: Chapter 110: How did you fall down before I even tried hard?
"Although this power has increased a bit since just now, itâs still only enough for me to loosen my muscles," Ling Fengâs voice rang out again, "Come on, come on! Iâm rooting for you!"
Looking at Ling Fengâs mocking expression, the Werewolf was so angered he was nearly driven mad.
"Die!" the Werewolf suddenly appeared beside Ling Feng, his claws gleaming with a cold light as he slashed at Ling Fengâs head.
Ling Feng sighed, "It seems like a bastard is always a bastard. Even though youâve grafted some of the Werewolf bloodline, you havenât learned a thing from the Werewolfâs heritage. Since thatâs the case, thereâs no need for me to continue playing with you!"
To the Werewolfâs shock, his blow actually missed!
The Ling Feng, who had been within armâs reach, had vanished! A chill rose in the Werewolfâs heartâhow could this man have escaped his attack at such close range? Had this manâs strength... possibly reached S-level?
In the Underworld, there were many A-level masters, but very few S-levels, because the difference between the two was like heaven and earth!
If A-level is the current limit of human achievement, then S-level is within the legendary Demi-God Domain! Being a Demi-God of S-level, they are not something A-level masters can contend with!
"Are you looking for me?" Ling Fengâs voice came from behind the Werewolf.
As the Werewolf turned around, he saw Ling Fengâs big foot brutally pressing against his face!
With a loud bang! The Werewolf, over three meters tall, was sent flying like he was hit by a train, smashing through several layers of walls before finally coming to a slow stop.
The Werewolf felt his face burning hot, his nose crushed flat by Ling Fengâs kick.
Roar! The Werewolf felt humiliated. Although the kick didnât do him much harm, the feeling of being stepped on the face was a deep insult to the pride of a bastard Werewolf!
"Die!" The Werewolf stood up, the footprint on his face clearly visible.
Ling Feng slapped his forehead, "I forgot, as a Werewolf, you are known for your âCopper Head, Iron Bones, Tofu Waistâ. No wonder my foot hurts from kicking you!"
"Having absorbed the Moonlight, I am not someone you can contend with!" As he spoke, the scars on the Werewolfâs face gradually healed completely!
Indeed, under the moonlight, a Werewolfâs battle power and Regenerative Power soar to new heights, and would be even stronger on the night of a full moon.
However, Ling Fengâs face showed no change, as if the Werewolfâs improvement was like an ant going from being slightly weaker to slightly stronger for him.
"Since you can take a beating, I can finally let looseâbeing restrained all this time really isnât a pleasant feeling!" Ling Feng shook his wrists, and a cracking sound echoed from his entire body.
The Werewolfâs expression turned seriousâeven though he couldnât see any of Ling Fengâs trump cards, his beastly instincts told him that the man before him was extremely dangerous!
"I refuse to believe it. With the empowerment of the blood moon, could it be that I still canât defeat this unknown nobody?" A fierce light flashed in the Werewolfâs eyes as he howled.
With the Werewolfâs howl, the expressions of the five B-level masters who had previously been entangling Brother Zhang darkened, and they deserted Brother Zhang to rush towards the Werewolfâs location.
Brother Zhangâs body went limp, and he collapsed. Although these five were a rank below him, under the moonlightâs empowerment, they had expended far less than he had. As time went on, he actually couldnât withstand their attack!
Lucky for him they left now, otherwise, in just a short while, he really would have suffered a great loss!
Hearing the werewolfâs cries, Ling Feng didnât attack but quietly waited.
A moment later, five other werewolf experts rushed over and surrounded the A-level werewolf, who extended its enormous claw and, with one swipe, smashed the heads of the five werewolves beside it.
The werewolf claw stirred inside their skulls, then pulled out five dark red beads and stuffed them into its mouth, chewing vigorously.
Chen Ming and Yun Hanrui couldnât help feeling nauseous at this scene, fortunately, Yun Hanrui hadnât eaten anything, otherwise, she would have definitely vomited on the spot.
"Wolf Kingâs Protection of the Werewolf Clan?" Ling Feng shook his head, "Indeed a bunch of mongrels. The true Wolf Kingâs Protection merely utilizes the energies of other werewolves without harming life, but now..."
"What do you know!" The werewolf swallowed the five beads, and its aura surged. It felt an endless strength appear within its body, even feeling like it could shatter a mountain with one punch!
"Also, why should I bother talking to a mongrel like you?" Ling Feng shook his head slightly. "Since youâve touched my inverse scale, you should be prepared to endure the wrath of my fury! Now, itâs time to collect the debt!"
No sooner had Ling Feng finished speaking than his figure vanished from the werewolfâs sight.
"Such incredible speed!" The werewolf was startled, and before it could react, Ling Feng had already appeared in front of it.
With a booming punch, Ling Feng struck the werewolfâs chest!
There was a snapping sound, and the werewolfâs body staggered, actually retreating several steps.
"Stand up, I only used thirty percent of my strength. This little force wonât kill you!" Ling Feng said coldly.
The werewolf leaped up, swiping both hands through the air, its claws tracing a net in the air that enveloped Ling Feng.
With its strength greatly increased, the werewolfâs clawed hands could easily slice through steel! There was no way that Ling Feng, with his flesh and blood, could be a match for it!
As the werewolf fantastically imagined how to tear Ling Feng to pieces, pondering whether to steam or braise him, it felt its hands immobilized by a powerful force.
Ling Feng casually seized the werewolfâs claws: "Daring to act so arrogantly in Huaxia with just this much strength? You truly are asking for death!"
As he spoke, Ling Feng slowly exerted more pressure, the werewolfâs face turned beet red, trying to break free from Ling Fengâs control, but no matter how much strength it used, it couldnât escape Ling Fengâs grasp!
The werewolf became fearful, well aware of its own strength; even if it encountered a peak A-level expert, it would not be so easily suppressedâthe only possibility was that this manâs strength had reached the legendary S-level!
And an S-level powerhouse wearing the Blood-Handed Asura Mask... Could he really be the Blood-Handed Asura?
Recalling all the brutal legends associated with the Blood-Handed Asura, the werewolf shivered in fear, "Are... are you Lord Asura?"
Ling Feng said with a chuckle, "What? Begging for mercy now that you canât win? Too late! Just lie down obediently for me."
With that, Ling Fengâs hand suddenly increased in strength, and the werewolf felt all energies rushing into its two werewolf claws until, with a snap and a crackle, both of its arms completely lost their ability to move.
Following that, Ling Feng kicked the werewolf in the chest, eliciting a scream of pain from the werewolf as its chest caved in and it collapsed to the ground unconscious.
"Tsk, I didnât even put much effort into it, how could you fall so easily?"