The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 670: Chapter 628: Dealing with You, Bare Hands are More than Enough! (2)

There were no surprises.

The Zen Stick, imbued with the Golden Core’s True Qi, ruthlessly pierced the werewolf’s defenses and struck its heart. A spurt of blood was followed by the sound of something bursting. Another werewolf fell dead.

From slaying the first werewolf to this chain of devastating strikes, the entire process took less than three seconds.

Witnessing two of his comrades die in quick succession, the werewolf leader’s eyes bulged like bronze bells. "How is this possible? How could this happen?" he cried out in shock.

He knew where the werewolves’ vital point was. But the myocardium surrounding the heart was, without a doubt, the toughest part of a werewolf’s body.

Fuck! What kind of being is this? Moments ago, his understanding of werewolves was clearly superficial, yet now he’s found our vital point with such precision and skill? The disparity is too great, too unbelievable!

However, in the midst of his stunned stupor, a rapid series of sickening thuds and cracks echoed out. In the space of a few breaths, all eight werewolves were dead, their hearts pierced by the Evil Spirit Zen Staff. As for their so-called attacks on Qin Fan, they were less than a tickle.

After dispatching the eight werewolves with fluid ease, Qin Fan sneered and shook his head. He turned to the werewolf leader, his expression stern. "You’re next."

A cold light, born of both panic and rage, flickered across the leader’s fur-covered face. He glared at Qin Fan, his colossal body, which almost scraped the ceiling, stood unmoving. The heavy panting of his Wolf Breath signaled he was anything but calm.

This battle is unavoidable.

However, Qin Fan’s swift and deadly attacks also filled him with a deep sense of dread.

"The werewolf lineage will not let you go!" the leader snarled, his voice hoarse and menacing as he stared intently at Qin Fan. A resolve to fight to the death shone in his eyes, which glowed with a cold green light. "Many people in this world know of the werewolves’ vital point, but once they pose a real threat, death is not far behind! The Wolf King will not tolerate any existence that can threaten the lifeline of our kind!"

"You’re overthinking it. Even if the werewolf lineage were to spare me, so what? You should be wondering if I’ll spare them," Qin Fan said lightly, meeting the eerie green wolf eyes without any hint of life-or-death intensity. "As for the Wolf King, trust me, it won’t be long before I reunite the two of you and give you another chance to serve him loyally. I will wipe out your den, your Wolf King included. Hatred is part of the reason, but mostly, my motivation is the same as yours for coming to Huaxia: to advance, to become stronger. A life-and-death struggle against a powerful enemy is often the best way to break through a bottleneck in one’s state of mind. I just hope your Wolf King doesn’t disappoint me."

It was as if he were casually catching up with an old friend, completely unlike someone preparing for a kill-or-be-killed battle. But then again, it made sense. For someone of Qin Fan’s strength, the leader of a mere werewolf squad wasn’t even worth getting emotional over.

"You are incredibly arrogant! Do you have any idea what kind of existence the Wolf King is? He is one of the world’s four great dark overlords. Just because you killed a few of my grunts, you dare speak of a life-and-death battle with the Wolf King? Do you really think an ant has what it takes to fight an elephant? I admit, for someone your age to possess such strength, you are truly a genius of the Huaxia Martial Arts World. But you are far too naive to think you can challenge the Wolf King! And one more thing, whether your arrogance is real or feigned, the werewolf lineage, including the Wolf King himself, will not let you go. The dignity of our kind is not something a nameless nobody like you can provoke!" the werewolf leader responded. As the storm of battle approached, his panic and nervousness had subsided, and he matched Qin Fan’s calm, measured tone.

"It’s meaningless to talk about this now. Soon, you will be a corpse just like them, so any more words are a waste of breath. Come, leader. Show me your strength."

He slammed the Zen Stick hard onto the ground.

THUD!

The ground beneath its tip instantly cracked on a large scale as the staff embedded itself deep into the earth.

"You’re not using your weapon?" the werewolf leader asked, narrowing his eyes.

"To deal with you, my bare hands are more than enough," Qin Fan replied, clasping his hands behind his back and shaking his head with a slow, cold smile.

"Good!"

With that, the werewolf leader tilted his head back and let out another howl. This time, however, the werewolves whose hearts had been destroyed offered no response.

The next second, as the entire bar began to tremble violently, the werewolf leader suddenly bent his massive frame. He slammed his long, terrifyingly mutated hands onto the ground.

RUMBLE!

Amidst a spray of shattered stone, he shot toward Qin Fan like a bullet fired from its chamber, his body still low to the ground. It was hard to imagine such a massive, mutated body could erupt with such speed. But for those who understood the nature of werewolves, it was hardly surprising. The terrifying thing about werewolves was that after transforming, their physical abilities didn’t decrease with their massive size; instead, all their attributes were amplified countless times over. The werewolf leader’s explosive speed was such that even Qin Fan had to narrow his eyes, a flicker of surprise on his face.

CLANG! CLANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

During his explosive charge, the werewolf leader’s hands were not idle. He swept tables and chairs aside, sending them flying viciously toward Qin Fan.

But Qin Fan couldn’t be bothered to even lift a hand against such trivial tricks. With a few nimble steps, he easily weaved through the barrage of flying furniture.

At the same time, the werewolf leader was upon him. His arms, much thicker than those of his lackeys, swept toward Qin Fan’s head like twin dragons emerging from the sea. His right foot, wider than Qin Fan’s torso, lashed out in a vicious sweeping kick to coordinate with his arms.

The scene was strikingly similar to one from a Hollywood movie where a gorilla confronts a human. It seemed as if one stomp from the gorilla would flatten the human into a meat patty.

But the werewolf leader knew he was no mere gorilla, and Qin Fan was certainly no ordinary human.

Facing the werewolf leader’s ferocious assault, Qin Fan’s playful mockery vanished. True Qi surged fiercely within him. He met the leader’s sweeping kick not with evasion, but with a counter-kick of his own. Simultaneously, he clenched his fists and, guided only by his Divine Sense, threw them upward to meet the werewolf leader’s descending punches head-on.

Though their limbs were of vastly different sizes, the moment they collided, a violent wave of Qi Force erupted outward.

BOOM! BANG! BANG!

The first things sent flying were the nearby tables and chairs, caught up in a wild gale. In the aftershock of the clash between Qi Force and Beast Strength, they were sent spinning wildly before smashing against the walls and crumbling to the ground with alarming crashes.

CRACK!

A second after their collision, a muffled, explosive sound erupted—as if their very fists and feet had shattered—accompanied by the destruction of the furniture.

The next moment, Qin Fan stood his ground, a smirk playing on his lips. The werewolf leader, however, skidded backward uncontrollably, crashing into and bringing down the load-bearing pillar in the center of the bar.