The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

Chapter 672: Chapter 630: Trash, A Bunch of Trash! (4)

"Master Qin!!!"

When the captain of the Guardian Institute’s squad arrived near the battlefield and caught sight of the face already seared into his memory, he cried out.

He was shocked that Qin Fan was one of the main combatants in this battle. He was even more shocked that werewolves had truly infiltrated Huaxia! And a high-level werewolf at that! Damn it! Damn it! How could werewolves possibly get in? How could the Guardian Institute be completely ignorant of all this? The more he thought about it, the more he trembled uncontrollably. Could the werewolves’ objective for sneaking into Huaxia be a simple one? Absolutely not! Yet they had only just now realized their presence. This meant that right under their noses, the werewolves had made who knows how many moves they were unaware of! For the Guardian Institute, this was a classic case of dereliction of duty. They had been utterly and publicly humiliated!

His trembling body froze in place as panic flickered across the captain’s face. The next moment, he shifted his feet, preparing to join the fray and help Qin Fan slaughter the werewolf.

However, before he could move, Qin Fan sensed his intent. As two cars came hurtling toward him, he roared, "A bunch of useless trash, get lost! Stay out of my way!"

Under Qin Fan’s furious roar, the Guardian Institute captain reflexively froze.

At the same time, Qin Fan sidestepped one of the flying cars, then turned to face the other. He spread his arms and grabbed the inside of the car’s shattered window frame. A car weighing several tons was like a toy model in Qin Fan’s hands.

The next second, a reckless grin spread across his face. He lunged, giving the werewolf leader no time to react, and viciously rammed the front corner of the car into its vast, bloody maw.

CRACK!

The corner of the car was brutally driven in. Without easing his assault, Qin Fan slid back several steps, opened his palm, and slapped the rear of the car with all his might!

SNAP! BANG!

The werewolf leader, who had yet to pose any threat to Qin Fan, was sent flying. With the car still jammed in its mouth, a spray of garish, foul-smelling blood shot from its oral cavity. Not giving the werewolf leader a chance to recover, Qin Fan lunged after it as it flew backward.

"Alright, I’ve learned everything I need to know," he said with a cold snort. "The game is over."

As the words left his lips, he had already reached the spot where the werewolf leader was about to crash. He bellowed again, "Earth Evil Third Form, Hundred Cracks Divine Miasma!"

With his shout, his palm struck!

His relatively slender palm surged with True Essence Qi, giving the werewolf leader no time or space to dodge as it slapped directly onto its chest. Its tough defenses had already been breached by the Ninth Layer Inch Force. Now, under the bombardment of Qin Fan’s palm, crisscrossing cracks oozing blood spread across its chest. The mountain-like figure was knocked back at high speed.

Feeling the surface of its chest rupture and air rush in, the werewolf leader’s green, bell-like eyes widened into a dead stare. As its feet slid uncontrollably backward, they carved two deep, sparking tracks into the ground.

Not giving it a chance to stop and recover, Qin Fan shot after it once more. "Earth Evil Seventh Form, Heavenly Demon Saint Hand!"

His True Qi-infused roar shot to the heavens, booming in the werewolf leader’s ears and stunning its senses. In that instant, Qin Fan was upon it, unleashing another palm strike. A faint golden light blossomed from his hand. For a moment, the golden-glowing palm filled the werewolf leader’s entire vision.

THUD!

A muffled thud sounded as a vast and ferocious power pierced through the werewolf leader’s chest. The blood-oozing cracks on its chest exploded outward! At the same time, Qin Fan’s hand sank impossibly deep into its chest.

"No-!!!"

Although immune to pain and feeling no agony even now, the werewolf leader seemed to understand Qin Fan’s intention. Its terrified cry of "No!" echoed hysterically in all directions.

With a cold sneer, Qin Fan callously continued to push his hand deeper, fueled by True Qi. He didn’t stop until half of his arm was inside its chest. By then, his arm had reached the cardiac muscles surrounding its heart—its vital point. Without hesitation, he infused his fingers with True Qi and clenched them into a fist. He viciously crushed the muscles protecting the organ, then grasped the violently trembling heart as it struggled to replenish its energy.

"Alright, it’s over," he declared proudly, his hand already closed around the heart, which was shrinking rapidly now that its protective muscles were gone. Not giving the werewolf leader another chance to speak, he yanked hard.

SQUELCH!!!

With a brutal pull, Qin Fan’s hand, still clutching the heart, tore free from the werewolf leader’s chest. Blackish-red, foul blood gushed violently from the gaping hole. The heart, torn from the werewolf’s body, stopped beating the instant it hit the air.

Staring with its wolf eyes stretched to their absolute limit, the werewolf leader couldn’t even manage a final word. Its transformed body rapidly shrank back to its normal form.

BOOM!

As it reverted to its original shape, it collapsed heavily to the ground. With its heart—its only fatal point—torn out, it was completely and utterly dead. The moonlight, which had an incredible effect on a werewolf’s self-healing abilities, continued to pour down, but the werewolf leader was devoid of life, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Expressionless, Qin Fan gave the corpse a cursory glance, then tossed the werewolf’s heart aside. He took off his jacket to wipe the blackish-red blood from his arm.

"Master Qin!"

Seeing the battle was over, the Guardian Institute captain, who had witnessed everything, hurried over and bowed his head in respectful dread.

"Useless. A bunch of useless trash."

Qin Fan didn’t even glance at the captain. Tossing aside his blood-soaked jacket, he started to walk away. But those words pierced the captain’s heart like needles.

Useless? Yes, that’s what we are. Qin Fan has every right to say that.

As shock and desolation warred on his face, the Guardian Institute captain looked up at the retreating figure and called out with a complex mix of emotions, "Thank you!"

"This is just one group," Qin Fan called back without turning, his voice dripping with mockery despite his initial intention to ignore them. "Since they’ve infiltrated Huaxia, they certainly aren’t just lurking in Jinling. Everyone knows not to put all their eggs in one basket. Don’t thank me; I didn’t do this to solve your problems. Lastly, a tip: werewolves have only one fatal point—the heart. If you can’t destroy it, you can’t kill them. Also, tell Hua Xiaotian to disband this bullshit Guardian Institute! It’s a complete joke that a mob of useless gluttons dares to use that name!"