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Chapter 202
chapter 0121 part 1
Chapter 121: Hunting the Wolf
Lucien stood in the center of the melee, swinging his fists, striking out in all directions, sending four or five young werewolves who lunged at him, foolishly attempting to challenge the Lycan King, flying.
Getting into the swing of things, after knocking down several overconfident youngsters,
Lucien pointed his finger at a few werewolves watching the spectacle from the periphery of the melee circle.
"You, you, you, and you, come on!"
The strong and sturdy individuals Lucien pointed to were Elder who had followed him for many years, all ruthless characters who had been injected with Perfect Blood.
"Roar!"
A strong man who was pointed at showed no fear whatsoever. He stripped off his upper garment, revealing a body of strong muscles, pushed aside the werewolves blocking his way, and squeezed into the melee circle.
Bang! He sent a young werewolf blocking his path flying with a punch, then grabbed the back of the heads of two werewolves fighting fiercely and slammed their heads together.
Bang! The strong White strong man quickly charged into the innermost part of the melee circle, leaped up in a dive, and mercilessly smashed a heavy punch towards Lucien's cheek.
Bang! Lucien raised his right arm and forcefully blocked the White strong man's punch. He lifted his leg and delivered a kick to his chest and abdomen.
The White strong man grunted and was sent flying directly by the kick, crashing into the crowd.
After knocking down two young werewolves, he shakily got back up and charged towards Lucien again.
In the crowd, two more strong man simultaneously lunged at Lucien from the left and right.
Lucien was fueled by the alcohol; a fire seemed to burn in his chest. Fighting one against three, he didn't lose ground at all.
............
"Roar! King!"
A somewhat hot-blooded Sam excitedly shouted towards the center of the arena. He couldn't help but swing his upper garment, wildly cheering for Lucien.
He didn't forget to call out to his friend beside him, "Hal! Where are you?"
He turned his head and suddenly found that the friend who had just been squeezed beside him was gone.
Sam looked around in confusion. It was lively in front of him, with a crowd shouting and roaring madly, but beside him, it was empty. Over a dozen people had vanished without a trace at some point.
Sam subconsciously turned his head and came face-to-face with two Paper Soldiers who had crept up behind him.
Sam looked at the two Human Soldier wearing Black Demon Battlegear and Full-face Helmets, then at the gleaming syringes in their hands. The sharp Needles glinted with a cold light.
The Green Liquid in the syringe clearly wasn't anything good.
Sam blinked, feeling a bit bewildered.
The two Paper Soldiers also hadn't expected this guy to suddenly turn around.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.
Sam's gaze flicked to the side, watching two similarly dressed Soldier dragging out their companions' "Corpses".
Only then did he react, his entire body tensing as he awakened the primal Bestial Nature Inside the Body.
"Howl..."
Sam let out a warning Wolf Howl towards the sky, and at the same time, gray fur rapidly grew on his arms.
Pierce! Pierce! Two Needles directly plunged into his arm. Sam, whose head had just transformed into a Gray-haired Werewolf Leader, lowered his head, blinking his bewildered eyes that resembled a husky's.
He watched helplessly as the two black-armored figures injected the Green Liquid Agent into his body.
"Thump!"
The double dose of Anesthetic surged, and Sam directly collapsed onto the Ground.
This time, the two Paper Soldiers didn't choose to catch him but turned their Guns towards the startled wolf pack.
Across from them, the chaotic, noisy brawling arena had fallen silent at some point.
Nearly a hundred werewolves all turned their heads to look behind them.
Behind them, the large circle that had been gathered to watch the chaotic fighting was missing a full fifth of its members.
Not far away, some people wearing Battlegear and black hoods could even be seen dragging out the "Corpses" of their kin! Seeing this scene, many werewolves immediately transformed into their werewolf forms. Among the nearly hundred Gray-haired Werewolves were a dozen Black-haired Werewolves. "Who are you?"
Following the question, the snarling wolf pack parted like a tide, and the bare-chested Lucien walked out from among them.
A group of Armed soldier wearing black Battlegear and Full-face Helmets remained silent. Over twenty Guns were aimed uniformly at the wolf pack.
"Charge! Kill them!"
Receiving no answer, Lucien slowly retreated back into the wolf pack. With a wave of his hand, nearly a hundred werewolves used both hands and feet, pouncing towards the Paper Soldiers in front of them.
"Howl!"
A regular Gray-haired Werewolf stands about two and a half to two point six meters tall when standing upright. Their strong physique and flesh are sufficient to withstand regular Handgun shots from a distance.
Regular Bullets hitting them would even get stuck in their muscles, unable to injure the bones inside.
The Black-haired Ghost Wolf, injected with Perfect Blood, has an even stronger physique.
Their Strength and Speed are significantly enhanced compared to regular werewolves, and they can even be immune to Silver Bullets, which are highly lethal to werewolves.
Their strong physiques give these werewolves astonishing Speed. Using both hands and feet, a single pounce covers five or six meters.
Some werewolves can even run and leap along the walls on either side.
The distance from these werewolves to the Paper Soldiers was no more than twenty meters at its closest, just a few breaths away for these werewolves.
Seeing that they were about to be overwhelmed by the wolf pack like a tide,
The two dozen Paper Soldiers simultaneously reached behind them and took out Army Green Special Grenades one by one.
The two dozen men simultaneously swung their arms, and the cylindrical Army Green Special Grenades arced through the air, landing directly among the wolf pack.
Bang bang bang...
Accompanied by a series of muffled bangs like cans being opened, blinding Strong Light instantly erupted in the dim Sewer.
The blinding Strong Light instantly turned the vision of the werewolves, who had long stayed in the dim Sewer, completely white.
Accompanied by hundreds of decibels of Noise, the attacking wolf pack instantly fell apart. Many werewolves, unable to see clearly, frantically swung their Claws and bit at everything around them.
Several werewolves even attacked and bit frantically, falling into a state of frenzy.
"Howl..."
A Wolf Howl echoed within the Sewer. All the werewolves stopped their Actions simultaneously upon hearing this Wolf Howl.
A Ghost Wolf, twice the size of the other werewolves, stood up from the wolf pack, howling towards the sky. Amidst the rhythmic Wolf Howls, all the werewolves regained their calm, readjusted their Direction, and pounced towards the Paper Soldiers.
The Wolf Howl echoed repeatedly in the Sewer...
"Howl!"
"Howl!"
"Howl!"
.........
It wasn't just echoes; there were responses. Wolf Howls rose and fell, as if the entire New York Sewer system was filled with Wolf Howls.
The sound of dense, pounding footsteps constantly echoed in the Sewer.
"Howl!"
In a Sewer leading to the Werewolf Base Camp, over a dozen werewolves ran using both hands and feet, in their most primitive beast forms, within the Sewer.
Chapter 121: Hunting the Wolf
Lucien stood in the center of the melee, swinging his fists, striking out in all directions, sending four or five young werewolves who lunged at him, foolishly attempting to challenge the Lycan King, flying.
Getting into the swing of things, after knocking down several overconfident youngsters,
Lucien pointed his finger at a few werewolves watching the spectacle from the periphery of the melee circle.
"You, you, you, and you, come on!"
The strong and sturdy individuals Lucien pointed to were Elder who had followed him for many years, all ruthless characters who had been injected with Perfect Blood.
"Roar!"
A strong man who was pointed at showed no fear whatsoever. He stripped off his upper garment, revealing a body of strong muscles, pushed aside the werewolves blocking his way, and squeezed into the melee circle.
Bang! He sent a young werewolf blocking his path flying with a punch, then grabbed the back of the heads of two werewolves fighting fiercely and slammed their heads together.
Bang! The strong White strong man quickly charged into the innermost part of the melee circle, leaped up in a dive, and mercilessly smashed a heavy punch towards Lucien's cheek.
Bang! Lucien raised his right arm and forcefully blocked the White strong man's punch. He lifted his leg and delivered a kick to his chest and abdomen.
The White strong man grunted and was sent flying directly by the kick, crashing into the crowd.
After knocking down two young werewolves, he shakily got back up and charged towards Lucien again.
In the crowd, two more strong man simultaneously lunged at Lucien from the left and right.
Lucien was fueled by the alcohol; a fire seemed to burn in his chest. Fighting one against three, he didn't lose ground at all.
............
"Roar! King!"
A somewhat hot-blooded Sam excitedly shouted towards the center of the arena. He couldn't help but swing his upper garment, wildly cheering for Lucien.
He didn't forget to call out to his friend beside him, "Hal! Where are you?"
He turned his head and suddenly found that the friend who had just been squeezed beside him was gone.
Sam looked around in confusion. It was lively in front of him, with a crowd shouting and roaring madly, but beside him, it was empty. Over a dozen people had vanished without a trace at some point.
Sam subconsciously turned his head and came face-to-face with two Paper Soldiers who had crept up behind him.
Sam looked at the two Human Soldier wearing Black Demon Battlegear and Full-face Helmets, then at the gleaming syringes in their hands. The sharp Needles glinted with a cold light.
The Green Liquid in the syringe clearly wasn't anything good.
Sam blinked, feeling a bit bewildered.
The two Paper Soldiers also hadn't expected this guy to suddenly turn around.
The atmosphere was awkward for a moment.
Sam's gaze flicked to the side, watching two similarly dressed Soldier dragging out their companions' "Corpses".
Only then did he react, his entire body tensing as he awakened the primal Bestial Nature Inside the Body.
"Howl..."
Sam let out a warning Wolf Howl towards the sky, and at the same time, gray fur rapidly grew on his arms.
Pierce! Pierce! Two Needles directly plunged into his arm. Sam, whose head had just transformed into a Gray-haired Werewolf Leader, lowered his head, blinking his bewildered eyes that resembled a husky's.
He watched helplessly as the two black-armored figures injected the Green Liquid Agent into his body.
"Thump!"
The double dose of Anesthetic surged, and Sam directly collapsed onto the Ground.
This time, the two Paper Soldiers didn't choose to catch him but turned their Guns towards the startled wolf pack.
Across from them, the chaotic, noisy brawling arena had fallen silent at some point.
Nearly a hundred werewolves all turned their heads to look behind them.
Behind them, the large circle that had been gathered to watch the chaotic fighting was missing a full fifth of its members.
Not far away, some people wearing Battlegear and black hoods could even be seen dragging out the "Corpses" of their kin! Seeing this scene, many werewolves immediately transformed into their werewolf forms. Among the nearly hundred Gray-haired Werewolves were a dozen Black-haired Werewolves. "Who are you?"
Following the question, the snarling wolf pack parted like a tide, and the bare-chested Lucien walked out from among them.
A group of Armed soldier wearing black Battlegear and Full-face Helmets remained silent. Over twenty Guns were aimed uniformly at the wolf pack.
"Charge! Kill them!"
Receiving no answer, Lucien slowly retreated back into the wolf pack. With a wave of his hand, nearly a hundred werewolves used both hands and feet, pouncing towards the Paper Soldiers in front of them.
"Howl!"
A regular Gray-haired Werewolf stands about two and a half to two point six meters tall when standing upright. Their strong physique and flesh are sufficient to withstand regular Handgun shots from a distance.
Regular Bullets hitting them would even get stuck in their muscles, unable to injure the bones inside.
The Black-haired Ghost Wolf, injected with Perfect Blood, has an even stronger physique.
Their Strength and Speed are significantly enhanced compared to regular werewolves, and they can even be immune to Silver Bullets, which are highly lethal to werewolves.
Their strong physiques give these werewolves astonishing Speed. Using both hands and feet, a single pounce covers five or six meters.
Some werewolves can even run and leap along the walls on either side.
The distance from these werewolves to the Paper Soldiers was no more than twenty meters at its closest, just a few breaths away for these werewolves.
Seeing that they were about to be overwhelmed by the wolf pack like a tide,
The two dozen Paper Soldiers simultaneously reached behind them and took out Army Green Special Grenades one by one.
The two dozen men simultaneously swung their arms, and the cylindrical Army Green Special Grenades arced through the air, landing directly among the wolf pack.
Bang bang bang...
Accompanied by a series of muffled bangs like cans being opened, blinding Strong Light instantly erupted in the dim Sewer.
The blinding Strong Light instantly turned the vision of the werewolves, who had long stayed in the dim Sewer, completely white.
Accompanied by hundreds of decibels of Noise, the attacking wolf pack instantly fell apart. Many werewolves, unable to see clearly, frantically swung their Claws and bit at everything around them.
Several werewolves even attacked and bit frantically, falling into a state of frenzy.
"Howl..."
A Wolf Howl echoed within the Sewer. All the werewolves stopped their Actions simultaneously upon hearing this Wolf Howl.
A Ghost Wolf, twice the size of the other werewolves, stood up from the wolf pack, howling towards the sky. Amidst the rhythmic Wolf Howls, all the werewolves regained their calm, readjusted their Direction, and pounced towards the Paper Soldiers.
The Wolf Howl echoed repeatedly in the Sewer...
"Howl!"
"Howl!"
"Howl!"
.........
It wasn't just echoes; there were responses. Wolf Howls rose and fell, as if the entire New York Sewer system was filled with Wolf Howls.
The sound of dense, pounding footsteps constantly echoed in the Sewer.
"Howl!"
In a Sewer leading to the Werewolf Base Camp, over a dozen werewolves ran using both hands and feet, in their most primitive beast forms, within the Sewer.
