Chapter 616: Chapter 615 Suppression
The assailant dressed in a black robe, their entire body shrouded in the wide garment, blended into the night making them difficult to spot.
"Hmph!"
Qin Yanyang managed to dodge the lethal strike aimed to kill, and although she was left with a scar, the attacker was visibly dissatisfied, his cold snort tinged with reluctance, a hint of surprise, and a touch of admiration for this young Eastern woman.
He pursued her like a shadow, like a swath of even darker cloth in the night chasing after Qin Yanyang. Under the faint moonlight, two eyes, seemingly flickering with green light, radiated bloodthirsty cruelty.
Hisss!!
The empty air was torn apart, sharp claws like swords, slicing through the void with the swing of an arm.
Qin Yanyang dashed forward, but she still felt the sting of a sharp weapon on her back, pain accompanied by a sense of numbness sweeping over her. Alarmed, she quickly channeled her True Qi toward the wound.
Poisonous!
However, the enemy gave her no chance to catch her breath, following her like a shadow. The sound of tearing air roared behind her; Qin Yanyang clenched her teeth, her right hand wiping across her waist, pulling out a soft sword and stabbing backward without looking.
"Ding!"
Among the sparks that flew, her sword accurately hit the palm of the hand that had reached out to grab her.
But there was no sound of flesh being pierced, only a crisp metallic clang.
Despite that, the sword carried a terrifying power; the pursuer behind her was halted, and the distance between them suddenly expanded.
When Qin Yanyang landed, she spun around, her piercing gaze locking onto the man completely veiled by the black robe like a radar.
"Alien Race?"
"Minister, are you alright?" came Chu Tianshu’s concerned voice.
Qin Yanyang replied, "I’m fine." Yet her gaze remained fixed on the man in the black robe.
The man’s black garment was large, covering his entire body with a hat as well, its brim wide enough to obscure most of his face. In the pitch darkness of the night, despite Qin Yanyang’s strong eyesight, she could only see half of his face.
A Western face.
It was a human.
Yet he exuded a vicious and wild aura of a beast, akin to a bloodthirsty wolf.
This was an Alien Race.
One she had never seen before, but had heard of.
"Werewolf?" Qin Yanyang stared at the man and uttered two words.
Chu Tianshu and the Military Department members immediately showed tense expressions.
If they were facing a human, even one strong enough to push Qin Yanyang to a perilous state, they wouldn’t feel nervous; but the fact that such a powerful opponent wasn’t human sent chills down their spines.
The moment Lawrence heard the words Alien Race and werewolf, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified. His sole purpose for coming to the Divine Continent was to avenge his disciple, Ganno.
Ganno, being the inheritor of his werewolf bloodline and an important future figure of the Smith family, held great value to him, yet ended up dead in the Divine Continent.
He had gotten in touch with Ganno’s uncle, Nord, and, from what he learned about Ganno’s purpose in the Divine Continent, he traced the lead to Yang Fei.
It was at this time that a friend from the Cavendish family asked for his assistance with a small favor, to which he agreed.
In his eyes, since he was already in the Divine Continent, helping out was just a simple task. Not only would he owe the Cavendish family a favor, but the targeted Eastern woman was also associated with the person who killed his disciple, making it an extremely lucrative two-for-one deal.
Even so, he was incredibly surprised at that moment because the strength of the woman before him surpassed his predictions.
She had managed to evade his ambush and that fatal strike, and particularly, the power contained in her sword was immensely fierce.
Had he not been of the true werewolf lineage, and undergone a mutation with a claw as hard as iron, he might have been seriously injured just now.
Even so, his claw still throbbed faintly with pain, a testament to the power of her sword.
After uttering the word "Werewolf," Qin Yanyang decisively gave the order, "Take them down."
Chu Tianshu and the others didn’t hesitate to pounce on the Western experts who had been frightened by Qin Yanyang previously.
The two groups engaged in combat instantly.
Qin Yanyang, with her powerful presence, locked onto Lawrence, feeling the numbness at the wound on her back growing stronger, to the point where even her True Qi seemed unable to flow through that area. She was inwardly alarmed and rushed out without any hesitation.
Having completed her Foundation Establishment in all four limbs, her movements were as fast as light, her speed so astonishing that Lawrence was shocked.
A Werewolf’s three strongest advantages are speed, strength, and self-healing.
In terms of speed, Werewolves consider themselves second only to a wicked Alien Race from ancient times.
The speed and strength that pure humans can exhibit pale in comparison to the innate talents of Werewolves in these two aspects.
Yet now, he witnessed astonishing speed and terrifying strength in a young Eastern woman.
Such breathtaking speed and formidable strength bursting forth from a seemingly fragile and stunningly beautiful woman—if not for seeing it with his own eyes, it would be scarcely believable.
In the blink of an eye, Lawrence and Qin Yanyang exchanged blows more than a dozen times.
Relying on the power of her sharp Soft Sword, Qin Yanyang was no less than her opponent in both strength and speed, wiping away the oppressive feeling that Lawrence had when he first appeared.
Elsewhere, Chu Tianshu and the elite of the Military Department held an absolute advantage in numbers, and together with the threatening weapons of the special forces blockading the sea, they were able to give and take in their fight against the Western experts, gradually gaining the upper hand.
After several more exchanges, Lawrence heard reinforcements approaching in the distance and a brutal and ferocious air flashed in his eyes.
If he personally took action and still let a little Eastern girl block him, how could he stand in the Western World if things didn’t work out? Wouldn’t he become the laughingstock of the entire Western World?
"Awooo!!!"
A wolf howl tore through the air from Lawrence’s mouth, and along with it, his robe suddenly swelled up. Qin Yanyang, who was close to him, could clearly hear a strange series of cracking noises coming from his bones.
What followed was an unrivaled violent aura.
It was as if a ferocious ancient beast had suddenly descended.
Whoo!
Enraged, Lawrence lunged forward, his speed now more than fifty percent faster than before.
Qin Yanyang was startled. As she swung her sword angrily while simultaneously retreating backward,
Lawrence clawed at her, his momentum seeming to tear Qin Yanyang into pieces.
"Duang!"
Claws, now longer and sharper than before, fiercely clashed against the Soft Sword, infused with robust True Qi, instantly breaking the sword’s Po Gang and causing it to tremble and weaken.
Qin Yanyang felt an immense force on her palm and, with a slight constriction of her pupils, she decisively released her grip.
The sword vibrated intensely, the strange strong force being dissipated amidst its trembling, and the moment it flew away, Qin Yanyang caught it again and swung out once more.
"Ding dong!"
Lawrence, who had been pursuing her like lightning, was once again blocked by Qin Yanyang’s sword. Although he had become invincible after transforming, the power of Qin Yanyang’s sword was not to be underestimated, halting him for a moment.
However, just a moment’s delay couldn’t stop Lawrence in his peak state after transforming; the ground under his feet cracked open, and his body shot out like a cannonball, charging at Qin Yanyang.
Qin Yanyang’s heart sank; she clutched the end of her sword, positioned it horizontally with both hands in front, and went for the block.
"Tang!"
Lawrence’s sharp and hard right claw brutally struck the sword, breaking through the True Qi, and the sword, being incapable of withstanding such a heavy and powerful blow, rebounded collapsing toward Qin Yanyang’s chest.
"Puh!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Qin Yanyang’s mouth as the sword recoiled against her chest; simultaneously, her body was sent flying backward as if it had been hit by a train.