"Lord Sikong, I have only just arrived here. If I have offended you in any way, please be forgiving..."
The werewolf still showed no intention of fleeing. Even after sensing the overwhelming killing intent Sikong Zhen had revealed, he had no desire to leave, still dwelling on the vile ideas in his heart.
"Hmph. Offended me? It seems you have misunderstood... Or should I call you Pitch-black Nightmare?"
The werewolf knew his own infamous reputation better than anyone. Since the other party had named it so easily, it meant he had been completely exposed.
"Since you have discovered me, there is no need to hide it any longer. This is my first time making a move in broad daylight!" The werewolf bared his sharp fangs, with uncleansed blood still lingering around their roots.
Yet the surrounding villagers showed no fear. Instead, they stared at him calmly, as though they were watching a clown.
"If you are all going to stand there dumbly, then do not blame me for being impolite!"
The werewolf shed his previous mild demeanor. Claws hidden beneath his fur suddenly extended, and he lunged toward Winnie with all his strength.
He intended to deal with the other insignificant villagers last. After all, a major reason he had lingered around the nearby villages was to find Winnie, though his fondness for slaughter also played a large part.
Before the werewolf could approach Winnie, Rota flashed forward and stood before her, gripping the werewolf's neck with one hand.
The werewolf struggled frantically, trying to break free from Rota's grasp, but how could his little strength possibly resist Rota's restraint? No matter how he fought, Rota's hand remained clamped around his neck like iron pincers.
"Pitch-black Nightmare. Quite a Haki name. But today, I, Sikong Zhen, will bury that name