Werewolf Bloodline

The instant the blade met the heavy sword, Dark Night suddenly trembled. An aura completely opposite to the bloody qi on the heavy sword burst forth, and the energy shockwave from the collision of Dou Qi swept away the surrounding clumps of dirt. However, it merely deflected the force of the heavy sword; no Internal Force or anything similar appeared.

Sure enough, I still can't use that sword technique with Dark Night? Ling Li thought. Because Dark Night's blade was too long, he had never successfully cultivated that Xuan-tier sword technique. Ling Li had thought that advancing his saber skills to the master level would change that, but it seemed he had been taking it for granted.

With the force behind the heavy sword deflected, Dark Night in Ling Li's hand changed direction almost instantly. Its blade tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom, slicing along the body of the heavy sword toward Wu Ye's hand.

As Wu Ye watched Dark Night draw ever closer to his arm, his eyelids twitched. Dark Night instinctively made him feel danger. Only after truly exchanging blows did Wu Ye discover how terrifying Ling Li was. Whether it was the strength or speed he took pride in, Ling Li was almost his equal!

He had only reached this level thanks to the enhancement granted by his special bloodline. But it was precisely because of that bloodline that Ling Li had absolutely no chance of defeating him tonight!

Tempered by years of battle and bloodshed, Wu Ye's combat experience was exceptionally seasoned. If he retreated from Ling Li's strike, Ling Li would definitely press in and accelerate his offensive without pause. By then, Wu Ye would be at a disadvantage.

Having thought it through, Wu Ye reacted almost instantly. Rather than retreating, he advanced. Dou Qi Armor condensed around both his hands as he prepared to withstand Ling Li's strike and smash Ling Li's head at the same time.

Trading injury for injury!

At any other time, that would indeed have been the correct choice. But Wu Ye was facing Ling Li—and Dark Night in his hand!

Ling Li glanced at the blood-colored fist whistling toward him. Dark Night showed no sign of returning to defend. Instead, he increased the Dou Qi output around his head, forming a dark green visor that tightly covered his head and face.

"Boom!!"

The blood-red heavy sword slammed fiercely into the visor, producing a bell-like boom that left Ling Li's head spinning and his ears ringing.

The heavy sword had no edge, but its sheer weight was truly difficult to withstand.

At the same time, Dark Night, wreathed in black mist, cleaved through Wu Ye's condensed Dou Qi Armor without obstruction. It severed all five fingers on Wu Ye's right hand, and the heavy sword fell to the ground, smashing a deep pit into the earth.

The moment Dark Night cut through Wu Ye's skin, it suddenly trembled with excitement. A red gleam flashed across the blade, and an enormous suction force abruptly erupted, instantly changing Wu Ye's expression.

This blade was crazily devouring his blood!

It was not as though Wu Ye had never seen weapons that drank human blood. On the contrary, such weapons were common in the Blood Sect. But that only happened when the weapons were soaked in blood. Moreover, Dark Night devoured blood countless times faster. In that brief instant, his palm had already shriveled up.

"Get away!" The flippant look on Wu Ye's face finally vanished, replaced by gravity. He ignored even the heavy sword on the ground and kicked toward Ling Li's abdomen.

In battle, victory or defeat was often decided by a single move, even a momentary shift in emotion. Wu Ye's emotional fluctuation had exposed an opening. How could Ling Li let such an opportunity slip away? He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, and the intense pain quickly cleared his mind. With a rather strange posture, he dodged the kick.

Dark Night in his hand began striking rapidly. Cold flashes flickered over Wu Ye's hand, and the sleeve of his blood robe bore the brunt of it, turning to dust almost instantly. Countless jagged wounds burst open across Wu Ye's arm. The muscles there split apart like boiled, burst sausage skins, opening into countless crisscrossing cuts. Yet strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed from the arm that should have been drenched in blood. The dangling chunks of flesh were somewhat dry, like zombie meat.

Just as Ling Li was cutting with relish, alarm bells suddenly rang in his heart. An attack came from behind in his senses. Ling Li immediately gave up this excellent opportunity and leaped away. Four cold flashes swept past, and five claw marks several zhang long appeared where he had been standing!

Wu Ye stood beneath the full moon, but his appearance had become exceptionally ferocious. His body had expanded by an entire size, covered in long gray fur. His mouth had elongated, white fur extending from it all the way to his chest. His ears stood erect, his hind legs bent backward, and his eyes had turned bloodthirsty red, gleaming with intelligence.

A werewolf! And likely a Wolf King bloodline at that!

"Werewolf, huh? Such a rare species—no wonder Dark Night likes your blood!" Ling Li stared solemnly at Wu Ye and spoke for the first time. After consuming the blood from just one arm, Dark Night had gained 46 experience points. If it drained Wu Ye dry, Dark Night might take a major step toward the mid-Xuan tier!

On the Dou Qi Continent, there seemed to be no reproductive barrier between humans and magical beasts. Since magical beasts could take human form after reaching the seventh tier, unions between humans and magical beasts were not uncommon. However, the chance of successfully producing offspring was pitifully low. Yet these fortunate few, like children favored by fate, possessed talents far surpassing magical beasts and nearly comparable to humans from birth, as well as strength and speed far beyond humans and equal to magical beasts!

However, some deranged alchemists, with nothing better to do after eating their fill, enjoyed researching pills that could solve this weakened reproductive barrier between humans and magical beasts. The greatest beneficiaries were the Snake People, who flourished in the Tagor Desert.

"Kid, not bad. To achieve this much at such a young age—if it were any other time, I might have fallen to you. But tonight is the night of the full moon. Coming after me today was your bad luck. Under the moonlight, not only will my speed and strength increase, but my recovery speed will also rise dozens of times over! With my recovery speed, an attack like yours can't kill me!" Wu Ye licked the five claws on his left hand, which had already turned into a wolf's paw. Aside from the severed fingers, the rest of his right arm had already recovered completely.

"Hmph. Whether you can be cut down or not, I'll have to try to find out!" Ling Li snorted. With a thought, several Second-grade Healing Pills transferred from the System Space into his mouth. Then he stomped the ground and charged forward.

Indeed, Wu Ye's recovery speed was extremely fast. Even wounds that had turned his arm into little more than mangled flesh could recover in a short time. But his recovery was merely fast. The severed fingers had only stopped bleeding, with no sign of regeneration whatsoever. In other words, if Ling Li changed from simply slashing quickly to rapidly gouging out flesh with his strikes, then no matter how fast Wu Ye recovered, he would eventually be worn to death!