Through the curtain of rain, Dilos slightly adjusted the focus of his eyes and took in every detail of the four figures in the downpour.
What stood out most to Dilos was their beastlike, upright forms and limbs similar to a human's. Next were their wolf heads, several times larger than those of ordinary wolves, and their greater number of sharper teeth.
They had dark skin and thick fur. From a distance, their nearly three-meter height and their vaguely human, vaguely beastlike shapes made them look like some kind of malformed, malnourished creatures. But up close, it was clear that their bodies were packed with rock-hard, explosive muscles that made them impossible to underestimate. Everything about them proved that the stories humans had told since ancient times were no mere legends.
"Werewolves."
Dilos murmured softly, then began walking toward them. The werewolves, by contrast, ran through the rain for a while before dropping down and using their forelimbs as well. Their speed immediately doubled, rivaling the top speed of an ordinary car!
In just a few seconds, the distance between them shrank from more than two hundred meters to a few dozen. As the four werewolves saw their target drawing closer, they let out frenzied, bloodthirsty snarls and quickly spread out, trying to cover every angle Dilos might use to dodge. When they were only three or four meters away, they suddenly sprang at him from four directions, their terrifying, bloody jaws wide open!
"Pathetic."
Even without his Spider-Sense warning him, Dilos could tell from the combat experience he had accumulated over two lifetimes that these werewolves weren't as strong as he'd expected. He snorted. He didn't even bother to dodge, much less use his energy. In the blink of an eye, his arms blurred into streaks as he swung