Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1689 - 1678: Contest of Strength

But this doesn't mean that the werewolves have no way to deal with the Blessed Ones."I must kill you."

Looking at his mangled hand, Bruce roared, and his huge voice wave seemed like a shockwave, stirring up dust all around.

Bruce stomped down with great force, creating a deep pit in the cement ground, and then he turned into a black line, rushing forward.

Werewolves use their extraordinary regeneration abilities to endure the injuries caused by the purification of Holy Power and forcefully kill the Blessed Ones.

Recalling what he just witnessed, Uhr was secretly suspicious, "Strange! This human doesn't seem to be a Blessed One, that purifying force is not true Holy Power."

The battle between the Blessed Ones and dark creatures is actually quite simple.

The relationship between Holy Power and dark forces is like that of water and fire.

Holy Power is water, which can extinguish fire, but conversely, fire can also evaporate water.

The difference lies in the fact that water naturally counteracts fire, while fire requires more energy to "extinguish" water.

Uhr's confusion was precisely over that mangled hand.

With the werewolves' regenerative abilities, Bruce's hand should have recovered in the blink of an eye.

Suppose it's because Ning Fan's Holy Power is too strong, suppressing the werewolves' regenerative abilities.

But when faced with a werewolf whose whole body is strengthened by dark forces,

Holy Power would definitely not just cause such a small injury, but instead would spread from the hand to the whole body until it dissipates itself.

This is where Uhr's confusion lies; it doesn't align with the signs of Holy Power.

If William knew Uhr's thoughts, he would certainly have the same confusion.

When reattaching the severed arms of those five werewolves, William noticed something was off.

The force remaining at the wound was not as domineering as Holy Power, which insists on purifying evil.

Instead, it was quietly lurking, and if not actively stimulated, it wouldn't cause any backlash from that force.

Only to expel the remaining trace of Ning Fan's force did it cost a Marquis seventy percent of his Magic Power.

The purifying ability of this force is even above Holy Power.

At this moment, an exclamation broke the silence on the scene.

Andrew asked nervously, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Looking at the empty scene, the belated Alice asked, "Is Ning Fan okay?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present almost fainted.

The two had been gone for a few seconds, and in such a short time, both the speed of the Blood Clan and the werewolves would have been enough to kill several people.

But this young lady just realized now.

Andrew felt a wave of embarrassment, finally understanding the cost of doting on his daughter.

Alice had the strength nearing a Duke, yet her combat experience was inferior even to a Baron.

At least this combat reaction ability made him worry endlessly.

Andrew said with a bitter smile, "Don't worry, Ning Fan is fine."

Alice worriedly said, "Really? I saw him get knocked flying."

William comforted, "Alice, don't worry."

William knew very well that the real showdown hadn't begun.

If Ning Fan were defeated so simply, William wouldn't have gone to such lengths to win him over.

Alice said with concern, "Why don't we go and take a look?"

"No need, they're already coming."

As he spoke, William's expression tightened, as if he sensed something unbelievable.

...

"Werewolves truly have strength."

As he spoke, Ning Fan flew out from the pit.

The previous scene seemed frightening, but Ning Fan hadn't lost a single strand of hair.

His body, already nourished by True Qi and later enhanced by Divine Power, had long since changed beyond recognition; that bit of force couldn't hurt him.

Being able to withstand it was one thing, but Bruce's force was too great, and if Ning Fan was slightly careless, he would be passively knocked flying.

Looking at the black shadow rushing towards him, Ning Fan's expression changed, "This time, let's see how you like the taste of being knocked flying."

"Thousand Catty Drop!"

Ning Fan sank his breath to his Dantian, channeling power into his legs, stabilizing his stance with all his Martial Prowess.

With the ultimate infusion of True Qi, Ning Fan's fist was already covered in a layer of dazzling Golden Light.

Then, the small golden fist collided with Bruce's furry, sand-bowl-sized fist.

With a muffled boom.

At the moment the fists clashed, a tangible blast wave erupted from the center,

The surging airwave was like a hurricane, prompting loud cheers, swaying strong grasses violently, and breaking all nearby trees.

"What!"

The grinning Bruce's face suddenly froze, then he felt a massive force coming at him, and his whole body began to levitate.

"I actually lost in strength to a human."

Although this wasn't Bruce's strongest force, according to his calculations,

even a mere human, even if a Blessed One, should have been shaken by his force to have their bones shattered and be blown away like a comet.

But the result was the opposite.

Bruce could only look in dull astonishment at the scenery that kept flying backward.

"This time, let you have a good flight."

Ning Fan's lips curled into a cold smile, tapping his toes and crossing more than ten meters to catch up with Bruce, then delivered another punch.

Residual force unmet, new force surged, and Bruce was propelled backward at an even faster speed.

"A mere human dares to challenge us werewolves; this brat is doomed."

"Why not let me step in."

"Exactly. Even if the Clan Leader wins, those sneaky vampires will nitpick and find excuses."

...

The werewolves present laughed recklessly, viewing this duel as nothing more than a farce of a strong man thrashing a child.

At this moment, a clansman from the Blood Fang Tribe perked his ears and then said with glee, "Look quickly. That kid got knocked flying by the Clan Leader again, heading our way."

Hearing this, Uhr involuntarily looked tensely towards the dense forest upfront.

The clansmen's ideas were naive, but Uhr wouldn't be naive enough to think this was just a farce.

Seeing Ning Fan's dangerous aura was why he previously activated the Bloodthirst Technique in advance.

Hearing the increasingly close whistling sound, Alice nervously said, "Daddy, quickly save Ning Fan. If this goes on, he'll be beaten to death."

Noticing the strange gaze of Philip's clansmen, Andrew awkwardly said, "Baby, calm down, feel it carefully again."

After a second or two, Alice said puzzled, "This person flying toward us seems to have a werewolf's aura."

"What do you mean seems? It is!"

Andrew once again felt a headache.

Werewolves aren't particularly adept at hiding their aura, especially under the influence of the Bloodthirst Technique, the aura becomes increasingly violent.

No magical Perception is needed; just relying on the Blood Clan's innate ability, it can be easily detected.

Except for Alice, in the "eyes" of all Blood Clan members, Bruce's momentum was as conspicuous as a small light bulb at night.

"How could it be Bruce? Could it be..."

Thinking about this issue, William couldn't help but exchange a glance with Andrew, shocked internally, "Could Ning Fan's strength be above that of the werewolves?"

In a contest of strength, the Blood Clan had never seen werewolves fall behind.