Warlord Chapter 115

Chapter 115 Killing

Kazuo Watanabe rushed frantically to the south exit of the gym.

The j.a.panese swordsman's eyes were bloodshot and filled with fear.

Just five minutes ago, an overwhelming ma.s.sacre took place in the lobby.

The scene of Nelson's death left everyone deeply shocked. After a moment of silence, Jenny began to shout.

"Retreat!"

The huntress screamed and waved her long fingers as she fired consecutive laser arrows at the werewolf.

Facing laser arrows which could pierce through tactical armor, the werewolf simply raised his right arm and widely opened his palm. The moment the laser arrow approached it, the ice flame force field was simultaneously launched. The speed of the arrows slowed down drastically as if they had entered water. Then, the absolute zero degree of the ice flame interfered with the energy gathering pattern of the arrows, causing the laser arrows to dissipate into nothingness.

It was the first time Jennifer had ever seen a creature break her attack in such a way, she was at a loss.

The werewolf closed his hands in her direction when Jennifer was still in surprise.

In an instant, five ice spears which were one meter long appeared around Jenny. When the huntress detected them, the five ice spears were like sharp fangs stabbing into her s.e.xy and plump body.

From her throat, chest, abdomen, thighs and arms, the five ice spears directly nailed Jenny to the ground. Jenny's body immediately spewed out hot blood, but when the blood was still in the air, it quickly froze along with her body. On the frozen body, Jenny's expression of fear never disappeared until the ice sculpture was destroyed.

Almost at the same time, Kazuo Watanabe and Zuma retreated in different directions.

Getting into contact with Brian's body, the werewolf felt a strange and cold force field from it. The werewolf quickly a.n.a.lyzed that it was this force field that affected Brian, otherwise with the Wolf King's agility, he would have been able to hold on until it arrived.

So when Zuma emitted wave same as that on the wolf king's body,the werewolf put him directly on his priority killing list.

With a simple leap, the werewolf launched himself at Zuma at a speed not inferior to that of teleportation. After absorbing Brian's blood essence, the werewolf's ability increased. Although Zuma's movement was strange, it couldn't be called fast. Hardly when Zuma's body which was wrapped up in black flame make the movement to jump, the werewolf had already arrived beside him.

A fist with an ice flame was thrown out.

Time seemed to come to a standstill. The Indian turned around his head in fear, his body being carried into the mysterious parallel s.p.a.ce by the dark elements. He would appear on the other side of the compet.i.tion hall in one second. In the process, however, he saw a small part of the werewolf's fist disappear into reality.

Time flowed again.

In the blink of an eye, Zuma appeared in the predetermined position, but a blue handprint was clearly printed on his back. As the Indian was about to make his second spatial leap, the fist imprint spread out and covered Zuma's entire body. When the Indian appeared for the second time, fragments of ice crystals fell on the ground.

While the werewolf was killing Zuma, Kazuo Watanabe exerted his peculiar footwork to the maximum extent. Seeing that the exit was in sight, the j.a.panese swordsman finally heaved a sigh of relief to himself. But what he didn't expect was that the werewolf suddenly charge out from the side of the pa.s.sageway in the back, carrying the gravel on the walls and the distance between him and the werewolf's fist narrowed. Its fist contained the fatal ice flame.

It was less than ten meters from the exit.

Kazuo Watanabe shouted loudly and the long sword in his hand flicked, and stabbed towards the werewolf's forehead at a lightning speed.

The werewolf quickly determined that the force field carried by the long sword would insert into its brain as soon as it hit upon the human. In an instant, the werewolf grasped this human's strategy.

Perish together!

The werewolves carried the sacred mission of perpetuating the descendants of the Fenrisulfr wolves. Naturally, they did not wish to perish together with Kazuo Watanabe. Therefore, his fist changed directions in midair and smashed heavily into the long sword.

The long sword vibrated violently and the blue ice crystal continued to spread out. Seeing this, Kazuo made up his mind and throw away his sword. However, it was still a bit slower as the zero-degree ice still climbed onto his hand which was holding the sword. Kazuo yelled again, and with his other hand, he slashed his frozen arm. At the same time, he finally rushed out of the gym's entrance.

The werewolf caught up and the moment he stepped out the door, the roar of high-speed heavy guns rang out, and 15mm large-caliber warheads fired at it at the insane speed of two thousand shots per minute. The new wolf king was still not strong enough to withstand the rapid fire bullets to chase Kazuo Watanabe, so it could only reluctantly retreat.

The j.a.panese swordsman almost plopped on the ground.He looked at the SUV on the street in bewilderment. The officer, George, was using a high speed heavy cannon to fire at it at a saturation rate, and was constantly signaling him to retreat.

Under the cover of heavy artillery fire, Kazuo Watanabe managed to survive and scrambled into the SUV. In the gymnasium, the werewolf's unreconciled roars continued to ring out.

The scene changed from the fight at the south exit of the gym and Ling sat back.

"It seems that the situation isn't very optimistic." Ling said, looking at his left arm with a wry smile.

Ling was half a kilometer away from the gym in an abandoned house, curling up in a corner. His body trembled slightly, as if he was standing in an arctic land, feeling an endless coldness.

The cold came from the wound on his left hand. Trembling, he took out a simple medical kit from his backpack. He took out the scalpel which had been sterilized, clenched his teeth and cut down on the wound. He used the scalpel in his right hand to clean his frozen muscles, even sc.r.a.ping some of the ice off his bones. When the cleaning process was over, he trembled violently.

The blood on his hands had already spilled all over the floor, and a clear b.l.o.o.d.y hole could be seen on the severed wound. Through the wound, one could even see the eerie white bones inside. However, after the dead meat was cleaned up, the cold feeling on Ling's left hand disappeared. He gritted his teeth to prevent him from fainting and sprayed the wound with hemostasis spray and injected himself with first aid medicine. Then, he carefully wrapped his left arm with a sterile bandage.

After finis.h.i.+ng all this, Ling could no longer resist the tiredness like a tsunami. He closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and forced himself into a light sleep. After a while, he let out a breath that was reasonably steady, but his good right hand was still holding on Colt's gun.

In the state of sleep, the ability to regenerate quickly from Hans' blood began to take effect. As the new muscle tissue gradually filled up the hole in the wound, Ling's vitality was constantly recovering. When he woke up again, his basic mobility would regain and at that time he would left Morin.