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Now, if she could just hold him off until his bizarre state of sudden power surge ended, she would have a chance to fight him to the death. At that point, she believed that with Jack's freakish physique, even if he couldn't fully recover, he could at least help her.
Linda had a good plan, but unfortunately, she underestimated Hans's strength after his "outburst." He was already slightly stronger than the two of them, and even if Jack wasn't injured, the two of them combined were far from being his match.
Linda hadn't run far when she clearly heard Hans's voice: "Haha, beautiful woman, don't struggle in vain! I'm a gentleman! I'll treat you well," she could even feel the hot breath from his mouth.
Linda knew she was being caught when she heard the voice, and quickly tried to dodge to the left. Unfortunately, before she could even get out of the way, a strong hand grabbed the back of her neck, and she was violently thrown backward, her body flying in an arc as she crashed into the first-floor window of the villa, landing heavily next to Jack.
Although Linda hadn't suffered the same brutal abuse as Jack, her body was much weaker. The pinching and falling left her lying beside him, groaning softly, too weak to even try to get up.
Linda struggled to lift her head and glanced at Jack. He seemed to have fainted, his body motionless, his snow-white fur stained crimson with blood, his eyes tightly closed. If it weren't for the faint sound of a heartbeat, she would have thought he was dead.
Just as Linda was about to crawl to Jack's side to examine his injuries more closely, a pair of black leather boots appeared before her.
"I think you'd better stay put. If I'm in a good mood after killing Wanxiang Nicholas Qi, I might spare your life and make you my blood slave, hahaha." Hans looked at the blood-soaked Jack lying at his feet, and at Linda's eyes filled with anger and resentment, before bursting into arrogant laughter.
At this moment, Hans was blinded by victory and didn't notice why the werewolf was covered in blood. Logically, given the werewolf's incredibly resilient physique, even after Hans's brutal beating and subsequent falls, it shouldn't have been knocked unconscious. Moreover, there shouldn't have been so much blood gushing from its body.
However, these details he should have noticed were completely overlooked by Hans, who was captivated by the impending victory and the blood of the Arbitrators. If an older vampire were standing here, they would have undoubtedly killed any moving target until the enemy was completely dead.
Even though Hans Asamatt was one of the best of his generation, he was still too young.
Jack struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurred, barely able to make out anything except that he was on the first floor of the villa. "That guy, he's ruthless! He seized the opportunity to seriously injure me. I wonder how Linda is doing now?"
Speak of the devil, and he appears. Just as Jack was wondering about Linda, another loud thud echoed as something crashed not far from him. Jack turned his head with difficulty towards the direction of the sound and could vaguely make out that it was Linda who had just fallen in.
Outwardly, apart from a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, Linda appeared unharmed. However, Jack knew that while Linda was incredibly agile in combat, her physique was weak (compared to a werewolf), and such a heavy fall should have prevented her from getting up.
"No, I can't give up like this. This isn't my style. I must defeat him." Jack kept encouraging himself, reaffirming his goal: "Protect Linda, protect Alex Qi, even if it costs me my life." Thinking you, Jack felt a pang of sadness. Achieving his goal in his current state was simply a pipe dream.
However, if he unleashed "Blood" at all costs, there was still a chance of victory. "Yes, I'll unleash Blood. Let me do my best to protect what I cherish!" Jack made a silent resolution; he would unleash "Blood" to protect everything he had, even at the cost of his life.
"Blood" is a desperate, last-ditch effort by werewolves, a terrifying, reckless tactic. Only those with unwavering will, immense strength, or exceptional talent can unleash Blood. It's the werewolf's most primal fighting instinct; once activated, their strength will increase dramatically until the last drop of blood dries up and the last muscle atrophies.
After unleashing "Blood," a werewolf's strength not only continuously increases, but the berserk power and primal thirst for battle also lead to mental derangement. Only those with extremely strong wills can control this power and unleash its full potential.
Before the Liberation War (referred to as the Liberation War by the werewolves and the werewolf rebellion by the vampires), the werewolves were vassals of the vampires, never respected and considered weak in combat. However, during that war, the werewolves revealed their sharp fangs and unleashed terrifying fighting power.
Some of the most outstanding werewolves further unlocked their terrifying potential, inventing the powerful technique "Blood." It was the emergence of this terrifying power that forced the vampires to acknowledge the werewolves' independence. Because of the werewolves' enormous population and the influence of this terrifying technique, the war became severely unbalanced. The vampires' casualty rate increased dramatically, and coupled with their pitiful reproduction rate, the vampires faced the possibility of extinction if things continued this way, forcing the werewolves to gain independence.
In battle, a werewolf of earl strength, once activating "Blood," can often fight a vampire of marquis strength without being at a disadvantage. In fact, the werewolf might even eventually surpass the werewolf and kill them.
"Blood" is not perfect; it has obvious flaws. For example, after activating "Blood," strength doesn't increase instantly but slowly and steadily until death or the end of the battle when "Blood" is dispelled. Even if one survives the battle, they are often crippled or die shortly afterward.
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