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Jack caught a glimpse of Hans sneaking in through the broken window and immediately closed his eyes. He had already activated "Bloodlust," the most obvious signs being bloodshot eyes and blood seeping from his body.
The biggest flaw of "Bloodlust" is that there's virtually no initial increase in strength. Many powerful vampires, upon discovering a werewolf activating "Bloodlust," will try to kill them before their strength increases, denying them the opportunity to improve. Therefore, Jack now had to close his eyes to conceal the bloodshot look in his eyes caused by his "bloodlust." As for the bleeding, his body was already covered in blood, so no one could tell.
"I think you'd better stay put. If I'm in a good mood after I kill Wanxiang Nicholas Qi, I might spare your life and make you my blood slave, hahaha." Hans laughed wildly as he spoke, his gaze drifting towards the room where Alex Qi slept. "Truly worthy of being the new Arbiter. Even his first slumber has such a grand spectacle. Look at all that dense dark energy flowing there, tsk...tsk...tsk...impressive. Truly worthy of the title of leader of the thirteen vampire clans."
As Hans marveled, he had already reached the door of Alex Qi's room.
"No..." Linda cried out in despair as she saw Hans approaching, trying to distract him.
Hans, however, remained unmoved by his surroundings, staring at the door and lost in his daydreams: "The target of this mission is right before me. All I need to do is gently push the door open, lift Alex Qi's coffin lid, and snap his neck. Before his heart stops beating, I'll use some secret technique to devour his body, and everything will be fine."
Thinking this, Hans chuckled softly and gently reached out, slowly pressing his hand towards the door.
Just as Hans's right hand was about to touch the door, a sudden change occurred. Hans felt danger approaching from behind, but before he could react, his body was uncontrollably thrown into the air, crashing heavily against the wall to the left of the doorway, his body slightly embedded in the wall.
And where Hans had just stood appeared—no, a giant wolf covered in blood. Its eyes were bloodshot, its mouth wide open, and its raised right paw lightly pressed against the floor. Slowly turning around, his back to the door, he turned again, staring at Hans still hanging on the wall, leaning back, ready to strike at any moment.
Recalling Hans's leap earlier, it wasn't hard to imagine that he had been sent flying by a single swipe of its paw from this blood-soaked wolf.
Hans easily struggled and jumped down from the wall, dusting himself off. Staring at the blood-soaked giant wolf, he said, word by word, "Interesting. You're not dead, and you even activated 'Bloodlust.' Let's see if your bloodlust is stronger, or my explosive power!" He walked step by step towards the blood-soaked giant wolf.
The giant wolf, covered in blood, standing at the door of Alex Qi's room was none other than Jack, the one who had just rammed into Hans at the last second.
In fact, the moment Hans stepped into the villa, Jack activated "Bloodlust," but Hans hadn't noticed. Jack had been holding back, waiting for his strength to increase.
The moment Jack saw Hans's hand about to touch the door, he knew he couldn't wait any longer. Otherwise, if something went wrong, it would be a huge loss. Moreover, Hans would be less vigilant at that moment due to excitement, providing Jack with the perfect opportunity to strike. Thus, the scene unfolded where the blood-soaked giant wolf swatted Hans away.
Jack stared at Hans's slowly approaching figure, barely controlling his increasingly agitated body. He kept repeating the goal he had set for himself before activating "Bloodlust": "Tear apart everything that dares to harm Linda, tear apart everything that dares to harm Alex Qi, tear apart everything that dares to harm me."
As Haas closed in, Jack finally couldn't contain his surging fighting spirit. With a roar, he flashed to Hans's side, lunging forward with his massive jaws wide open. Blood sprayed through the air like tiny, beautiful flowers.
Hans easily dodged Jack's simple pounce. Then, spinning, he delivered a powerful right punch to Jack's waist. It seemed Hans was well aware of the wolf's "bronze head, tofu waist" theory.
Jack remained calm despite Hans dodging his attack. This was expected; he would be surprised if it ended so easily. Landing on his front legs, he lashed out with his hindquarters like a whip, striking Hans's waist.
Jack's move was extremely ruthless, a classic desperate attempt to fight to the death, and the best option after exhausting his momentum. It not only made it difficult for Hans to accurately strike his waist, but also instilled in him a sense of unease, diminishing the destructive power of his punch.
With a loud "thud," Hans was sent flying, his fist only centimeters from Jack's back. Jack had clearly underestimated Hans's determination; he had chosen a direct, head-on confrontation. However, Hans's body stopped just short of the wall, indicating he had some preparation for the attack, though a trickle of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing that Hans hadn't crashed into the wall after being knocked away, Jack paused for a moment and then pounced on him again.
Pounce, scratch, bite—Jack relentlessly attacked Hans with every move he could muster, gradually leaving him with numerous wounds. Scratches, bite marks—his entire body, except for his face, was covered in wounds.
Although Jack had been on the offensive, he hadn't gained much advantage. Every mark he left on Hans inevitably resulted in a wound on his own body. However, due to Jack's proactive attacks, he maintained the upper hand, and Hans was gradually losing ground.
Because of his "bloodlust," Jack wasn't hampered by his injuries; in fact, his strength had increased compared to the beginning. Furthermore, his mind wasn't as clear as usual, so the pain from his injuries had little effect on him. If this continued, Hans would definitely be torn to shreds by "Bloodlust" Jack.
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