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Although the early spring weather was still cold, Jack's werewolf constitution could withstand even the coldest winter, let alone the beginning of warming spring. Looking at the azure sky where many stars had already appeared, he thought to himself, "Qinghai is truly a beautiful place. I haven't seen such a blue sky in so long!"
Immersed in the beauty of nature, Jack suddenly felt a chill. Without hesitation, he rolled over and quickly stood up, now appearing more than twenty meters away from where he had been lying. Jack stared intently at the person who had suddenly appeared on the lawn where he had been lying.
The man was a typical Westerner, wearing a black suit, a black tailcoat, a white shirt with a red bow tie, and black leather boots—perhaps "gentleman" would be a more accurate description.
"Heh, werewolf friend! Your reaction is quite quick, but as a gentleman, I'm truly sorry to bother you so late!" the man said, his eyes filled with apology, bowing respectfully. "However..."
Just as Jack relaxed slightly due to the man's politeness, a dagger flashed coldly and aimed directly at his neck. Jack dodged to the side, simultaneously slashing his right hand at the shadowy figure in front of him. His right hand, as it lashed out, had completely transformed into a large wolf claw—a manifestation of the werewolf's partial transformation.
"However, you shouldn't have trusted me so easily!" As he finished speaking, the man's dagger sliced across Jack's right arm, drawing a spray of blood! The shadowy figure also appeared to the right front. Jack quickly retreated, turning slightly to the right, his eyes fixed on the man before him! Jack sensed this man was a vampire, but far more powerful than himself, at least at the level of a viscount. In their previous exchange, the man hadn't seemed to have used his full strength. Now, facing such an opponent, Jack dared not attack first, only wait, waiting for an opening to deliver a fatal blow.
“Actually, you don't need to be so tense. I'm just here to pay a visit to our vampire clan's Arbitrator. Oh, right, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Hans Assamite. I'm also a qualified vampire.” Saying this, he lunged at Jack again.
Jack had almost fallen for this guy's trick earlier, so hearing this self-proclaimed Hans trying to distract him, he became extremely alert, and sure enough, Hans approached again.
Jack thought to himself, “Good timing!” and lunged at Hans, leaving behind a pile of torn clothes. It turned out Jack had completely transformed into a wolf; a white shadow lunged forward.
A sharp clang rang out, the sound of metal clashing. From the sound came a giant, snow-white wolf, its left forepaw severing the right arm of a man in black wielding a dagger. It then opened its jaws wide, aiming for the man's neck. Meanwhile, its right paw pressed firmly against the man's left chest, the claws digging into the skin, blood slowly seeping out.
The man in black was Hans, and the giant white wolf was Jack the Wolf in disguise. Hans's dagger was deflected, but he didn't retreat. His left hand flashed out, reaching for Jack the Wolf's right paw, his fingernails, each about ten centimeters long, protruding and gleaming with a metallic sheen.
With a snap, Hans's left hand gripped the wolf's left forepaw, and using the momentum from the wolf's right paw against his left chest, he lifted himself off the ground, spinning rapidly and sliding onto the wolf's back. The dagger in his right hand extended, poised to strike the giant wolf's back; he was confident this dagger would pierce its skull.
Meanwhile, Hans had grabbed the giant wolf's left forepaw, while its right forepaw, as Hans's body lifted, shot into the air. The wolf's massive jaws, affected by Hans's rotation, lost their target. The giant wolf, Jack, watched as Hans slid off the ground towards its back, and without hesitation, its gaping jaws snapped shut, biting into Hans's left upper arm.
With a thud, the wolf and the man crashed heavily onto the grass. The giant wolf's jaws were firmly locked on Hans's left upper arm, while Hans's left hand gripped the wolf's left forepaw tightly. The giant wolf's right forepaw then dug into Hans's back, and the dagger in Hans's right hand pierced the wolf's left hind paw, less than ten centimeters from its waist. If this strike landed solidly, even if the giant wolf survived, its fighting ability would be severely diminished.
At first glance, the postures of the giant wolf and Hans in that instant appeared as if the giant wolf had directly embraced Hans, and Hans seemed to be desperately trying to escape.
As Hans and the giant wolf fell to the ground, Hans rolled to his right rear, forcefully throwing the werewolf beneath him with his left hand.
Hans quickly stood up as the giant wolf was thrown away. He no longer possessed the dashing demeanor he had when he first appeared. A large piece of his clothing was torn from his left chest, revealing a pool of blood. A chunk of flesh and clothing was also ripped from his left upper arm, blood dripping down his arm to the ground. His back was also a bloody mess, the entire back stained crimson with blood. Yet, he raised the dagger to his lips, licked the blood from the blade, smacked his lips with a hint of smugness, and toyed with the dagger in his hands. A faint black mist continuously emanated from his body, enveloping his wounds. The wounds shrouded in the black mist made it impossible to see what was inside.
Jack, now a wolf, stood opposite Hans, his eyes bloodshot, staring menacingly at Hans, who was toying with a dagger. His massive wolf maw was gaping open, fragments of clothing clinging to the corners of his mouth, blood dripping incessantly onto the grass, staining it crimson. His left foreleg and hind legs trembled slightly. Upon closer inspection, the wounds on his legs were visibly healing.
Jack, now a wolf, stared at Hans, who seemed indifferent, continuing to toy with his dagger. An eerie silence fell between them, the situation tense and unbalanced. Clearly, both were using their brief exchange to hasten their recovery.
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