"Although this power has increased a bit since just now, it's still only enough for me to loosen my muscles," Ling Feng's voice rang out again, "Come on, come on! I'm rooting for you!"
Looking at Ling Feng's mocking expression, the Werewolf was so angered he was nearly driven mad.
"Die!" the Werewolf suddenly appeared beside Ling Feng, his claws gleaming with a cold light as he slashed at Ling Feng's head.
Ling Feng sighed, "It seems like a bastard is always a bastard. Even though you've grafted some of the Werewolf bloodline, you haven't learned a thing from the Werewolf's heritage. Since that's the case, there's no need for me to continue playing with you!"
To the Werewolf's shock, his blow actually missed!
The Ling Feng, who had been within arm's reach, had vanished! A chill rose in the Werewolf's heart—how could this man have escaped his attack at such close range? Had this man's strength... possibly reached S-level?
