There were two high-ranking demon hunters on the vanguard, while the blood race’s only high-ranking monster was a silver-haired elder with a hooked nose. If not for the countless bats flying behind him, Wen Wen would have suspected he was an eagle monster.
The rest were blood races of various ranks: two mid-ranking and four low-ranking. With these forces, they could barely fend off the attacks of the two demon hunters, but they likely wouldn’t last long.
The demon hunters sent to participate in the exchange meeting were the elites among the high-ranking demon hunters from each region, their strength incomparable to ordinary blood races.
Upon seeing Wen Wen arrive, Long Su visibly frowned. Although he wouldn’t seek trouble with Wen Wen, he found Wen Wen extremely displeasing to the eye.
Conversely, the police officer welcomed Wen Wen. It would be easier to deal with these monsters if they could be dispatched quickly; otherwise, if his handsome face were injured, it would cause trouble at the exchange meeting.
Wen Wen took a step back, took out his Buddha-said Gatling gun, and said shyly, “I’m just passing by. Please continue.”
The police officer gave a hearty laugh, sped up his motorcycle, and crashed into the vampire horde. Motorcycles from the Indian region seemed to be equipped with cheats, charging through the middle and colliding with everything, unstoppable.
Wen Wen personally witnessed a vampire, with claws capable of piercing bulletproof vests, attempt to puncture the motorcycle’s tires. Instead, its claws broke, and it was then slammed against a wall by a wheel, leaving a human-shaped imprint.
Long Su snorted coldly, and several golden chains extended from the ground around him, continuously attacking the nearby blood races.
His chains had faint golden dragon patterns, far more exquisite than the chains from the containment facility, but in terms of sheer power, they were also stronger than the facility’s chains. After all, if Wen Wen were to only use the facility’s chains now, he absolutely wouldn’t possess the combat power of a high-ranking realm. Su Dan Novel Network.
Although Wen Wen hadn’t made a move, he had a clear impact on the battle. Whenever a blood race was about to launch an attack, they would find the muzzle of the Gatling gun already aimed at them, forcing them to dodge in time. They dared not gamble whether Wen Wen would actually fire.
In reality, Wen Wen was just playing around with the Gatling gun. Since the Buddha-said Gatling gun could no longer keep up with Wen Wen’s strength, coupled with its terrifying ammunition consumption, Wen Wen hadn’t bought any bullets after the last time he used it.
Now, Wen Wen somewhat understood why the Special Operations Team had chosen this item as a reward for him back then.
Once one’s strength surpassed a certain level, this thing became completely useless. If the containment facility could produce its own bullets, it would be acceptable, but having to buy them all made even Wen Wen a bit reluctant.
After a brief intimidation, Wen Wen walked towards a mid-ranking blood race. This blood race had been struck on the forehead by Long Su’s chain, their once flowing hair turned into a receding hairline. They were now behind, recuperating.
Seeing Wen Wen approach, it showed a look of terror. However, the other blood races were all entangled by Long Su and the other, rendering them powerless to support it. Thus, gritting its teeth, it transformed into a bat, preparing to escape first.
But immediately, it discovered that its surroundings were enveloped by dark energy. No matter which direction the small bats flew, they couldn’t escape Wen Wen’s grasp.
Wen Wen smiled and said, “Don’t be afraid. I just have one question for you. After I ask it, I can spare your life. When will Iliyat arrive here?”
“I… I don’t know!” Compared to Wen Wen before him, Iliyat was even more terrifying to this blood race.
“Tsk, good children don’t lie, you know…”
Just as Wen Wen was about to interrogate the fellow, the containment personnel pendant on his chest began to heat up slightly, and the warmth continued to increase. This meant a formidable enemy, whom Wen Wen couldn’t resist, was approaching, likely Duke Iliyat.
Tao Qingqing, who had been standing behind Wen Wen, suddenly clutched her shoulder and knelt down. She could feel a high-ranking blood race approaching in this direction, and it was targeting her. The hierarchy imprinted in her bloodline filled her with fear towards the approaching figure.
Long Su and the police officer also stopped their attacks simultaneously, looking vigilantly to the east. An aura filled with the scent of blood was approaching from afar, coming this way with no attempt to conceal itself.
The hook-nosed elder blood race revealed a wild smile. With Duke Stuart’s arrival, these three humans who dared to attack were doomed!
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On the other side of the city, a tall man draped in a white bear hide, carrying a bottle of seventy-two percent proof liquor, walked through the shantytown of Nim City.
You read that right, seventy-two percent proof liquor… at least in the White Bear region, it was considered liquor.
This man was named Boyer, a high-ranking superpowered individual from the White Bear region. Before becoming a superpowered individual, he was already famous for his fondness for wrestling bears. After becoming a superpowered individual, he possessed immense physical strength, unmatched by superpowered individuals of the same rank.
Boyer genuinely enjoyed fighting. As a child, he fought with his family’s dogs, and in his youth, he wrestled wolves. He simply had a restless personality, so as soon as he arrived in Nim City, he headed to the poorest part of the city.
The poorer the place, the more easily sin brews, and this place was no exception. In the center of the shantytown, there was a massive beast-fighting arena. Desperate individuals could sign a contract with the arena; if they won, they would receive enough money to change their fate, but if they lost… if they lost, they would become food for the beasts.
That’s right, this arena was for people to fight beasts with their bare hands.
Boyer enjoyed fighting with beasts, but he disliked people watching like clowns. Therefore, he decided to destroy the arena and let the owner of the arena experience the thrill of fighting beasts himself.
“Hello… are you a demon hunter?”
Just as he was about to register, Boyer saw a disheveled man in a brown coat, tightly covering his clothes, ask him.
Boyer nodded. He didn’t sense any trace of superpower energy from this man, so he wasn’t overly cautious.
The man smiled lewdly, “Hello, I am Stein. Makur. I apologize in advance.”
“What do you have to apologize to me for?” Boyer asked, taking a step back.
Stein opened his clothes, and an indescribable aura emanated from him. “I am not an assassin, but someone hired me to kill you… so I apologize!”
“Go to hell!”
Boyer reacted instantly, throwing a punch at Stein. But Stein remained unruffled, dodging Boyer’s punch with unimaginable speed and quickly disappearing from his sight.
“How is he so fast… No, I’ve slowed down!”
Time around Boyer seemed to have been frozen. His thought process was even slowing down. An unpleasant sound came from the corner of the wall, accompanied by a strange, dense fog.
A creature, indescribably deformed, crawled out from the corner and rapidly approached Boyer.
Boyer possessed immense strength, but he couldn’t utilize it. He could only watch as the monster crept closer and closer, aiming its straw-like proboscis at his neck.