"Werewolves!" Even though Annie and Johnson had guessed it, they still couldn't accept it.
"Werewolves have immense strength, strong vitality, and terrifying fighting ability. We humans were once their slaves in the ancient times, and we only existed as their food. Until we discovered pure water, "Joseph explained. "Pure water can greatly weaken the werewolves' strength and vitality, reducing them to a level that we humans can handle."
"Is this it?" Annie took out the small bag that Joseph gave her earlier.
"That's it. Take it with you. Now that you've seen it with your own eyes, you should believe me now, right?" Joseph's original plan was to let his best friend and girlfriend truly believe in him. Only by seeing it with one's own eyes could one truly believe this somewhat absurd reality. He just didn't expect the Demon Hunters to come at such a timely time.
"The strongest thing about us humans is that we know how to use tools." Joseph said in a low voice, "Alright, since the Demon Hunters are here, we can leave safely."
It was the first time Johnson and Annie saw so many dead people. They felt a chill run down their spines, but they didn't object.
The three of them slowly retreated.
At this moment, a black shadow ran past the three of them, heading straight for the battlefield between the werewolves and the Demon Hunters.
Then, in less than two breaths, another figure chased after him.
"If you want the Golden Sword Throne, you'll have to catch up with me first!"
A hoarse, deep, and old voice rang out in the forest. It was from the shadow in front.
"Hmph!" The figure chasing after him coldly snorted and suddenly sped up a little.
"Oh? You're faster than last time! "The hoarse, old voice sounded surprised.
Joseph and the other two stared in shock as they ran towards the center of the battlefield.
"Are they Demon Hunters too?" Johnson asked in a low voice.
"No, they're not. They don't have the smell of pure water on them! They are human warriors. "Joseph's brows furrowed.
Woo ~ ~!!!
A half-werewolf covered in black fur howled towards the sky, staring at Duskdune Shura and Garon.
"Warriors? Hehe, I haven't tasted warrior meat in a long time! How dare you come here without pure water! "
With a whoosh, he pounced forward.
At this moment, Garon finally caught up with Duskdune Shura.
The two of them crashed into each other and flew forward at the same time.
Bang!
Garon and Duskdune Shura's arms collided violently.
"Single Shot Form! Toss!! "
Garon's right arm stabbed towards Duskdune Shura's chest like a venomous snake. The moment he got close to his opponent, his arm suddenly changed into an upward swing, his five fingers closed together like a knife, and stabbed towards Duskdune Shura's chin.
Slap!!
Duskdune Shura's Swing Form was knocked askew by one of his palms, while his other hand met Garon's palm ferociously.
Bang!
Garon grunted and flew backward, just in time to meet the Black Werewolf.
The Black Werewolf roared furiously and charged toward Garon.
"Scram!!"
Bang!! Rip!!
The entire Black Werewolf was torn into two halves. Amidst the rain of blood, Garon did not utter a word, and once again rushed towards Duskdune Shura.
With a muffled sound of collision, the two of them landed on a patch of grass and stood firm. Without any hesitation, the two of them fiercely collided again. The sound of arms colliding was like the sound of shotgun blasts, echoing in the forest.
The battle between the Werewolves and the Demon Hunters was directly separated by the two of them. Some of the stray bullets hit the two of them, but it actually produced little golden sparks, and was completely useless.
All the creatures around them were stunned.
The Werewolves stopped, the Demon Hunters also put down their guns, including Joseph and the other two. All three parties stared blankly at the violent battle between Garon and Duskdune Shura.
The two of them had no regard for anyone else, they only looked at each other, and fought ferociously. They destroyed everything in their path!
Large pine trees with thick trunks fell one after another, and pits of various sizes began to appear on the ground, as if a bomb had exploded.
Bang!!
A figure was violently sent flying, and only regained his balance after crashing into a large pine tree. This person was Garon. His shirt was tattered, and the pine tree behind him had numerous cracks, but he looked as if nothing had happened.
With a cold snort, Garon pounced forward again.
The two of them fought fiercely again.
Whatever Garon's arm hit, there was a violent vibration that tore it apart, and whatever Duskdune Shura's arm hit, it broke into two. Their arms collided, as if they were not flesh and blood, but four solid and terrifying weapons.
"Good, good, good!! As expected of this generation's Sky Warrior! I acknowledge your strength. " Duskdune Shura leaped backward lightly, and actually jumped more than ten meters away, landing lightly on a horizontal tree trunk.
"If you want the Golden Sword Throne, come to Dahl Falls. I'll be waiting for you there. "
"Trying to run?!" Garon's eyes flashed with excitement. In the battle with Duskdune Shura, he had a better grasp of the Red Jade Palm, and he believed that he could definitely become more familiar with it if he continued to fight, although most of it was due to his innate ability and his understanding of combat techniques after becoming a Grandmaster of Combat. But it was undeniable that only real combat could improve one's strength continuously.
Without any hesitation, he rushed forward.
Duskdune Shura, on the other hand, jumped down and landed in the midst of the Werewolves.
Slap.
With a soft slap, a Black Werewolf inexplicably rushed out and pounced on Garon who was chasing after him. There was still a trace of surprise on its face.
Bam!!
The Black Werewolf was hit by a Swing Form, and rolled more than ten meters away. Half of its body was smashed into a bloody mess, and it fell to the ground, howling in pain.
Not only the Werewolves, but even the Demon Hunters felt a chill in their hearts.
"You want to use these trash to stop me?!" Garon squinted his eyes, and a trace of anger flashed across his face.
Trash!?
"What arrogance!!" A Werewolf Elder's eyes flashed with a trace of anger. Not to mention the rest of the Werewolves. "Without pure water, they're just animals …"
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Garon glancing at him, and a terrifying pressure suddenly fell on him.
Garen's eyes seemed to be flashing with red light, and his body seemed to distort and expand into a huge red-eyed mammoth. The mammoth was tens of meters tall, and its surroundings seemed to be filled with violent airflow and the sound of wind, enveloping all the creatures within the range of tens of meters.
The Elder's body trembled, and his face turned pale. He actually retreated from his half-werewolf form and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"We … are the great … Tuck Tribe!!!" The Elder frantically tried to stand up, but he couldn't move at all. The bones in his body creaked.
From an outsider's point of view, Garen had merely glanced at the Elder before the Elder withdrew his transformation and knelt on the ground. It was as though he was being suppressed by some invisible force. He tried his best to get up but was unable to do so.
Duskdune Shura was hidden in his cloak, and no one could see the change in his expression. He just kept throwing the Werewolves at Garon, as if he was throwing goods. At the same time, he was also retreating quickly.
Bang bang bang!!
Amidst the continuous banging, Garon growled and tried to chase after him, but he was blocked by the Werewolves at the critical moment. His speed was slower than his opponent, and in the end, he could only watch as Duskdune Shura disappeared into the darkness.
"Hmph!!"
Garon slammed his palm on the tree beside him, and with a crack, the thick trunk of the tree actually shed a lot of wood debris like sand. A large white gap appeared on the tree trunk, and it fell to the other side with a loud crash.
At this time, most of the Tuck Tribe's Werewolves had been severely injured by Garon's pursuit. These Werewolves recovered quickly, and some of the Werewolves with broken limbs had already closed up and stopped bleeding. They quietly took the opportunity when Garon wasn't paying attention to them, and quietly put away the bodies of the Elder and their tribesmen, and slowly retreated into the forest.
Celine and Su Lin were standing beside Joseph and the other two without anyone noticing. They seemed to have been watching the battle from the beginning until the end.
Looking at Garon in the distance, Su Lin smiled bitterly.
"Garon has become stronger again … He wasn't this fast before."
"He's a freak!" Celine was speechless.
"Duskdune Shura seems to have acknowledged Garon's strength, but the two of them haven't used their full strength yet. If they really fought, who knows who would win?" Su Lin shook his head.
Joseph and the other two lay on the ground, not daring to move, afraid that they would be discovered by the two.
Hearing Su Lin's words, the three of them couldn't help but be shocked, and Joseph even swallowed his saliva.
"If this is called not using their full strength … then what is?!"
Joseph pinched the leather bag that contained the pure water, and for the first time, he started to doubt the world.
"Didn't grandfather say that without pure water, humans can't fight against the dark races?... Am I seeing things, or is this world too crazy?! "
"The three of you, after watching for so long, it's time to come out and meet us, right?" Su Lin suddenly looked at Joseph and the other two with a smile.
Sin Gerro and the surrounding small countries all used the Confederation's common language, but there was a slight difference in the accent. To be exact, the Confederation's language was the most widely used language in the entire Stonecliff Continent.
Joseph finally stood up with a bitter smile on his face. Johnson and Annie had to follow suit.
From afar, Garon already knew that he couldn't keep up with Duskdune Shura, so he reluctantly turned around and walked towards Su Lin and the other two.
This time, he didn't expect to be able to hold Duskdune Shura back, he just wanted to test how much he had improved.
Sure enough, this time, he didn't use the peak of Stage One and Stage Two Body Hardening Technique, and just fought with Duskdune Shura in his normal state, but he was still at a disadvantage and didn't suffer any serious injuries. The combat system of the Red Jade Palm made up for his lack of finesse and finesse. When he was fighting with Duskdune Shura, although he could not use finesse and finesse, he had enough knowledge and ability to deal with such techniques.
Simply put, even if Duskdune Shura wanted to kill him, he would have to pay a certain price.
Duskdune Shura also noticed this, so he didn't choose to fight, and left decisively.
Most importantly, Garen had finally confirmed the existence of the Golden Sword Throne.
It was indeed on Duskdune Shura, and it was indeed an Antique of Tragedy with a lot of potential!
During the close combat, Garen had already confirmed this point.
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