Chapter Seventy-Four: Battle of the Captains-Creating a World Beyond(Hua Renqiu)

“Swish!” The werewolf Wolf agilely dodged Brent’s sword aura, leaving an unlucky kobold crossbowman to take the fall, cleaved in two by the blade’s force. Wolf leapt high, flipping in midair—head down, feet up—his sharp claws flashing as they hooked toward Brent’s forehead.

Brent dropped down, tucking his head to evade the deadly strike. He thrust his sword upward, aiming for Wolf’s eyes.

Clang! Wolf’s right claw swept aside the blade, twisting with brute force in an attempt to snap Brent’s precious sword. But his claws merely sent sparks flying along the blade’s length.

“Hah!” Brent raised his foot, kicking at Wolf’s chest. Wolf deftly dodged, spinning a full three-sixty in the air before landing solidly on the ground a short distance away.

This was a warrior with immense combat experience! A shadow of solemnity flickered in Wolf’s eyes—he would need to take this fight seriously.

So strong! Truly worthy of the werewolf tribe’s reputation! Brent had no time to worry about the city gate now; the pressure from this werewolf left her breathless.

“Swish!” Wolf was first to counterattack, lunging forward in a blur, his claws slashing for Brent’s throat.

“Sweeping Slash!” Brent spun, unleashing a powerful wave of sword energy. Not only did this disrupt Wolf’s assault, it seized the attack’s momentum for herself.

Wolf nimbly dodged the sword aura, dropping to all fours and circling Brent with beastly speed, then leaping at him with a savage roar.

“Clang! Clang!” Brent swung his sword again and again, deflecting the claws that threatened his vital points.

“Roar!” Wolf bared his bloody jaws, lunging to bite Brent’s throat.

Startled, Brent darted aside. He evaded the fatal attack, but Wolf’s fangs still tore a chunk from his left shoulder, wrenching out flesh with brutal force.

“Ugh!” Cold sweat beaded Brent’s brow. Gritting her teeth, she retaliated with a slash that carved a deep, bloody gash across Wolf’s chest.

Both hit the ground, blood pouring from their wounds.

“The flesh and blood of the strong... heh heh...” Wolf seemed utterly unconcerned with his own injury, in stark contrast to Brent. His regeneration was formidable; so long as he lived, he could recover fully. The werewolf chewed up Brent’s flesh, swallowing it with a terrifying crimson glint in his eyes.

Gulp. Even Brent, the strongest of the town guards, could not suppress a shudder of fear at such a monstrous foe—especially after witnessing him swallow a piece of her own flesh.

“So, little mouse, which bit of your meat shall I eat next?” Wolf’s crimson tongue flicked out, licking blood from his lips.

Brent took a step back. Even without understanding Wolf’s words, she could see the ravenous hunger in those eyes.

Troublesome! The legendary werewolf tribe was even more formidable than expected.

“Lost your nerve? Then allow me!” Wolf grinned wickedly, once again circling Brent at blinding speed like a starving beast, then lunged for an opening.

Cold sweat streamed down Brent’s face. She swung her sword desperately, keeping Wolf at bay and denying him any chance to strike.

Man and wolf clashed in a frenzied battle, sand and stones flying, blood spraying.

Brent had been inside so long without opening the gate that the town guards outside began to panic. With the captain’s strength, these kobolds should never have posed a threat. Had something gone wrong? Was there an even greater menace inside?

“Captain! Are you all right?!” Zack shouted up at the inner wall.

“I’m fine! Press the attack—there’s a tough enemy here!” Brent’s voice strained as she replied mid-battle.

“The captain’s in danger!” Zack realized at once. “Attack! Attack! Kill the kobolds and break through as quickly as possible!”

“All units, attack!” Alex called out, rallying the troops. “Militia, gather stones! Archers, join the fight and shoot down the kobolds!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! The guards hurled stones ever more fiercely, with many militia now joining the ranged assault. Yet kobolds kept streaming onto the walls, their volleys of bolts inflicting heavy losses on both guards and militia.

“Sweeping Slash!”

Seeing the battle turn against them, Zack and Buddy had no choice but to unleash their own combat techniques on the wall. Though their prowess was a far cry from the captain’s, each Sweeping Slash left them gasping for breath; still, the results were impressive, felling many kobolds.

“The town guards are invincible! Charge!” Alex, mounted, spurred the troops’ morale.

“The town guards are invincible!” the soldiers shouted in unison, their spirits surging.

Hearing the commotion outside, Brent’s heart leapt with hope. If the guards pressed their attack, the kobolds would soon collapse! Once the crossbowmen were routed and their barrage ceased, the guards could help each other scale the walls and seize victory.

Hold on. She must stall this terrifying werewolf until her comrades broke through.

Brent resolved to fight the werewolf with everything she had. They exchanged blow after blow for dozens of rounds, then Brent gathered her strength for another spinning attack: “Sweeping Slash!”

“Swish!” Predictably, Wolf dodged the sword aura with ease, then blurred forward, becoming a shadow that lunged at Brent.

“Now!” Brent seized her chance, gripping her sword with both hands and lifting it in a sudden arc—“Heavenly Slash!”

A crescent-shaped sword aura surged upward—a secret technique beyond Sweeping Slash, her strongest single-target attack.

Wolf was caught off guard by this hidden move. Unable to dodge in time, he raised his claws to block, but the sword energy sliced through them effortlessly, carving a horrific wound from his face down to his abdomen.

“I did it!” Brent exclaimed, watching as the sword aura split open the werewolf’s belly. Victory was hers! She had concealed her deadliest strike for a fatal blow.

A smile broke across her face as the werewolf’s corpse crashed to the ground. She had slain a warrior of the werewolf tribe—her name would surely spread far and wide.

Now, she only needed to deal with the kobolds...

But before her smile faded, she suddenly felt a chill at her throat. She turned in astonishment to see the werewolf, body split from face to stomach, glaring at her with savage eyes. His shattered claws, impossibly, slashed across her neck.

“Didn’t anyone tell you? To kill a werewolf, you must use silver.” Wolf’s cruel smile twisted his lips as the wounds on his face slowly began to heal.