flstandardbreds Chapter 336 Four Saints in One Hall
Chapter 336 Four Saints in One Hall
Mad Wolf observed carefully and found that Ye Ying was only close to being a semi-saint, and his aura was still at the peak of the legendary level.
No wonder the Great Elder didn't take action.
The other party did not violate the Saint Clause.
Although Mad Wolf is not afraid of Ye Ying's attacks, his strength close to that of a semi-saint greatly restricts his activities.
Each of Tietou and his men faced as many as six enemies, and the pressure suddenly increased.
Although he is not injured yet, the defeat is already decided.
Mad Wolf wanted to go up and help, but he was only physically strong now, and his attack and speed were far inferior to Ye Ying, who was close to the strength of a semi-saint.
Several charges were blocked by the ghostly-speed Night Shadow.
Mad Wolf knew that he could not delay any longer, so he immediately used the secret method from the Star Body Refining Art.
His body grew rapidly, and his height of more than two meters increased to ten meters in an instant.
The flesh, tendons and beard looked as if they had been cut by a knife or an axe.
The mad wolf howled to the sky, the sound was like rumbling thunder, and the werewolves who were besieging Tietou and his men fell from the air one after another.
Ye Ying, who was closest to the Mad Wolf, also felt a tightness in his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He saw that his men were unable to stop the howl of the mad wolf, and fear rose in his heart.
Mad Wolf opened his hands, the iconic human palms, and then clapped his hands suddenly.
The enormous force caused the air between his palms to explode, and a visible energy wave rushed towards Ye Ying.
The energy wave had not arrived yet, but the huge sound of clapping almost broke Ye Ying's eardrums.
In the blink of an eye, the shock wave passed through Ye Ying's body and Ye Ying's figure disappeared.
There was no blood or flesh flying everywhere, it was just an afterimage.
Ye Ying's real body has appeared on the holy altar, and he is kneeling on one knee in front of the wolf tribe's chief elder.
"Great Elder, Mad Wolf has violated the rules. Saints and Semi-Saints are not allowed to join the power struggle of the tribe."
Yeying's forehead was covered with sweat, and he complained tremblingly.
If he hadn't been so fast, he might have been blown to pieces.
He lowered his head and glanced towards the square. Seeing that the figure was still there, he felt a lot more at ease.
The wolf clan elder, who had been sleeping with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, ignored Ye Ying who was kneeling in front of him, and turned to look at the square below.
Staring in one direction, he said, "You are still so cautious."
"Are you afraid that I will take action?"
The old werewolf who was being stared at by the Great Elder did not respond.
The Great Elder looked up at the nearly ten-meter-tall mutant mad wolf in the air and spoke to himself.
"You are all werewolves. If you really want the position of Wolf King, I will allow you, the Semi-Saints, to participate."
"But..." The Great Elder stared at the old wolf in the square, murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "If anyone harms other werewolves, they will be killed on the spot."
After saying this, the wolf clan elder narrowed his eyes again, as if he had fallen asleep.
The kneeling Night Shadow, seeing that the Great Elder had "fallen asleep" again, flew down from the altar as if escaping for his life.
Kneeling quietly in front of the old wolf in the square.
The sudden change left all the orcs present confused.
Everyone looked at the old wolf in the square.
It looked like just an ordinary old wolf.
The face half covered by the black headscarf was full of wrinkles.
He is haggard and looks very old.
His old state is comparable to that of the wolf clan's great elder.
The fur on its body is not the pure black or white of the wolf tribe.
It's a brown hair.
This is relatively rare among wolves. Most white-haired werewolves only develop this fur color due to aging and malnutrition.
Just an old, malnourished wolf.
But no one present thought he was simple.
The old wolf didn't move at all. Everyone held their breath and stared at the old wolf. It was unusually quiet.
Teddy, the lion prince, couldn't help but frown as he looked at the old wolf below.
He heard that the Wolf Clan's Great Elder agreed to the battle between the Semi-Saints.
This is allowed within their fighting tribes as long as the saints of the tribe agree.
Then the semi-saints in the tribe can participate in the struggle for power.
This rule has not been touched by orcs for thousands of years. After all, a half-saint is equivalent to a saint.
It is difficult for a tribe to produce a saint, let alone a situation where two half-saints compete at the same time and a saint is required to preside over the competition.
Could it be that the old brown wolf is also a semi-saint?
Although Prince Teddy didn't want to believe it, he couldn't help but take a breath.
The Mad Wolf's attack power just now had obviously reached the level of a semi-saint.
If the old wolf below is also at the semi-saint level, plus the Snow Mountain Semi-Saint who appeared in the previous Wolf King Competition.
Wouldn’t it be possible for the wolf clan to have four saints living under the same roof?
In that case, even the lion tribe would have no choice but to surrender.
No, we must speed up the process when we get back.
Just as Prince Teddy was thinking, the mad wolf in the air moved.
He threw a punch and rushed towards the brown-haired old wolf in the square with pure physical strength.
He didn't use his fighting spirit, so the barrier didn't stop him.
And he only attacks the old brown wolf.
The orcs around had already moved out of range, so they would not be accidentally injured.
The fist, like a millstone, slammed towards the brown-haired old wolf with destructive power.
The strong wind created by the fist made the surrounding orcs retreat a few steps, making more space.
The fist was about to hit the old wolf in the face, but the old wolf still did not move.
Mad Wolf narrowed his eyes slightly.
Although the old wolf did not make any move, the mad wolf would not think that the other party was an ordinary werewolf.
How could an ordinary werewolf remain motionless in the face of such a powerful punch?
The time for transformation is limited, so you must act quickly.
The mad wolf put in a little more strength, determined to blow the old wolf into pieces with one blow.
The brown-haired old wolf's black turban was blown away by the wind from the fist, revealing his brown pupils.
When he met those eyes, Mad Wolf's heart trembled and a sense of crisis arose.
He instinctively held back a bit and remained alert.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the abdomen, and then the mad wolf flew backwards like a cannonball.
Looking at the old wolf that was getting smaller and smaller in his sight, still maintaining the kicking posture, the mad wolf's throat churned and a stream of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
This is a true half-saint.
Even stronger than the Frost Spirit who broke through to the semi-saint level in the previous competition.
The defense after transformation cannot stop his attack.
If it were a normal state, that kick would have probably cost him his life.
"Damn it!"
The huge body of the mad wolf was slowly shrinking and returning to normal.
It's over now. If I were to withstand such a blow in normal state, I would be dead.
Thinking of this, Mad Wolf looked towards the altar.
The wolf clan's chief elder was still dozing off and showed no intention of helping.
The boss, Chen Xian, was still lying in Lucy's arms, unconscious.
"I didn't expect that among my eldest brother's descendants, there is a genius like you."
Hearing this, the Mad Wolf turned around and found that the old brown-haired wolf had appeared in the sky behind him.
What an abnormal speed.
and many more!
He said the descendants of the eldest brother?
Could he also be from the Blood Claw clan of the Wolf Clan?
But I have never heard before that the old wolf king has such a younger brother!
Judging from his old state, he doesn't look like a man in his fifties or sixties.
"pity……"
Without giving the mad wolf time to think, the brown-haired old wolf showed its sharp claws and attacked.
The sharp wolf claws tore through the air, leaving three blood-red claw marks as they pounced on the mad wolf.
The hair on the mad wolf's back stood up, and he felt the breath of death.
Chen Xian’s figure appeared in my mind. I’m sorry, boss, I didn’t complete the task this time.
Lucy's figure appeared again and said, "I'm sorry, big sister. I can't help you beat others in the future."
Finally, a beautiful white figure emerged, pointing a sword at him.
I'm sorry...
Before those three words were uttered, the bloody claws had already hit the mad wolf's back.
Suddenly, three bone-penetrating wounds appeared, and the spine on his back seemed to be broken.
The vitality in the Mad Wolf's eyes was fading, and his vision was becoming increasingly blurred.
Suddenly, the beautiful white figure appeared again.
"I won't let you die, do you hear me..."
Upon hearing the familiar gentle cry, the Mad Wolf completely lost consciousness.