Werewolf Kingdom

The Dals wolf tribe lives in the Alam Plain. The vast land is the hunting ground of the werewolves. Every corner is filled with the figures of the werewolves and their ferocious hunting. They are the animals that survive on the Alam Plain. Any other race that enters here may become their hunting target.

At the entrance to the northern border of the Alam Plain, in the Skars Canyon, a bloody and fiery battle is going on in the canyon.

The canyon, which is 100 meters wide, is full of corpses, including human swordsmen, tall minotaurs, and more werewolf corpses. Compared with the well-equipped human soldiers wearing fine half-body armor, holding shields and sharp blades, or the minotaurs who are more than two meters and five meters tall and strong, the werewolves do not have much advantage.

The battle is not over yet. The strong bloody smell covers the entire canyon, and the shouts of killing are soaring into the sky, like a forbidden place of death. Even the flying birds avoid it from a distance and are unwilling to fly over it.

"Ahem!"

In a corner, several corpses suddenly turned over, and a thin werewolf crawled out. He looked around blankly with unfocused eyes. The countless corpses made him feel horrified.

"What kind of hell is this place? What kind of monsters are these?"

Derek Silver Fang, a martial arts master, is proficient in more than a dozen martial arts such as Xingyi, Chuojiao, and Iron Wire Fist. He is so famous that he is called the "King of Black Fist", "King of Underground", and "Great Master" in the world's underground black market unlimited fighting. He has few opponents. He is also an out-and-out martial arts fanatic. In order to pursue more powerful strength, he actually uses electric current to stimulate the acupoints and improve his physical fitness to practice martial arts. In the eyes of outsiders, Derek Silver Fang is a madman, a terrible martial arts madman. I'm afraid no one would have thought that he would die while practicing martial arts. The wire short-circuited and he was electrocuted alive.

When his eyes were fixed, he finally understood the current situation. Countless memories came to his mind. He was not dead, but was possessed by a werewolf named Bernard.

"I never thought I was a fool!" He looked down at his furry wolf claws. His palms were human-like, with rootless fingers that could grab and hold, but they were much sharper, and the back of his hands were covered with furry gray hair. Although there was no mirror and he couldn't see his appearance now, looking at the werewolf corpses around him, he was probably the same. He smiled, revealing his sharp canine teeth.

This kind of thing would be enough to scare people to death if it happened to others, but Bernard could still laugh when he stood on a battlefield full of corpses, which undoubtedly deserved his title of "madman".

He really was a madman.

Speaking of this werewolf named Bernard, his fate was quite tragic. He lost his father at a young age. Before he was born, his father was conscripted into the army and then disappeared. He was probably dead on the battlefield a long time ago. His mother raised him alone. It should be because he didn't have enough nutrition. He was thin since he was a child, often bullied by his peers, and his brain was not working well. He was called a fool by the villagers. Three years ago, the only mother who loved him passed away, and his situation became even more miserable. In the end, he was plotted by the village chief again. Not only was all the property left by his father embezzled, but he was also replaced by the village chief's son to join the army. Because of his weak body, he was a head shorter than a normal werewolf, and he was also bullied in the army. This time he was promoted to the front line and became a member of the cannon fodder army.

With his ability, let alone a strong minotaur, he might not be able to beat even an elite human soldier. As soon as the battle started, he was hit on the head and fainted. Fortunately, he fell in a corner and his body was intact.

Corpses were piled up all around, blood flowed like a river, and the air was filled with a strong and disgusting smell of blood. Facing such an environment, even Derek Silver Fang had never seen it before when he was fighting in the underground black market boxing match. After all, that world was already in peacetime. But he not only did not feel uncomfortable at all, but was very adaptable, like a natural warrior. The bloody corpses only made him more excited, and he had to admire his thick nerves.

"There's a b*st*rd missing there, who's going to kill him!"

"I'll do it!"

A group of human soldiers and several tall minotaurs broke through the defense line formed by the werewolves and rushed over here. Halfway through, a warrior wearing half-armor rushed out, holding a heavy sword in both hands. He looked like a two-handed swordsman. His body was covered with blood, and the sword turned red. He rushed towards Derek Silver Fang with a grim smile on his face.

"Dirty b*st*rd, die for me!"

A bloody smell came to his face. This swordsman had killed many people with his hands. With a heavy sword, he was about to cut Derek Silver Fang in half.

"Huh? This place is too dangerous." Derek Silver Fang realized that he was on the battlefield and seemed to be a werewolf. At this time, the greatsword in the hand of the human soldier had already chopped him.

Derek Silver Fang was known as a great master in his previous life. He did not like to use weapons, but was good at using his body. Every part of his body was a weapon for killing. As long as he got close to him, the opponent would definitely die. With this move, he found that his new physical fitness was very strong. You know, the body of the fool werewolf he inherited was much worse than that of a normal werewolf. Even so, it was much stronger than the earthlings in his previous life.

In terms of the quality of this body, he could directly participate in the Olympics in his previous life, and he could easily defeat four or five strong earthlings. This was still an individual with relatively poor qualifications, and he couldn't help but have a great interest in this world.

"How is it possible?"

Derek Silver Fang rushed forward, scaring the great swordsman. Although the heavy sword in his hand was long, it was not light, and the speed of returning to defense was very slow. If the werewolf got close to him, he couldn't help but doubt whether the leather armor on his body could resist the werewolf's claws. The great swordsman could not help but pull back, trying to distance himself from Derek Yin Ya. In fact, with the speed of the werewolf, the clumsy human swordsman had no time to dodge, but at this moment, Derek Yin Ya's body trembled, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

"Is this, is this Baodan?!" Derek Yin Ya's eyes were horrified. He was surprised to find that at this moment, as he moved, a stream of heat rose from his body, as if a cyclone was slowly moving in his abdomen, but it felt that the cyclone was not in a good state and could collapse at any time.

Even so, Derek Yin Ya did not expect that this time he would not only travel through time and space to become a werewolf, but also practice Chinese martial arts for thirty years. He was aware of the golden wind before it moved, and he was unaware of the death of the impermanence. Shen Zang's Qi was like a ball, swallowing and spitting out the cold collapse bomb. The feeling of Baodan was also brought over. After being shocked, he felt ecstatic.

When he was a child, he practiced Chinese martial arts with an old man in the village. He practiced Xingyiquan. From then on, he became obsessed with Chinese martial arts. He visited all kinds of schools and sects all over the country and challenged them, just to understand their martial arts. After ten years, he completely became a martial arts fanatic and a martial arts fanatic. In order to hone himself, he did not hesitate to join the underground black market. He once challenged the four strongest black market boxing masters in Western Europe and Southeast Asia by himself. As a result, all four were seriously injured, but they were not in danger of life because he never killed people.

He is a legend in the black market boxing world. He maintains the record of knocking down all opponents and winning all battles, but he has never killed anyone.

Chinese martial arts emphasize self-cultivation and should not kill people indiscriminately. He has followed this bottom line from beginning to end.

After spending more than 30 years, Guoshu experienced the realms of bone, jing, marrow, moving qi and blood, and finally he stepped into the realm that the old man who taught him Guoshu martial arts had not stepped into. His body was flawless, he took root, his essence was restrained, and he became a master of Baodan after those martial arts masters in the Republic of China. At that time, he was already an absolute top master, but he was not satisfied.

In his opinion, there is no limit to martial arts. Perhaps because the environment has changed, after Guoshu reached Baodan, no one has reached a higher level. In fact, he visited the entire domestic martial arts community and found that there were only two or three people who practiced Baodan. Compared with the other few people with gray hair and dry blood, he is in his prime and has momentum. Of course, he cannot stick to the rules and is unwilling to stop at Baodan.

He began to intentionally collect the cultivation methods of many schools across the country, and asked many old boxers for help. He finally found clues in some classics. In many records of national martial arts, there are more advanced levels after Baodan, but they are all unspeakable levels.

Derek Yin Ya went through a lot of hardships, and he finally made a major discovery in the interlayer of an ancient book. In ancient times, there was a mysterious substance between heaven and earth, which they called "heaven and earth aura". The ancients practiced martial arts, which is modern national martial arts, to the extreme, and they could feel this substance. Baodan formed a ball, and condensed liquid into a pill, which is the legendary limit. Seeing the nature in the void, the diamond is indestructible, this is the golden elixir in the body, hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, killing people with a breath of true qi, and having the power to subdue demons and exorcise monsters.

In the secret book of the interlayer, they suspected that it was because of the substance called "spiritual energy of heaven and earth" in ancient times that the legendary Sakyamuni and Wudang master Zhang Sanfeng were both pioneers and reached such a state. They called them "qi practitioners". But later, the world changed. In the Republic of China, the world no longer had that mysterious substance, and no one reached such a state. In the eyes of others, it was just a vague legend, but the recorder of the interlayer believed that this state really existed in the world, and the reason why Derek Silver Fang used electric current to stimulate himself to practice was to borrow external force, but he didn't expect to electrocute himself to death.

"Huhu!"

The evil wind was rushing overhead, and the human swordsman swung the heavy sword again and pounced down, with a sharp sound of wind, as if he wanted to split Bernard in half with one sword. Derek Silver Fang was shocked and finally realized that this world was not the earth, but a battlefield, with two armies facing each other, and it was either you die or I live.

It is better to kill the enemy than to be killed by the enemy.

Derek Silver Fang turned his body to one side, his bones cracked, his arms were like a big gun, iron wire fist, big gunner.

He turned his body, avoided the sword, and grabbed the sword with his right hand like lightning. This action made the human swordsman jump, and he pulled back subconsciously. Derek Silver Fang took advantage of the situation and flew into the air, appearing above the big swordsman's head, and swung his left hand like lightning, slashing the human's throat. Swallow three scoops of water, eagle claws locking throat skills, the furry wolf claws were stained with bright blood drops, exuding a weird breath under the sunlight.

The human swordsman stared in disbelief, never expecting that he would die at the hands of a skinny and weak wolf cub.

At this time, Derek Silver Fang's eyes shrank, staring blankly at his left hand. He was surprised to find that when he killed the human swordsman, a heat that penetrated his bones flowed into his body along his left hand and entered the abdominal cyclone, which unexpectedly solidified the collapsing Baodan cyclone.

He seemed to have thought of something, looked up at the battlefield, and found a three-meter-tall minotaur lying dying not far away, with five or six werewolf bodies lying beside him, looking like he was on the verge of death.

"Huh?!"

Derek Silver Fang jumped on his toes, and a sharp arrow shot out from his feet. The tip of the arrow pierced the minotaur's heart, and he finally closed his eyes. A thicker heat flow than before flowed into his body and joined the cyclone in his body.

What's going on in this world? Derek Silver Fang can finally be sure that as long as he kills the enemy, he can plunder some energy from the enemy's body.

If the slight heat flow when killing the first enemy on the battlefield may be just Derek Silver Fang's illusion, but after he killed the seriously injured Minotaur warrior, the stronger heat flow quickly flowed into his body and merged into the cyclone, which undoubtedly proved his conjecture.

Simply put, every time he killed an opponent, there seemed to be a heat flow from the opponent's body into his body, and the amount of energy obtained was based on the opponent's strength. The stronger the person, the more he got. Killing individuals with similar strength to himself, he got a small amount of supplement. As for killing people with lower strength than himself, he probably got nothing!

"Puff!" With a force on his feet, Derek Silver Fang couldn't help but make a Bagua Palm horse bolt action. His face suddenly changed, because at this time he felt that the soil under his feet was like tofu, neatly concave and leaving a footprint. At the same time, his bon