"This foreign devil is peculiar!"

Qin Yang's face slightly darkened; the wound actually healed automatically.

"Heh heh, the taste of delicious blood."

Baron of the Night licked his lips, as if reminiscing that taste, and then his gaze shifted back to Qin Yang.

"In recent years, you are the first to injure me, Baron."

Baron of the Night's eyes began turning red, filled with a beastly ferocity.

"Why does this foreign devil have a beastly aura?"

Qin Yang's brow furrowed with surprise.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Baron of the Night's toes tapped the ground, his figure shot up, and his sharp claws aimed at Qin Yang, a fierce claw wind rushing forward.

"He's gotten a lot faster."

Qin Yang's face slightly darkened, he retreated a few steps, and then grabbed an iron rod from the ground.

Bang clang!

Qin Yang swung the iron rod, striking Baron of the Night's head directly.

Blood streamed down from Baron of the Night's head, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, began to heal quickly.

Bang bang bang!

Qin Yang's toes tapped the ground consecutively, avoiding the fierce claw wind, as he repeatedly struck Baron of the Night's head with the iron rod, often making a new wound before the previous was fully healed.

A minute later, Baron of the Night's head was battered by Qin Yang's strikes, blood streaming.

However, Qin Yang noticed that each time he hit this foreign devil, the red in his eyes deepened, and the beastly aura grew stronger.

Baron of the Night's speed also increased, and Qin Yang found fewer opportunities to strike his head.

"Damn foreign devil, not an ordinary person for sure, gets stronger with more beating."

Qin Yang thought curiously.

Swish!

As Qin Yang pondered, Baron of the Night's eyes grew even redder, and his sharp claws came down toward Qin Yang.

Qin Yang raised the iron rod to block, but the sharp claws split it in two, giving Qin Yang the chance to kick Baron of the Night's abdomen.

Boom boom boom!

Baron of the Night staggered back a few steps, Qin Yang took advantage, his figure retreating three zhang, increasing the distance between them.

Close combat is not the specialty of a Cultivator after all.

"Can't keep dragging it out with this foreign devil. Damn, soon his speed might surpass mine."

Qin Yang pinched out a talisman glowing faint purple between his fingers.

"Is this the talisman used by Huaxia Daoists? Heh heh, you think mere ghost talismans can harm the great Bordeaux Race Baron?"

Seeing the talisman between Qin Yang's fingers, Baron of the Night laughed coldly.

"Just try and see."

Qin Yang replied coldly.

"Go!"

Qin Yang's eyes grew cold and he flicked the talisman with his fingers.

Whoosh!

The talisman glowing faint purple turned into a stream of light toward Baron of the Night.

"Thunder Shock Talisman, fall!"

In mid-air, the Thunder Shock Talisman disintegrated into light, a streak of faint purple lightning shot forth.

Baron of the Night's eyes narrowed, evasion was impossible.

Boom!

The faint purple lightning crashed onto Baron of the Night, throwing his body backward, then he heavily fell.

Dust churned, and Baron of the Night's golden hair turned charred black.

Crack! Crack!

Purple lightning arcs danced on Baron of the Night, causing his features to twist.

"Heh heh, pathetic Huaxia person, you've succeeded in angering the great Bordeaux Race Baron."

Baron of the Night's face twisted, he stood up, his eyes turning beast-like crimson.

"Hmm?"

Qin Yang frowned; the Thunder Shock Talisman was his strongest single-target attack talisman. Yet this foreign devil was still standing and speaking, unimpaired by it?

Even a Profound Tier expert would struggle against a Thunder Shock Talisman strike.

"Next, I will tear you apart!"

Baron of the Night growled beastly, his crimson eyes fixed coldly on Qin Yang.

Rip! Rip!

Baron of the Night's tuxedo tore open, explosive muscles covered his body, his figure rapidly growing taller.

Two meters, two point three, two point five... three point five!

Within moments, Baron of the Night grew to three point five meters, his clothes shredded, black fur covering his body.

His Western face became a snarling wolf head, full of sharp teeth, eyes burning with beastly ferocity.

"A werewolf?!"

Qin Yang's eyes narrowed in shock; this foreign devil was a werewolf?

Qin Yang knew a bit about Western werewolf legends.

It is said in ancient Europe, during a plague, people died en masse; two brothers were bitten by an infected bat and wolf respectively.

After mutating from the virus, one brother became the ancestor of vampires, the other of werewolves.

Vampires and werewolves have long lifespans; vampires crave fresh blood, while werewolves, in wolf transformation, are violent, with enhanced strength, speed, and defense, craving fresh meat.

"If werewolves exist, vampires likely do too."

Qin Yang mused.

Huaxia has Ancient Martial Artists, the Southwest has Gu Masters, the West has werewolves and possibly vampires; not so hard to fathom.

"Oooo... howl!"

Baron of the Night raised his ferocious wolf head, howling at the crescent moon.

Werewolves and vampires can absorb the Essence of the Moon, becoming stronger by the full moon.

Tonight, only a half moon is present, not when werewolves are strongest.

"Heh heh, tremble before the might of the Bordeaux Wolf Race!"

Baron of the Night laughed maniacally, standing tall, wolf claws exposed, unmatched sharpness.

Swish!

Baron of the Night kicked the ground, the tall wolf figure flashed, instantly before Qin Yang, enormous sharp claws coming down!

"So fast!"

Qin Yang's eyes narrowed; dodging was not an option.

"Green Water Talisman, shield!"

Qin Yang crushed the talisman; a green water veil enveloped him.

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