The Great Demon Lord of the American Comics World

Chapter 15, The Legend of the Night

Ding-dong.

The last spent cartridge ejected by the Glock 17 bounced twice on the ground before coming to a stop.

The warehouse fell into a deathly silence.

Li Xingzhou discarded the Glock 17 he had seized, opened the magazine of his own Colt Python, and began loading bullets into it one by one.

His movements were unhurried, deliberate, and even somewhat arrogant—the Blood Hand Gang members weren't all dead yet; the Blood Hand Gang leader sitting on the broken sofa, and the alluring dark-skinned woman on top of him, were still alive.

Just as he was loading the ammunition.

The dark-skinned woman, who had been stunned by his superb marksmanship, suddenly revealed a fierce glint in her eyes and abruptly reached out and dragged an M11 submachine gun from the corner of the sofa.

Unfortunately, before she could even point the gun at Li Xingzhou, Li Xingzhou, who had only loaded three bullets, snapped the magazine shut and fired.

Bang!
Gunfire rang out.

The bullet entered the dark-skinned woman's forehead, blowing off a piece of the back of her head, and splattering blood all over Budman's head and face.

To Li Xingzhou's slight surprise, Badman showed no fear, only anger in his eyes.

He took a deep drag on his cigar, exhaling smoke from his nostrils, then threw the lifeless woman to the ground. His eyes, bloodshot, fixed on Li Xingzhou, and he growled viciously:

"You're not an ordinary person! An ordinary person couldn't fire a gun that fast or accurately! You're a superhuman!"

"so what?"

Li Xingzhou looked at Badman with curiosity:
"Aren't you scared?"

"Fear?"

Badman sneered, spat out his cigar, slowly stood up, ripped off his vest, revealing his strong, steel-like muscles:
“You think I’d be afraid of a mere superhuman? Have you ever considered how I, an outsider, managed to carve out a territory in the chaotic black neighborhoods of Queens in less than a year? Kid, you haven’t seen real terror yet… Today, Grandpa Badman will open your eyes!”

He suddenly let out a howl like a wolf.

With a roar, coarse black hairs sprouted from every pore of his body, and his body began to swell rapidly. His mouth protruded forward, his ears grew larger, and then his shoes, socks, and pants were torn apart by his rapidly expanding claws—within seconds, Badman had transformed into a black-haired werewolf with a height of over 2.3 meters and ferocious fangs!

"Werewolf?"

Li Xingzhou frowned slightly, then relaxed, and whispered:
"Well, I knew this world would be in chaos..."

Before he could finish speaking, Badman's enormous claws slammed into the ground, propelling him like an arrow towards Li Xingzhou. Simultaneously, he swung down his massive hand, its five black, dagger-like claws aimed straight at Li Xingzhou's head.
"I will tear you apart, devour you, and eat you until not a single bone is left!"

Li Xingzhou remained calm, lightly tapping his toes as his body moved like a flying catkin, creating distance between himself and the werewolf. At the same time, he calmly raised his gun and fired.

Bang bang!

Two gunshots rang out, and the last two bullets in the magazine accurately struck the werewolf in the eyes, splattering out a cloud of foul blood.

Unfortunately, the bullets were just ordinary bullets. Even though both bullets pierced through his eye sockets and skull, the werewolf simply jerked his head back, let out a painful roar, and then continued to pounce on Li Xingzhou as if nothing had happened.

Shooting out the eyes is not very useful; the werewolf will not lose sight of the target due to temporary loss of vision, and its keen sense of smell allows it to easily locate Li Xingzhou.

Li Xingzhou shook his head, not attempting to confront the werewolf head-on—after using "Heavenly Demon Flesh Devouring" to absorb Jason's power and strengthen his physical body, his strength had greatly increased, but he was still still within the realm of mortals.

Even with his hastily acquired internal energy, he probably wouldn't be a match for this werewolf who was over 2.3 meters tall, with arms thicker than his thighs, and whose claws could tear apart concrete when it stomped on the ground.

He simply channeled his inner energy, used his lightness skill, and moved with mysterious steps, as if dancing on the edge of a knife, calmly and gracefully dodging the werewolf's repeated attacks that were as fierce as mad dogs.

The werewolf roared repeatedly, sometimes striking with its claws, sometimes biting with its mouth, and sometimes crouching down and charging savagely on all fours. But every claw strike, bite, and charge only grazed the hem of Li Xingzhou's clothes. Each time it seemed to be just a hair's breadth away from hitting him, but it always fell just short.

A minute later, the werewolf finally cornered Li Xingzhou against the wall and swung its claw down with all its might. But Li Xingzhou jumped up from the spot, soaring nearly four meters into the air, flying over the werewolf's head and returning to the open ground. The werewolf's claws gripped the wall, sending sparks flying and dust flying, leaving several deep claw marks.

No matter how powerful the claw strike is, it's useless if it misses.

The werewolf grew increasingly enraged, suddenly turning around and lunging at Li Xingzhou again, drooling and growling:

"Aren't you a superhuman? Why are you afraid to fight me? All you can do is jump around like a monkey?"

Ignoring its taunts, Li Xingzhou calmly dodged while reloading and firing, aiming for the head, eyes, or throat.

However, attacks from ordinary handgun bullets are like scraping a werewolf.

Even if shot in the eyes, temples, throat, nose, or mouth, it won't kill the werewolf.

So, while firing his gun, Li Xingzhou would also dodge the werewolf's pounce and charge, circle around behind the werewolf, and then slap it on the back.

Werewolves have exceptionally tough back muscles, like rubber tires, making them completely impenetrable to the fists and feet of ordinary people.

But Li Xingzhou's palm strike was different.

He used the "Blood-Melting Divine Palm," a demonic martial art that uses a subtle yet venomous penetrating force to directly attack the enemy's bones and internal organs, shattering their bones and causing their internal organs to bleed.

Unfortunately, even though his palm strike could penetrate the werewolf's muscle defenses and reach its spine and internal organs, judging from the werewolf's reaction, after being hit, it would only spit out a mouthful of blood and foam, and then act as if nothing had happened.

Of course, Li Xingzhou also noticed that whenever the werewolf was hit by a palm strike, its movements would slow down by half a beat, and it would take more than ten seconds to return to normal.

Clearly, the recovery of its internal injuries will involve and consume some of its energy.

Is it possible that werewolves might also slowly run out of regenerative energy and die?
Li Xingzhou was a little curious and wanted to give it a try.

If all else fails, he also has a trump card—

Freddy's Nightmare Claws were successfully seized, and he even used his own spiritual power to slightly modify and refine them, making the magical weapon, which possessed Nightmare properties and could travel between dreams and reality, even stronger than it had been in Freddy's hands.

Li Xingzhou can use this claw to damage or even tear apart the soul of his enemy.

He refused to believe that a werewolf's soul was as difficult to kill as its physical body.

However, before Li Xingzhou could properly test it, an accident occurred.

Just as Li Xingzhou dodged the werewolf's pounce again and fired three shots at it, the skylight on the warehouse roof suddenly burst open with a bang.

As glass shards shattered, a short-haired woman, dressed in a black fitted leather jacket, a long black leather trench coat, and high-top leather boots, suddenly descended through the broken skylight amidst the raging wind and rain.

The warehouse skylight is five or six meters above the ground, which is roughly the height between the third floor and the first floor of an ordinary residential building.

When the black-haired woman in the flowing trench coat landed, she didn't even bend her knees, completely ignoring the impact of falling from a height of five or six meters. She strode forward, drew her pistol, and fired repeatedly at the werewolf as she went.

bang bang bang bang...

The woman in black emptied the magazine in one go.

The werewolf, which seemed impossible to kill, collapsed to the ground, whimpering in pain, after more than a dozen blood spots appeared all over its body. It weakly and indistinctly growled:

"Damn it... vampire..."

Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, the woman in black, having changed her magazine, shot him in the head.

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