My wife is the stand-in.

Even though he was in so much pain that his vision was blurring, William was still thinking of a solution at lightning speed.

"No."

Allen leaped a few times to create distance, then snatched the small bag from William's arms, took out the documents, and chewed them up in a few bites.

Under current conditions, the digestive system is the best paper shredder.

"It's too late. The plane will take at least another hour. You can't withstand two teleportation spells in your current condition."

Allen, hunched over, smeared William's spilled blood all over his nose and tongue. With this action, his body swelled further, and he said in a slightly labored voice:

"I can heal myself, let me fight him again and buy time."

"You lost last time."

"I underestimated my opponent last time."

"What if he's targeting me?"

"Then I'll let him kill you, and kill him when he's distracted."

Allen drooled, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace.

"I hope you'll keep your word." William closed his eyes with satisfaction.

At this moment, Amanosaki pushed aside the bushes, impatiently shaking the tip of his gun, "Are you done yet? You've already given me two minutes to explain my last words."

"One-on-one, don't cause trouble for the wounded."

The werewolf suddenly spun around, its front paws gripping the ground, easily crushing the stone between its fingers. Beneath its glossy fur were surging muscles brimming with monstrous strength.

Amanosaki's eyes lit up:

"Alright, let's have a 1v1 man-on-man battle on the top lane."

As soon as he finished speaking, the werewolf leaped high into the air and left, while Amanosaki dragged his large gun and ran at top speed, plowing a furrow in the soft ground.

"Running away for your life is not a man's choice."

Amanosaki chased after him on the ground, not forgetting to taunt him.

"This is to prevent people from breaking the rules."

The werewolf's voice echoed throughout the woods, indicating that he was extremely fast.

Amanosaki paused, his feet sinking into the ground, and slid forward a short distance, taking a lunge stance in preparation.

The trees and bushes were bathed in sunlight so intense it was almost blinding, creating blind spots in the field of vision.

During the day, there is no better place to launch a sneak attack.

Werewolf Allen's attack arrived as expected.

He seized the moment when Amanosaki stopped, and while Amanosaki used his strength to stop himself, this behemoth, over three meters tall, burst out of the lurking tree trunk!

Amanosaki heard the sound of wind in his ears. He twisted his wrist, and the Spear of Longchinus drew a silver arc, snapping the attack against him in half.

Wood chips flying everywhere!

The one who attacked Amanosaki from behind just now wasn't a werewolf, it was a tree trunk he threw!

At the same time, the sound of something cutting through the air rang out from all directions, some heavy, some light.

Enhancement Magic: Limb Enhancement

The Spear of Longchinus abandoned its straightforward attack pattern and began to unleash a dazzling display of power under Amanosaki's two-handed control.

The gun tip drew circles in the air. Amanosaki turned around on the spot, letting the gun flowers sweep past, and smashed down all the attacks in one fell swoop!

It can even easily shatter granite...

As Allen moved on, he glimpsed through the gaps in the leaves that the granite had been struck by that strange, large spear, its cut surface as smooth as a mirror, and he felt a bit uneasy.

He refused to engage in close combat with Amanosaki because he was deeply impressed by their first meeting.

Allen tested him with his own body, and found that this man named Amanosaki's physical abilities were no less than those of a werewolf in a rage, and his explosive power was even greater.

Amanosaki's fighting power is even stronger now that he's wielding that gun.

'William was hit, and his thoughts began to wander; there must be something strange about the gun he was relying on.'

Allen hadn't really thought about it, but his extensive combat experience and animal instincts still made him wary of the gun.

And so, Allen kept throwing things at Amanosaki, who then used the Spear of Longchinus to deflect them.

As Nozaki gradually grew bored that day, a bloody smell jolted him awake.

"Good lad!" Amanosaki gritted his teeth, exhaled a breath of stale air, and perked up.

He suddenly realized Allen's intention.

Wolves are adept at ambushing their prey and using their numerical advantage to defeat them.

Lone wolves often employ a bleeding tactic, inflicting wounds on the enemy that are difficult to heal. Once the enemy has bled out or the wound becomes infected and loses its fighting ability, they can then calmly finish them off.

This burly man was exceptionally meticulous in battle.

He was trying to wear down Amanosaki's stamina.

"Should I be judged by the physical strength of an ordinary swordsman...?"

Amanosaki swept away the tangled branches with his gun, essentially clarifying the opponent's strategy.

By launching a series of rapid attacks in a short period of time, they exhausted Amanosaki's stamina.

To guard against possible attacks, Amanosaki must be on high alert, while Allen, who holds the initiative, can use the werewolf's agility and digestive ability, which is even stronger than that of wild beasts, to collect all the nearby creatures, birds, beasts, insects and fish, and turn them into energy.

With this ebb and flow, Amanosaki would be at his last gasp in less than ten minutes.

That's exactly what happened.

The bloody smell that Amanosaki just smelled was from a fawn that Allen encountered while scavenging for stones. He bit the fawn to death, and blood inevitably splattered out.

However, Amanosaki did not stop his actions. He quietly took out a gem and held it in his hand, calmly confronting the other party.

So be it. I have gems to store magic power. You still need to scavenge for living creatures everywhere. The more you make a fuss, the more animals will run away. Let's see who can convert energy more efficiently!

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

thirty minutes.

Amanosaki's feet had tamped the soil down, and he was surrounded by a mess of rubble and rotten wood.

a mess.

But Amanosaki seemed completely at ease, without a single drop of sweat on his forehead.

He was consuming the magic in the gem the whole time, and even had time to cast a cooling spell on himself!

Compared to him, the werewolf Allen looked much more disheveled.

His hair was soaked with sweat, covered in dust and withered leaves, and twisted into a clump, making him look like a defeated dog.

Creatures within a 500-meter radius either ran away or died; he even ate beetles and larvae. Beyond that distance, he could no longer maintain a high frequency of attacks.

But now that 30 minutes have passed, going to look for food would be a waste of energy.

But if he doesn't look for it, he's just wasting his time. Allen doesn't need to look; he knows from the strong, familiar smell of sweat in his nostrils that he's dug himself a huge hole.

"We can only hold on this far. William should be gone by now."

Allen exhaled two columns of steam and inhaled a huge amount of air.

Amanosaki raised his gun and swept away the dark object that had been thrown at him.

But after being struck by Longchinus's spear, the clump scattered and covered Amanosaki's face.

Wet, fuzzy, smelling of sweat, grease, and dust.

It was a ball of fur; the werewolf had plucked out his own fur, rolled it into a ball, and used it to humiliate Amanosaki.

"Serves you right for showing off, hahaha!"

The werewolf's laughter was exceptionally arrogant. Amanosaki wiped his face, revealing a completely unconcerned smile.

"I was going to spare your life, but now I think there are still plenty of fish in the river, and we're just short of meat bait."

He flashed a chilling smile, revealing two rows of white teeth.

“I think Mr. Allen and I are destined to meet, so why don’t I make you my fishing bait? Anyway, you can regenerate like an earthworm after being cut.”

Full of murderous intent!

Chapter 129: You thought I was a spearman? Actually, I'm a magician!

Chapter Title: You Thought I Was a Spearman? Actually, I'm a Magician!

The werewolf opened its mouth, which was filled with blood and visceral residue and emitted a foul stench. Behind its claws, sharp enough to tear through steel plates, were strong muscles.

Amanosaki neither dodged nor evaded; he held the spear of Longchinus upside down and delivered a powerful horizontal sweep, the spearhead drawing a semicircle around him.

The werewolf jumped up and dodged the attack that sent chills down his spine.

"No reason!"

Allen was filled with disbelief.

It's not hard to understand why the tip of a spear could injure someone; after all, myths from different regions feature all sorts of magical weapons, like flaming swords and magic wands.

But why... can the hilt of this gun exert so much pressure on me!?

Without a second thought, Allen used the gap in mid-air to turn and throw a punch, the fist whistling through the air, aimed straight at Amanosaki's forehead.

If that punch lands, Amanosaki's head will be smashed into his chest cavity.

But a burst of bright red light inexplicably flew out from between Amanosaki's fingers, weaving together a long, cushion-shaped, gem-like shield between the two!

boom!

The shield shattered with a crack, and Allen's eyes narrowed sharply.

Amanosaki, using his shield to shield his vision, was swinging the spearhead of the Lance of Longchinus and smashing it into his chin!

Caught off guard by the sharp thrust, he was stunned, his teeth loosened, and his mouth filled with the metallic taste of steel. His body was momentarily suspended in mid-air.