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Chapter 117 The Power of a Straight Cleave

Ten steps, covered in an instant.

A foul-smelling gust of wind slapped his face first, and then a gaping maw almost enveloped Renn's entire body, obscuring his entire vision.

Renn lowered his shoulders, dropped his elbows, and bent his legs slightly like a rock.

He held the two-handed greatsword horizontally in front of him, with the spine of the sword pressed against his left arm and his right arm bracing against the hilt.

[Iron Wall Stance]

The wolf king's fangs snapped into the greatsword.

The immense impact flowed down the sword into his arm and eventually into Renn's torso.

This was an impact powerful enough to instantly turn an ordinary trainee knight into mincemeat.

Raine's "Tortoise" technique was operating at its peak at this moment.

His spine and abdominal muscles were taut like refined steel, forcefully withstanding the impact.

Next, the [Skeletal Structure] section begins to take effect!

The impact traveled along his arm bone into his spine, and then into the snow beneath his feet.

Click—!

The snow beneath Renn's feet instantly scattered and flew out, and cracks instantly appeared on the ground beneath his feet!

But he persevered.

Despite the severe damage to his arms at that moment, with blood flowing out from the gaps in the arm frames and staining the sword hilt and his arms red, the sword in his hand remained unmoved.

The dire wolf king was stunned for a moment. It couldn't understand.

In that instant of stalemate, Renn released his left hand.

[Limbs Section - Compression Amplification]

The muscles in my left arm defied physiological laws, starting to contract slightly, and then suddenly released like a spring compressed to its limit!

Half-Step Collapse Sword

He then demonstrated the sword techniques taught to him by the old knight Karen.

All the power, all the life energy, converged on this two-handed greatsword at this moment.

With a twist of his spine, he propelled his right arm, and with both hands wielding greatswords, he drew a decisive arc from bottom to top, striking the dire wolf king's still-open upper jaw!

The blade sliced ​​through flesh and embedded itself in the dire wolf king's skull, blinding one of its eyes in the process.

Since the giant mouth was not yet closed, the dire wolf king could only roar, pressing down with its massive body, trying to use its gravity to crush the damned insect beneath it into a meat patty!

With a shadow looming overhead, Raine didn't hesitate to loosen his grip on the hilt of his sword, and rolled desperately across the ice, narrowly escaping from under the beast's belly.

The dire wolf king collapsed to the ground, its fighting strength greatly reduced.

The man and the wolf engaged in a final hand-to-hand combat at the bottom of this perilous ravine.

Only the whistling of claws tearing through the air, the muffled thud of weapons slicing through flesh and bone, the heavy panting of wild beasts, and the suppressed growls of humans.

Raine's helmet came off during a roll, and his black hair was stuck to his forehead with congealed blood.

His left brow bone was cut open, and warm blood flowed into his eye socket, staining half the world crimson.

The dire wolf king was in an even worse state. Already severely injured, it now bore a horrific scar across its head, had lost one eye, and was covered in various bleeding wounds.

For both sides, this was a desperate situation; their physical strength was dwindling and their life force was rapidly fading.

The dire wolf's forelimbs dug themselves into the ice, its single, icy blue eye becoming cloudy from blood loss and madness.

It knew this was the final moment.

The battle must be resolved quickly, otherwise...

It looked toward the collapsed ice behind Renn.

As the king of the wasteland, it was prepared to gamble its dignity and last bit of life force on this one strike.

The dire wolf king lowered its body, and the mark on its head glowed slightly again. Then, black energy continued to forcefully gather at its throat.

The surrounding air seemed to be slightly distorted.

What it will spew is not frost, nor fire, but all the energy stored in this mark, which it will condense and exhale as breath.

Renn knelt on one knee in the cold snow.

He was pushing the Black Rock Breathing Technique to its limit, and his vision began to darken, while the sound of the wind in his ears became distant.

He gazed at the colossal beast poised to pounce ahead. Ten steps seemed an eternity in that instant.

Moreover, this beast seemed to be gathering its strength, preparing for the final blow.

There's no escaping it.

The shadow of death, at this moment, crept over his ankles, flooded his knees, and was about to devour his mouth and nose.

The wind and snow seemed to freeze for half a second at that moment.

At the very instant the Warg King exhaled that cloud of black smoke—

Deep above the rift valley, in an inconspicuous crevice in the ice and rock.

A streak of dark light sliced ​​through the howling wind and snow.

It was a feathered arrow that was entirely black.

It came so quietly, so abruptly, as if it had pierced this world directly from another dimension.

The arrow traversed dozens of meters of wind and snow.

puff.

A soft sound was instantly swallowed up by the gale.

The arrow pierced the dire wolf king's remaining left eye with perfect accuracy.

The eyeball burst.

"Awooo—!!"

The mournful howl drowned out the wind's roar, and also interrupted the Dire Wolf King's poised attack.

The excruciating pain and the sudden loss of sight drove the monster into utter madness and chaos.

Its sharp claws lashed wildly, tearing at the air in front of it.

The biggest flaw has appeared.

Raine's left eye was blurred with blood, but his right eye could now see the ugly state of the dire wolf king clearly.

All fear and exhaustion were temporarily stripped away at this moment.

All that remained was the thought of activating the "Black Rock Breathing Technique" once more.

He slowly used his greatsword to support his body and stood up.

[Targeted Injection]!

Inside his body, the blood, heated to near boiling point by the lava, rumbled and roared. All the remaining life energy was forcibly drawn from his heart and poured into his legs and right arm holding the sword!

Muscle fibers are breaking apart inch by inch. This body is actively heading towards the dead end of overload.

But he doesn't care.

Renn gripped the two-handed greatsword tightly with both hands again.

He could faintly hear the hum of snowflakes brushing against the blade, as if the greatsword itself was responding to its master's will.

He bent his knees, and the snow beneath his feet, unable to withstand the force of the sudden burst, blasted open a small crater several feet in diameter—Raine was lifted into the air.

He leaped across the raging snowstorm, reaching the top of the head of the frantically struggling warg king.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely.

The wind has died down, and the snowflakes are suspended in the air.

The entire world consisted only of him, the sword in his hand, and the giant beast below.

He gripped the greatsword tightly once more at the highest point.

Immediately, he exerted force from his waist and abdomen, channeling the downward gravity and explosive power into this straight chop.

This is a blade that cuts through everything.

He swung his greatsword down.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, through the wind and snow. Extreme speed and mass compressed a jet-black crescent shape into the frigid air!

A perfect black full moon bloomed amidst the blizzard!

The crescent moon descended silently from above, yet contained an indescribable, terrifying power, piercing straight into the wolf king's head.

There were no obstacles.

Everything was smoothly divided in two before this black full moon.

The sword's momentum continued, moving downwards along the midline of the dire wolf king's head.

The fur split open, and the flesh separated from the skin.

Hot, blood gushed from the warg king's body, turning into a torrential rain that splashed onto the snow at the bottom of the rift valley.

Rennes landed.

The moment his knees touched the ice, he could no longer support himself and was about to fall to the ground.

He managed to maintain his half-kneeling position by leaning on his greatsword for support, preventing him from falling.

There was no more sound before him.

The king of the dire wolves, who ruled the wasteland, slowly split his massive body apart along the black line and collapsed onto the ground.

Internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and Yuanzi was emitting its last bit of heat before freezing rapidly in the extreme cold.

ended.

Renn slowly loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

The black iron greatsword crashed onto the ground, which was a mixture of ice and blood.

Almost at the same instant, the Black Rock Breathing Technique stopped working.

The intense pain and exhaustion instantly overwhelmed his consciousness.

Everything in front of me started spinning, then blurred.

In the end, it turned into darkness.

Renn lost all support and fell backward, crashing into the soft snow.