Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

Yang Han gripped the long stick tightly in his hand, feeling a little nervous.

Ferocious beasts were very common in this era, and they were frequently broadcast on television.

But this was the first time he had faced a ferocious beast directly.

The crimson light in the darkness drew closer, and a giant, bluish-black wolf, about 1.5 meters tall at the shoulder, came into view.

Its eyes were bloodshot, and its fangs dripped foul-smelling saliva, which fell onto the grass, stirring up puffs of white smoke.

Savage wolf!

Information about it instantly flashed through Yang Han's mind: "Illustrated Compendium of Beasts" was a required course for liberal arts students.

Wild wolves are among the most common predators outside the Northwest Base City. They are solitary, extremely skilled hunters, and their saliva is highly venomous.

Yang Han held the long stick and did not move.

To ferocious beasts, humans are simply food.

It will definitely pounce.

Roar!

The wolf howled, its thick hind legs slamming into the ground, its massive body transforming into a black shadow as it pounced.

A foul stench filled the air!

Yang Han's pupils contracted sharply, but he did not retreat or parry.

He didn't know how strong this wild wolf was, so he could only test it out first.

His body moved faster than his brain. Years of practicing the Mad Demon Stick made his body instincts kick in, causing him to shift his feet and turn his body to the side by an extremely small margin.

scoff!

The wolf's claws grazed his trench coat, tearing the fabric with a snap, and a blast of cold air rushed in.

So fast!

Yang Han's heart skipped a beat. This savage wolf's strength had definitely reached the eighth level of the Transcendent Realm, or even approached the ninth level!

At least in terms of speed, he is definitely much faster than him!

With his attack missing its mark, the barbarian wolf landed nimbly, his limbs bulging with muscles, and swung his head to lock onto Yang Han once more.

It let out a low growl, full of mockery.

In its eyes, the human's reaction was good, but that was all.

Yang Han gripped the staff with both hands, lowered his body slightly, and assumed the starting stance of the Mad Demon Staff Technique.

He did not launch an attack.

The wilderness is not a fighting arena; even the slightest impatience can be fatal.

Roar!

The wolf lost patience, and its massive body transformed once again into a streak of bluish-black lightning.

This time, it chose to launch a flanking attack, targeting Yang Han's ribs.

coming!

Yang Han's eyes narrowed.

Just as the wolf charged to within three meters of him, he moved.

Ignoring the deadly fangs and claws, he thrust his hundred-kilogram black iron rod silently at a tricky and unpredictable angle, aiming straight for the wolf's hind leg joint as it pushed off the ground!

To relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao!

One of the basic moves of the Mad Demon Stick Technique.

This blow was swift, accurate, and ruthless!

Driven by its bestial instincts, the wolf howled in alarm, forcibly twisting its body in mid-air and abandoning its attack.

But Yang Han's power is terrifying!

Although the iron rod did not hit its target completely, the tip of the rod still grazed the outside of the wolf's hind leg.

"Awoo!"

A mournful wolf howl pierced the night sky.

After landing, the wolf staggered a few steps, its left hind leg twisting unnaturally, and its movements became sluggish.

efficient!

Yang Han's confidence soared, and he stopped playing passively.

His footwork shifted, and he wielded the black iron rod in his hand.

At first, the movements were a bit clumsy, relying solely on strength and footwork to chop, smash, sweep, and strike.

But as the battle progressed, Yang Han's years of training with the Mad Demon Staff finally paid off.

With each swing and smash, fueled by the stench of blood, he slowly began to transform.

Those rigid routines and moves seemed to be activated by the blood, and began to blend together seamlessly.

Use your body to lead the stick, the stick to be your arm, the intention to lead the stick, and the power to follow the stick!

Yang Han's expression changed.

The clear tension in his eyes was fading, replaced by an indifferent coldness.

It's an exhilarating battle!

The black iron rod in his hand seemed to come alive.

The shadows of the sticks stretched endlessly, sometimes like nimble snakes emerging from their holes, cunning and ruthless.

Sometimes it moves like a giant python turning over, with great force and weight.

The sound of metal slicing through the air was incessant!

A dragon soars through the air, its shadow swirling!

He truly mastered the core first technique of the Mad Demon Staff Technique during a life-or-death battle.

The wolf was completely enraged and, dragging its injured leg, launched a frenzied counterattack, its deadly venom spraying everywhere.

But at this moment, Yang Han was completely immersed in the transformation of his staff technique.

He easily parried and neutralized every wolf's pounce and claw strike.

Dodge with minimal cost, then launch the most precise counterattack.

Like a swimming dragon, it is invisible and formless!

boom!

The iron rod struck the wolf's back hard, producing a dull cracking sound.

boom!

Another blow struck its head.

The wolf stumbled, and half of its face caved in.

Warm, viscous blood flowed down the shaft of the stick.

Yang Han felt no discomfort whatsoever.

The smell of blood, ironically, excited him.

Twelve years ago, when he was only six years old, he learned from a casual conversation between his father and others that his mother had died in the mouths of these filthy beasts, leaving no trace of her body...

From that day on, he often dreamed of all sorts of ferocious beasts tearing his mother apart and devouring her in his dreams...

For years, he pretended not to know anything so as not to worry his father; he had been pretending for far too long.

But the hatred was not diluted by time; on the contrary, it grew stronger with the passage of time until it could no longer be hidden!

Yang Han knew that if he didn't vent his anger, he would go crazy!

"die!"

A low growl, suppressed to the extreme, squeezed out of Yang Han's throat.

He seized the moment when the wolf stiffened from the pain, his arm muscles bulged, and all his strength was twisted into one, passing through his waist and abdomen, to his arms, and finally pouring it all into the hundred-kilogram black iron rod!

For the first time, nearly two tons of force were fully utilized!

Yang Han's eyes were bloodshot. This blow was without any technique or method, only the purest, most primitive, and most savage... smash!

call!

The black iron rod, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, transformed into a violent black lightning bolt, rapidly enlarging in the terrified, scarlet pupils of the savage wolf.

"Bang!!!"

The sound of skulls shattering echoed across the wilderness.

The wolf's enormous head exploded on the spot, like a watermelon being smashed by a hammer!

Red and white, mixed with bone fragments, splattered all over Yang Han.

Warm liquid covered his face, sliding down his cheeks, carrying a strong, sweet, and metallic taste.

Yang Han stood there, his chest heaving violently, his arms trembling slightly.

He looked at his right hand; the web between his thumb and forefinger was split open, a sign that his physical strength couldn't keep up with his power.

Then.

An indescribable sense of exhilaration and pleasure welled up from the deepest part of my heart and instantly spread throughout my body.

"Hahaha!"

Yang Han slowly raised his head, looked at the eerie, dim yellow moon, grinned, revealing his neat, white teeth, and smiled with great joy.

"Mom, I can finally avenge you..."

After a long while, Yang Han's physical strength recovered rapidly under the effect of [Pain Compensation].

He quickly stripped the wolf of its fur, then cut off several pieces of the best tenderloin, as well as the most valuable wolf teeth, heart, and claws, wrapped them in the wolf skin, and carried them on his back.

Selling all of these would be enough to buy a bottle of Xingyuan Medicine.

We left school quite late today, and it will be even more dangerous outside the city at night, so we should go back as soon as possible to avoid worrying Dad.

Yang Han quickly determined the direction of the Northwest Base City and left.

However, they hadn't walked far when two figures appeared not far ahead.

Yang Han was startled and quickly concealed himself in the dense bushes.

"Hahaha, as expected of the Demon Thieves, they actually managed to steal something from Zhang's Star Energy Co., Ltd."

The speaker was a burly, bald man in a suit, who was carrying a briefcase.

"Enough with the nonsense!" Opposite the bald, burly man was an ordinary-looking young man. He had his right hand covered in his chest and was looking at the burly man in front of him warily.

"Did you bring the money? Cash on delivery!"

"I brought it." The bald, burly man lifted the briefcase in his hand.

"What's wrong with your Demon Thieves' Guild, choosing a place like this for your transactions?"