Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Resting means not thinking about anything.

However, Asukai Kiki, who was standing to the side, became somewhat interested in this matter and kept asking Luo Zhen some details.

Luo Zhen naturally shared some of his own subjective opinions.

After all, as someone who was personally involved, he could only offer his subjective opinions.

Just as Luo Zhen and Asukai Kiki were chatting, a small incident occurred in Chiba City.

"What an enchanting fragrance!"

A man whose figure was indistinct twitched his nose and spoke.

He was quite flustered at first when he inexplicably arrived in this godforsaken place.

But after sensing the scent of a large number of humans, he suddenly calmed down.

Who would panic if they fell into a pile of food?

The man stretched his wrists into an exaggerated grin.

His narrow eyes gleamed with the light of a predator.

Ordinary people would be intimidated the moment they met his gaze.

Then he tore it to pieces with his sharp claws.

That's right, he's not human.

From a biological perspective, he is a werewolf.

No, that's not right either. If we were to explain it from a biological perspective, Darwin would probably be rolling in his grave.

Just as the werewolf was about to begin his hunt, a figure in a red cloak quietly appeared behind him.

That red cloak was so conspicuous, like a flame in the darkness, or like flowing blood.

"I smell a repulsive odor on you."

Little Red Riding Hood's eyes, hidden beneath her hood, were fixed on the werewolf's retreating figure as she gripped her boning knife tightly.

This boning knife was the weapon she used when she killed the first werewolf.

It is still in use today, and the blood it is stained with is not only from werewolves.

Vampires, ghouls, Tian'e people, etc.

Anyone defined by Little Red Riding Hood as a dark creature will be attacked by this boning knife.

"Do you hate it? Me too."

Frowning, the werewolf turned his head and said.

He didn't deny that Little Red Riding Hood smelled delicious.

But on Little Red Riding Hood, another strong scent overshadowed the original one.

That was a curse that many werewolves uttered against their killers before they died.

These curses, mixed together, created a nauseating aura.

As a fellow werewolf, he could sense their resentment and bitterness.

Although these useless creatures were so weak that they were killed by a human, they were still werewolves.

Killing this guy would be considered doing a good deed, right?

With a grin, silvery-white hair slowly emerged from its pores.

The body, originally the size of a normal adult, began to grow rapidly, quickly reaching a height of nearly three meters.

"I'm coming."

"So much nonsense."

Little Red Riding Hood flicked her cloak, and the boning knife in her hand reflected a cold light in the sunlight.

Chapter 309 The So-Called Unexpected Situation

In a deserted alley, two figures collided back and forth.

A cold glint flashed and collided with something, producing a crisp sound.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew up and then went out.

In this alley, a battle beyond the comprehension of ordinary people is taking place.

One side consists of werewolves, which exist in various literary works.

Its massive body, tangled fur, and sharp claws and teeth indicated that it was not a gentle creature.

This is a predator at the top of the food chain.

Opposite the werewolf was a seemingly harmless human girl.

Petite figure, delicate face.

The red cloak added to her charm.

These characteristics easily evoke a protective instinct in others.

However, the little girl was wielding a gleaming boning knife.

Judging from the girl's skillful movements, she was already very familiar with using this weapon.

This is completely different from those naughty kids who play with dangerous objects.

This dangerous boning knife became a deadly weapon in her hands.

Judging from the written records alone, Little Red Riding Hood should have been helplessly slaughtered by the werewolves.

But the truth is, Little Red Riding Hood hasn't suffered any serious injuries so far; at most, she's just been physically exhausted.

Conversely, the werewolf had many bloody wounds on its body.

The corners of the eyes, the chest, the arms, and so on.

The blood flowing from its wounds stained its fur red.

Given the werewolf's physique, these injuries wouldn't even qualify as serious.

But these wounds enraged the werewolf.

How could a mere human cause it such great harm!

The werewolf, who sees humans as food, is almost consumed by a burning rage.

"Clang!"

The boning knife and the sharp claws clashed once again.

Although Little Red Riding Hood's strength was greatly enhanced by the peculiar cloak she wore, she was still no match for the werewolf.

After a stalemate of less than a second, it was pushed away by a tremendous force.

Little Red Riding Hood remained expressionless in mid-air; she was already used to this situation.

Ultimately, how could humans possibly compete with these monsters in terms of strength?

After adjusting her position, Little Red Riding Hood floated lightly to the ground.

Little Red Riding Hood picked up her boning knife and looked warily at the werewolf.

Against this monster, she, as a human, was completely outmatched.

Strength, speed, stamina, reaction time.

Every battle against the creatures of darkness is a struggle that demands all strength and wisdom.

This werewolf wasn't the strongest of the dark creatures she had killed, but that didn't mean she could relax even a little bit.

A single misstep could lead to utter ruin.

While the werewolf was catching his breath, Little Red Riding Hood's eyes quickly scanned the alley, looking for items and terrain that might be of her advantage.

When she saw the cracked wall in the alley, a flash of inspiration struck her.

After letting out a long breath, the werewolf stared at Little Red Riding Hood with his bloodshot eyes.

At this point, its rationality was gradually being suppressed by its wild instincts.

At that moment, all it wanted was to tear this damned human apart without regard for anything else.

Seeing the werewolf clearly becoming agitated, Little Red Riding Hood felt a surge of joy.

A wild beast is a wild beast; it will lose its mind if provoked even slightly.

Despite thinking this, Little Red Riding Hood remained extremely vigilant.

Her past experiences told her that while a werewolf who loses its mind may rampage like a wild beast on the roadside, its strength and speed will be terrifyingly enhanced.

Sure enough, the werewolf with bloodshot eyes twitched its nostrils and exhaled a long puff of white breath.

The next second, the werewolf suddenly charged out.

Even the best human sprinters cannot compare to werewolves in terms of instantaneous acceleration.

Even Little Red Riding Hood, who was far beyond the average person, lost track of the werewolf in a mere instant.

Fortunately, she had maintained a suitable distance, which allowed Little Red Riding Hood to react before the attack came.

Hold the boning knife against your chest while turning your body as far as possible.

"呲-"

A piercing sound rang out, and the boning knife, colliding with the claws, instantly exploded into a shower of sparks, illuminating the surroundings.

Little Red Riding Hood's tense face flushed an unnatural crimson from the tremendous impact.

However, she endured it all without uttering a sound, her eyes, which should have been innocent, filled with complex emotions.

Hatred, vigilance, and fear.

The werewolf's arrogant smile and narrow, bloodshot eyes were visible.

The canines' mouths are wide open, revealing sharp teeth and foul-smelling saliva.

The sparks that erupted went out after a brief burst of light.

Little Red Riding Hood and the werewolf's faces disappeared into the darkness once again.

Just before Little Red Riding Hood was knocked back, she swung her sword and slashed at the werewolf's arm.

The sharp boning knife seemed to have an effect on the werewolf, and its thick fur was breached almost instantly.

So far, all the damage Little Red Riding Hood has inflicted on werewolves has been accumulated through this kind of greedy attack.

Trying to play it safe against someone whose physique surpasses yours in every aspect will only lead to a slow death.

Only a necessary madness can tip the scales of victory in one's own favor.

After landing, Little Red Riding Hood didn't stay in one place. She took two steps back and then flipped over and jumped onto the wall of the alley.

The walls here are generally not high; the lowest point may not even be 1.8 meters high.

Little Red Riding Hood didn't quite understand why, but there was no time to think about it now.

A foul gust of wind swept by, and the werewolf with its mouth wide open charged towards Little Red Riding Hood in the manner of a vicious dog pouncing on its poop.

Little Red Riding Hood's pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints when she faced the werewolf head-on.

My mind, which had been constantly thinking, began to work at a rapid pace.

'Jump down immediately after the werewolf pounces.'

The dust kicked up can obscure vision to some extent.

A plan that had already taken shape was repeatedly considered in Little Red Riding Hood's mind.

She knew, of course, that the dust kicked up wasn't just obscuring the werewolves' vision, but also hers.

But she was confident she could accurately inflict damage on the werewolf amidst the smoke and dust.

She did a lot of research in order to deal with the werewolves.