Chapter 19: Victory in the First Battle

The night was dark as dye, the bright moon like water.

In the alley bathed in moonlight, a bald, bearded man instantly turned into a terrifying monster.

The monster stood a shocking two meters tall, its whole body covered in unusually tough mane; even more frightening, it had wolf‑like sharp, elongated claws and a wolf's head, its half‑open large mouth filled with cold‑glinting fangs, with foul drool dripping from the corners of its mouth.

Aoo……

It let out a harsh howl from its mouth, kicked its legs, bringing a foul wind, and charged at Su Qing like an out‑of‑control chariot.

As it ran, its claws scraped the wall, screeching and throwing sparks.

Seeing the werewolf rush over, Su Qing's face turned pale as he clenched his fists tightly.

Facing the werewolf head‑on, the feeling was too shocking, too real; that suffocating, chilling pressure left no thought of resistance.

Heehee……

The two horses pulling the carriage, under the werewolf's intimidating aura, simultaneously lost their courage, foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Gripping the carriage handle to steady himself, Su Qing watched the werewolf rush closer, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Selinna, save me!"

The moment his words fell, a vicious wind howled forth, and the werewolf's ferocious face was already within arm's reach.

Gloop……

Su Qing heard the sound of a swallow.

The next second, he saw cruelty and excitement in the werewolf's eyes.

In an instant, Su Qing's mind went blank, leaving only the fear of facing his arch‑enemy; he instinctively gathered all his strength and threw a punch at the werewolf's face.

At that moment, his tiny fist was an unyielding defiance of fear.

At the moment his fist was about to collide with the werewolf's face, Su Qing felt a different excitement rise from his fear, and his power, already near its limit, swelled again.

At that moment, the whole world vanished before his eyes, leaving only the enemy before him.

But just at the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared beside him.

Then a leg flashed past.

Bang!

Only a tremendous boom was heard.

Then the werewolf flew backward at three times its incoming speed, slamming heavily to the ground.

His punch hit nothing, Su Qing felt a bit regretful, and turned his head to look at Selinna beside him.

He saw her drawing her knife, intending to step forward and finish the werewolf.

Suddenly, Su Qing made a bold decision.

He reached out and grabbed Selinna's hand; in her puzzled gaze, he first shook his head, then said.

"Let me do it."

Selinna looked at him, silent for a few seconds, then gently advised, "Don't push yourself; you've just completed your transformation, you still have plenty of time ahead—you can learn combat slowly."

Su Qing shook his head, said nothing, gave a light smile, touched Selinna's face, then took the Dog Leg Knife from her hand and walked firmly toward the werewolf.

Smack!

The werewolf braced its claws on the ground and struggled to rise; at this point it was clear that there was a large dent in its belly.

"Pfft…" As it rose, it opened its mouth and spat a mouthful of blood; it seemed Selinna's kick had inflicted unimaginable heavy damage, likely shattering eighty percent of its internal organs.

But fortunately, the werewolf's self‑healing ability was also strong; shortly, the dent in its belly healed at a visible speed.

Huh……

The werewolf naturally saw Su Qing approaching, but it ignored him, instead glaring viciously at Selinna beside the carriage.

Obviously, the threat Su Qing posed was far weaker than Selinna's; even in the werewolf's beast‑like perception, Su Qing was a trash with combat power only 5—no, now holding the Dog Leg Knife, he should have a combat power of 6.

But no matter what, in its view Su Qing could never inflict any harm on it.

The woman standing by the carriage was the real threat, its true opponent.

Whoosh!

The sound of breathing rang in his ears; seeing the werewolf ignore him, Su Qing felt no dissatisfaction or anger, knowing full well he was a combat‑power‑5 trash.

But……

A flash of sharp light crossed Su Qing's eyes as he thought, "Who says a combat‑power‑5 trash can't kill a werewolf?"

In an instant.

Su Qing's blood surged rapidly through his body, his mind focused, putting him into peak combat condition.

But the next second, an abrupt change occurred.

The werewolf that had originally ignored him dropped to all fours and, like a beast, darted rapidly around him, instantly leaving afterimages all around.

Su Qing stared blankly at everything before him; it had completely departed from his imagination.

Amidst the countless afterimages, he could not lock onto the werewolf's exact position; losing track of the enemy was terrifying, and he could be killed by a sudden pounce at any moment.

Faced with this immediate life‑or‑death threat, Su Qing's vampire bloodline was wildly activated, his pupils turning icy blue in an instant, and his entire perception was pushed to the extreme.

Five seconds later.

After a frantic filtering of his perception, Su Qing once again locked onto the threat that could cost him his life.

The moment he spotted the werewolf sprinting, Su Qing's leg muscles exploded with great force, and he stepped forward like a shell leaving the barrel.

Compared to the dazzling afterimages, the true danger was the werewolf crawling on the ground, ready to devour anyone at any moment.

Gazing at the werewolf whose eyes flashed with cruel light, Su Qing swung his knife downward as he closed in.

This was Su Qing's first battle, but it did not mean he lacked wit.

The werewolf despised him, so he would seize that contempt, strike with his blade before the werewolf could react, and end the fight as quickly as possible.

Of course, if he failed, he would have to rely on Selinna to save him.

That is, Selinna standing by to watch over him, able to rescue him at any moment; otherwise Su Qing really wouldn't dare to play like this.

On the other side.

Although the werewolf was running with all its might, its attention was firmly fixed on Selinna.

This woman posed too great a threat to it.

That kick just now almost killed it, so it was very wary and dared not attack first.

So it came up with the idea of using Su Qing as bait: as long as that woman approached, as long as she approached to save this man, then……

An image of the woman being torn apart by itself flashed in its mind, and the werewolf almost howled with excitement.

But in that moment, the werewolf clearly saw the woman smiling.

Why?

Her companion is trapped by me, so why is she still smiling?

Next, the werewolf seemed to hear mockery coming from the woman.

"It seems my worry was unnecessary."

"The werewolf has strength but is utterly foolish; it is no match for him at all."

At this moment, the werewolf suddenly felt something was wrong and wanted to turn back, but as the blade of death cut through the darkness, it felt as if time around it had frozen, with only a knife slowly coming from afar.

This knife seemed slow in speed, but was actually extremely fast—fast enough to be chilling.

"Whoosh!"

This unexpected blow fiercely penetrated the werewolf's neck and then burst out from the back of its head.

At this point, the werewolf finally turned its head.

It stood there dazed, looking at the trash it had ignored, its pupils rapidly turning deathly gray, and it muttered in a daze: "Impossible!"

As its words fell, its head powerlessly dropped from its shoulders, thudding to the ground with a bang and rolling a meter before stopping.

Seeing this.

Su Qing could no longer hold on; his legs gave way and he slumped directly to the ground.

At this moment he seemed to have just finished a steam bath, steam rising from his whole body, his clothes soaked and clinging to him, looking quite disheveled.

But his eyes seemed to glow as he watched Selinna running over quickly, and he softly said: "Indeed, one must push oneself."

"Are you alright?" Selinna came to his side, squatted down, and with a worried expression checked Su Qing's injuries.

"No, just a bit of weakness."

"Then that's good; I'll help you up."

"No, I want you to hold me up."

"Okay."

Seeing Selinna nod, Su Qing opened his arms.

Then he saw her bend over in a princess carry posture, intending to lift him up.

Seeing this, Su Qing no longer cared about his sore waist, aching hands, or cramping legs; he flipped up and stood, saying solemnly: "I suddenly feel better again—let's head back!"

"Really?" Selinna asked, supporting his arm with a light laugh.

"Of course."

Su Qing solemnly answered this question about a man's dignity, then immediately grabbed Selinna's hand and turned to leave, but she stopped him.

"What else?" Su Qing asked, puzzled.

"I'll dispose of the werewolf's corpse." Selinna took a bottle of liquid from behind her, walked to the werewolf's corpse, and poured it over it.

Then she saw the werewolf's corpse emit a hissing sound, giving off white smoke as it began to melt.

"Corpse‑dissolving water?" Su Qing exclaimed in surprise.

Selinna turned her head to glance at him, nodded, and said: "Corpse‑dissolving water—what a fitting name. I had someone make this specially to clean up traces; I just never had the chance to use it before."

"I see, Selinna, you really have a lot of handy things." Su Qing said admiringly.

Selinna smiled, didn't pick up the conversation, and said: "Let's go!"

"Okay." Su Qing nodded.

The two walked out of the dead‑end alley together and soon vanished into the night.

Ten minutes later.

Six figures appeared in the hutong.

One slender woman stepped forward, looked at the bloody battlefield, and wondered: "Just now Andrew's voice came from here—why don't I see him?"

Beside her, a sturdy man snorted heavily and said in a low voice: "There's a strange smell here that's messing with my sense of smell."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces changed; the last one, a figure about a meter tall—a dwarf—spoke in a hoarse voice: "Andrew is already dead."

The slender woman was somewhat doubtful: "That guy may be disgusting, but his strength ranks among the top three of us—how could he be killed so easily?"

The others were also doubtful, but the dwarf offered no explanation, instead pointing to a puddle of murky liquid by the wall and saying: "That's Andrew."

"What?"

"How is that possible?"

"……."

The werewolves were first stunned, then shook their heads in disbelief; but when the dwarf pulled a tooth from the liquid, they fell silent and immediately erupted in fury, demanding to avenge Andrew.

"It must have been that bastard from the Blood Clan the day before yesterday."

"Exactly, only that woman could have such power."

"…………"

Looking at the restless few, the dwarf rubbed his temples and sighed inwardly: "It's hard to lead a team like this!"

Afterward he raised his voice and said: "Everyone listen: that Blood Clan came here surely to return to Hungary; we've been focusing on the ferry these past days……"