Chapter 108: Alleyway Aerial Combat

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Click!

Under the hazy moonlight.

Ding Mo took a step forward, shattering the accumulated water, his blade slicing through the moonlight. This strike had no fancy flourishes, yet it was so fast that it pulled a silver afterimage through the air—aiming straight for the werewolf's throat!

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing rang out; the werewolf's ferocious right claw blocked horizontally, sparks flying blindingly where the claw blades collided with the machete.

By the moonlight, Ding Mo clearly saw that beneath the coarse, stiff wolf fur, the biceps bulged like steel bars.

And even more lethal was the left claw, which was sweeping toward his flank with a foul, fishy wind!

At the critical moment, Ding Mo suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen!

He pushed off the ground with his toes and leaped up; the wolf claw grazed his coat, tearing a small hole with a rip. In mid-air, he extended his right arm, precisely hooking onto the rusted iron railing of the second-floor window, his whole body hanging there like a night owl.

The dilapidated window frame groaned under the unbearable weight. As moonlight spilled down, Ding Mo's body, looming from above, cast a large shadow over the werewolf's ferocious face!

"..." Ding Mo narrowed his eyes.

Even after unlocking the "Gene Lock," is it ultimately still just a human?

However...

Ding Mo thought, noticing the werewolf below actually bending its knees, preparing to jump.

Just in time!

In the narrow alley, Ding Mo exerted force, leaping and maneuvering between the walls, while the werewolf was incomparably fierce, its swift body using all four limbs against the walls, jumping between them like a spider!

That eerie movement made the girl below unable to help but feel nervous.

Will that big brother win?

She clasped her hands in front of her chest, seemingly beginning to pray.

Light and shadow intertwined on her face, alternating between bright and dark with the movements above.

In the alley, at the height of the third floor.

"Woo—!" The werewolf hooked one claw onto an outdoor air conditioning unit, let out a violent roar, and swung its other knotted right arm like a battering ram! Five sharp claws tore through the air!

The walls on both sides of the narrow alley were, at this moment, as cramped as closing giant palms.

As the attack struck, Ding Mo forcefully kicked off the left and right walls, his waist and abdomen contracting and rebounding like a spring, his body flipping backward through the gap in the claw shadows!

Boom!

The wolf arm smashed fiercely into the load-bearing wall, punching a large hole in it.

Amidst the flying brick and stone, one fragment grazed Ding Mo's cheek.

Ding Mo, having just landed obliquely on a wall, exerted force with both feet and shot toward the werewolf like an arrow from a bowstring!

The tip of his blade pointed straight at the latter's face!

The werewolf was currently anchored by one claw, and the other had not yet been pulled out; Ding Mo was so fast that it was too late for the creature to defend.

But...

Clang!

The werewolf suddenly whipped its head around, its hard, sharp fangs precisely biting onto the blade!

Amidst a loud "clatter," the blade was actually clamped tightly by its jaw muscles, and as the molars ground together, a teeth-aching crunching sound was emitted—

Crunch!

The next second, the blade was actually crushed by its teeth!

!! Ding Mo made a split-second decision to abandon the blade and kicked the werewolf in the chest, using the recoil to flip through the air of the alley and land on a wooden crossbar a few meters away.

Creak, creak!

The wooden bar lay between the windows, placed by someone unknown; it now seemed unable to bear Ding Mo's weight, emitting a teeth-aching cracking sound.

Ding Mo had no choice but to grab the nearby window sill with one hand to steady himself.

This series of dazzling exchanges left Lu Yue, hiding below, completely stunned—there was a glow in her eyes.

Big brother is so amazing!

There really are superhumans in this world!

But his weapon seems to be broken; what should he do?

Before she could think much more, Ding Mo pulled a pair of brass knuckles from his waist.

Damn it, this Guaishou is truly troublesome!

Ding Mo bit a steel spike with his teeth, looking at the werewolf across from him as it pulled its arm out of the wall, then attached the steel spike to the brass knuckles.

A pair of brass knuckles, six steel spikes, together reflecting a cold, faint light under the moon!

The blade is ruined; if I had known, I should have finished it off faster... Ding Mo felt somewhat annoyed.

He was quite familiar with the opponent, and with the "Curtain" as a safeguard, it was impossible for him to get hurt.

So he had intended to use this opportunity to train himself; after all, he didn't even know what it was he would have to face next.

But he hadn't expected to underestimate the strength of this werewolf.

"Forget it, let's just do this for now." As Ding Mo muttered,

A swift wolf shadow in mid-air was already rushing toward him!

The wolf shadow's four limbs flashed and moved between the walls, constantly accelerating, circling and leaping around Ding Mo!

The speed was so fast that Ding Mo's eyes could barely keep up! He could only rely on his hearing to judge the direction of its movement:

Sometimes at his feet, sometimes above his head, changing constantly.

At one moment, Ding Mo turned his head,

but saw only a mass of air.

"Woo—!" A terrifying, bloodthirsty, and excited howl rang out simultaneously behind his head.

The girl below let out a panicked cry.

But Ding Mo only tilted his head slightly.

In the corner of his eye, a foul-smelling, bloody maw had already stopped right before him.

The terrifying monster shadow had already lunged at him, but, whether time had been compressed or something else had gone wrong.

In just an instant, the battle was decided.

Swish—!

In the girl's shocked gaze, a massive corpse fell from the sky!

Bang!

It slammed face-first onto the ground, and as wolf fur flew, a riddled head was revealed.

The organ on its neck now looked like a rotten pumpkin smashed by a meteor hammer, with grayish-white brains vaguely visible between the shattered skull fragments.

Ding Mo stood on its back, one foot stepping on its twisted head, breathing slightly.

The steel spikes mounted on the brass knuckles in his hand were either broken or slightly bent, and one could imagine that the force used just now was extraordinary.

Fresh blood was dripping from the edge of the brass knuckles.

The same blood flowed all over the ground, reflecting half a bright moon.

Looking at the werewolf again, it had stopped moving, and its entire body had even begun to dissolve strangely, like ice cream.

The girl opened her mouth wide, looking at the werewolf's corpse, unable to react for a long time.

Ding Mo took off the brass knuckles, found the backpack to the side, and took out a snow-white tissue to wipe them.

"So dirty..."

"..."

After wiping for a while, Ding Mo seemed to notice something; his wiping motion suddenly paused, and he turned his head to look.

He saw that the girl had crawled over at some point and was sitting beside him, her big eyes looking at him longingly.

With her hands hugging her knees, she looked just like a little deer that had found its mother after being frightened.

And behind her, the werewolf's corpse was undergoing a strange change:

Its fur gradually faded, its grayish-black muscle tissue was crushed like by an invisible hand, turning into tiny black particles, and its bones broke and vaporized section by section,

eventually leaving only a pool of evaporating black blood, emitting a faint stench.

"Uh." Ding Mo scratched his head and said to the girl:

"What... is your name?"

The girl's eyelashes trembled lightly; she opened her mouth, about to answer.

A harsh alarm sounded, and the roar of military truck engines came from afar, along with intermittent commands from a loudspeaker.

Ding Mo shouldered his backpack and frowned: "Let's... go somewhere else to talk."