Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1693 - 1682: Beating the Wolf into a Dog

The Pope of Sanctuary of Light, the Prince of Blood Clan, the President of the Dark Council, the Lich of the Witches Association, the Elemental Hunter of the Exorcism Association… these experts are all mages.Mages can communicate with heaven and earth, unleashing power that can destroy everything.

In comparison, warriors who only cultivate themselves are thus much inferior in this regard.

Take for example the War God of werewolves, though he is at the same Realm as a Prince.

During the apocalypse war, faced with the Pope's Light Praise, other Alien Clan experts escaped, but the werewolves could only wait to die.

The experts who escaped were mages, and the Pope who cast the Forbidden Spell was also a mage.

In the West, mages are synonymous with power.

But now Ning Fan can actually ignore Magic Power. With the mages losing their proud means, they are as fragile as chickens before him, which is exactly why William described him as a mage killer.

In Western legends, there is indeed a physique and a Divine Artifact that resists magic, but no one has ever seen them over the years.

This was considered to be a mere legend, but unexpectedly, today the legend is being played out.

After listening to William's introduction, Ning Fan does not naively believe he can truly disable magic.

Whether it's the magic cast by Mos or Bruce, the reason it's ineffective is mainly because it encountered Divine Power within True Qi.

Moreover, it's an illusion caused by their low Cultivation.

Ning Fan believes, if a mage with the strength of a Duke or Marquis strikes, this illusion would not occur.

After all, Ning Fan's True Qi currently contains very little Divine Power.

Although the quality is high, it hasn't reached the point of ignoring quantity.

Understand as he might, Ning Fan has no intention of actively breaking the illusion.

His purpose today is to intimidate the werewolves, and certainly includes the Blood Clan present.

Equal communication between people first requires equality in level, which is true equality.

Otherwise, if the gap is too great, the talk of equality becomes a joke.

No matter how friendly William and Andrew's attitude seems, Ning Fan knows it's based on his own strength.

Behind lowering oneself is definitely a request, and Ning Fan wants to use this to tell them.

Mutual requests are allowed, but if there's a calculating mindset behind it, it needs to be weighed carefully.

The werewolves might not understand the significance behind disabling magic. But that doesn't mean Uhr doesn't comprehend.

"Bruce, come back. This time our Blood Fang Tribe admits defeat."

Bruce is already inferior in strength to Ning Fan, and now discovering he has a way to disable magic, he is naturally even less of a match.

Uhr's main concern is the Wolf God Bloodline, which is a matter concerning all werewolves, and he absolutely could not let Bruce get hurt.

Who knows what consequences will arise if they anger Ning Fan.

Uhr looked at Ning Fan with trepidation, and now just wanted to resolve this matter quickly and take Bruce back to the tribe.

If Ning Fan merely possessed Holy Power as a Blessed One, Uhr wouldn't fear him,

but in the face of the legendary Anti-Magic, a Shaman Priest of magic power becomes utterly useless.

Otherwise, the Anti-Magic possessor wouldn't earn the title of mage killer.

With Uhr's little arms and legs, not even enough for Ning Fan's single punch.

But Bruce did not accept Uhr's goodwill; he only knew he was the Clan Leader of Blood Fang, the Five-Fanged Warrior among werewolves, and he cannot retreat without a fight before a human.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Bruce roared, a fierce light flickering in his eyes.

Although the power of magic is ineffective against Ning Fan, the werewolves have never relied on magic; they are the purest, wildest warriors.

Especially now, after activating the Wolf God Bloodline, Bruce feels unprecedented strength.

"Awoo..."

Howling towards the full moon, Bruce sprinted towards Ning Fan, stepping in empty air.

"I also want to see the Wolf God Bloodline."

Ning Fan similarly strides across the air.

The man and wolf engage in the most direct and rough fight.

The word "regret" does not exist in the dictionary of werewolves.

But Bruce believes once he returns, he must add this word to the werewolf lexicon.

Reinforced by Moonlight, activating the Wolf God Bloodline, transforming into a majestic silver wolf.

Although the silver wolf form can step in empty air, unlike before where floating in emptiness made it impossible to find strength,

yet Bruce is regretfully finding himself even less of a match for Ning Fan.

Cannot match the speed, does not have the strength,

The beast shape instead of human form has lost flexibility.

While the huge physique turns into an eye-catching living target.

Then in the shocked eyes of others, the two fight from the sky to the ground, and then back to the sky.

The park, which was quite well-maintained, has suffered thoroughly this time.

The cement ground is full of pits, with the thick trees broken in half.

Bruce is the one being hit and cannot counterattack.

Bruce's sharp Fang, though as long as he opens his mouth he can bite Ning Fan in half, he has never gotten the chance.

Just like before, Bruce gradually could not bear Ning Fan's punches and kicks damage.

Bruce's smooth silver fur starts becoming mottled and scattered, with strands of silver wolf hair floating down like drizzle.

In the intense pain, Bruce's whimpering cries continue.

Upon hearing these whimpering cries, someone among the Blood Clan sneered mockingly, "How does this sound like a dog's bark?"

As soon as this remark was made, the Blood Clan present could no longer hold their laughter.

Even William and Andrew, these two Dukes, bit their lips tightly, trying their best to maintain the elegance of the Blood Clan.

Despite this, their minds kept jesting, "Once there was a wolf, then he was beaten into a dog."

Faced with the ridicule of the Blood Clan, all werewolves present have faces ashen.

Embarrassed with anger.

Bruce's instinctive whimpering, incredibly does sound like a dog's bark, moreover one being hit by its owner.

Uhr's expression was ashen speechless, he knows very well that after this battle spreads, the reputation of Blood Fang Tribe is completely ruined.

With a loud bang, Bruce crashes heavily towards the ground again.

Being knocked dizzy and disoriented, Bruce was just about to rise only to see everything go black, and then fell unconscious.

Seeing Bruce motionless before him, Ning Fan couldn't help but worry, "Too heavy a blow. Won't he die?"

Ning Fan hadn't felt this kind of exhilarating combat style for a while.

This kind of visceral fight indeed stimulates a man's adrenaline, such that Ning Fan fought more intensely.

"It's just passed out."

Detecting Bruce's breathing, Ning Fan heaved a sigh of relief, though still feeling somewhat somber in his heart.