Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1691 - 1680: Wolf God Bloodline

Under the burning effect of Holy Power, it only made Bruce suffer more, but did not pose a danger to life.However, the means transformed from Pure Holy Power are far more lethal than those attached to fists and feet.

If it pierces a vital point, even a werewolf's recovery power might be overwhelmed.

Listening to Bruce's painful howls, Uhr finally let out a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "This human really shows restraint."

Since Ning Fan wouldn't deliver a fatal blow, other matters fell out of Uhr's consideration.

William gave a faint smile, "There shouldn't be any problem now."

He was truly afraid that Ning Fan would disregard everything and kill Bruce.

Though the Blood Fang Tribe wouldn't retaliate because of this, the Phillip Family's relations with all werewolf tribes would plummet to freezing point.

Listening to Bruce's full-throated cries, Alice couldn't help but ask, "Daddy, can't you persuade them to stop fighting?"

"How can that work? They're dueling."

"Why must there be fighting and killing?" Alice pouted, "Everyone can calmly talk things through, this duel could have been avoided."

Hearing these words, Andrew secretly sighed for his silly daughter.

Alice was right, this duel could indeed have been avoided,

After all, the Blood Fang Tribe initially already made a compromise due to the two major families.

Yet Ning Fan insisted on demanding an apology from the entire Blood Fang Tribe.

Andrew was initially a bit discontent, thinking Ning Fan was too insensible, and unforgiving.

But now, witnessing this violent approach, Andrew realized Ning Fan said those things deliberately.

Merely to enrage the werewolves and spark this battle.

"This kid truly has character. Even if the Blood Fang Tribe apologized, he would likely find a reason to provoke a battle."

Andrew fully understood now. Ning Fan simply wanted to display his fangs, both to the werewolves and the Blood Clan.

To announce to all alien clans the significance by the name "Ning Fan."

"But the premise is you must win, and win with an overwhelming and unstoppable force."

Gazing at the dissipated dark clouds, Andrew's eyes flickered, "If you think werewolves are just this simple, I can only say, you underestimate us alien clans."

"No wonder werewolves are so tough-skinned, their bodies are unimaginably resilient."

Listening to Bruce's still full-bodied roar, Ning Fan had to admit, alien clans truly have naturally bestowed advantages.

Ning Fan could guarantee, with the previous attack intensity, even if the opponent was a robot, it would have been beaten into a rag doll long ago.

Yet Bruce's body, apart from Holy Power burning wounds, barely had any visible external injuries.

"Let's see how long you can endure."

Ning Fan's eyes chilled, stepping into the void, launching another barrage.

Ning Fan's attacks were not ineffective, but the werewolf's recovery power is just too strong, coupled with a sturdy body, making it appear he's unaffected.

"Any recovery power has its limits, I refuse to believe you can recover indefinitely."

The explosive impact from fists hitting flesh echoed continuously.

Ning Fan gradually loosed himself, increasing his True Qi output.

Bruce, who had been nonchalant, now showed evident signs of agony,

Ning Fan's current attacks could now penetrate his skin, muscles, and reach his internal organs.

With the disappearance of the dark power, Bruce's recovery could no longer keep up.

Under such brutal beatings, the consequences of damaged body tissues caused Bruce's already huge figure to swell further.

The bones at his arms, shoulder, and other joints began to fracture one by one.

Increasingly severe injuries left Bruce's spirit drooping with a sagging head.

"Bruce is completely defeated this time, and he's lost horrifically."

Witnessing this, Uhr sighed, eyes filled with deep regret.

Just then, a long wolf howl echoed through the night sky.

"Bruce, he..."

Uhr's eyes lit up, quickly looking towards mid-air.

A silver-white beam of light enveloped Bruce.

Staring at this beam of light before him, Ning Fan's eyes carried a trace of doubt.

This silver-white pillar seemed the best healing Holy Medicine, the heavily battered Bruce completely recovered within a few blinks.

Bruce's gray fur gradually turned silvery white.

"This beam of light is..."

Ning Fan looked up at the massive round moon in the sky, the silver-white light seemed to emanate from it.

On a full moon night, both the Blood Clan and werewolf's strength is influenced by moonlight.

Ning Fan wasn't oblivious to this fact, yet never foresaw such a scene would occur.

Bruce, who lacked the ability of flight, strangely hovered in the air under the beam's influence after Ning Fan ceased attacking.

Moreover, Bruce's form began to change once more.

Werewolves have only two forms, human and werewolf.

The usual appearance is human, they only take on the werewolf form during battle or when influenced externally, activating their Bloodline Power.

Although the werewolf's size resembles wolves in the natural world, they aren't equivalent to wolves.

The biggest distinction is that werewolves have an upright form.

Only when traveling do werewolves use a crawling run; otherwise, they never go on all fours.

But currently, Bruce crouched in the void like a wolf, with his leg bones beginning to bend at the joints.

His head gradually transformed into that of a wolf's, which originally had notable facial features.

Before long, Bruce fully turned into a genuine wolf.

The sleek wolf fur glistened with silvery light under the moonlight.

The silver-white beam earlier seemed to have fulfilled its mission, vanishing instantly into the night sky.

"It's here! The legend has finally appeared. The Wolf God Bloodline finally manifested."

Witnessing this scene, Uhr's lips shivered with excitement.

According to legend, the ancestors of the ten major werewolf tribes were all direct descendants of the Wolf God, with true Divine Blood flowing within them.

Werewolves, like the Blood Clan, are races reliant on innate talents.

To acquire strength through hard cultivation and break the innate shackles is extraordinarily difficult.

The werewolves' talent directly refers to the Wolf God Bloodline within them.

The level of werewolf cultivation correlates closely with their own bloodline.

Yet through generations, the Divine Blood grew increasingly diluted, causing werewolves' strength to diminish.

A thin bloodline doesn't imply absence; some extraordinarily gifted clansmen possess bloodline powers exceeding their peers, naturally making their strength stand out.

Bruce's current image of a silver giant wolf mirrors the Wolf God image passed down in werewolf tribes.

It's said only by activating the Wolf God Bloodline within can one manifest such an appearance.

"It seems it won't be long before a War God arises among the werewolves."

William sighed, the werewolves' secrets aren't secrets to the Blood Clan.

"At a critical juncture for our Blood Clan to establish a nation, I really don't know whether this is good news or bad news."