Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1690 - 1679: Battle Waltz

"Can a human really unleash such incredible power?"Among everyone present, apart from Ning Fan, probably no one could answer the question.

Western cultivators have always focused on the competition of realms,

The opposing sides either rely on overwhelming the other with their realm level to win, end in a draw, or both lose.

Huaxia cultivators are different, they value skill development as well as realms.

True Qi running through specific routes, various force techniques, and intricate moves—all these affect a cultivator's strength.

This is the distinction between good and bad cultivation techniques; the better the technique, the stronger the power displayed.

Therefore, as long as the realm gap isn't too large, Huaxia cultivators can potentially turn the tables with superior techniques.

This is a classic case of compensating for insufficient realm with technique.

In terms of sheer strength, human frail constitutions naturally can't compare to the overwhelming power of Werewolves.

But with the enhancement of True Qi, Ning Fan's punching power already far exceeds the human limit,

and with the added force technique, each punch carries a force far beyond a thousand pounds.

At this moment, Ning Fan's strength is not at all inferior to Bruce's.

With a thunderous bang,

Looking at Bruce, who had smashed a deep pit into the ground, the observing Aliens almost couldn't believe their eyes.

The Werewolves, who were laughing incessantly a moment ago, now seemed struck by the Petrification Technique, stunned and motionless.

Several Werewolves even wiped their eyes in disbelief,

They had never seen a Werewolf lose in strength, especially not to a human.

Even the Blood Clan had been prepared for this, but seeing it with their own eyes was still shocking.

If it were the Blood Clan facing the Werewolves, they would definitely use agile movement techniques and long-range magic to slowly wear the opponent down.

As for this kind of brute-force fighting, no Blood Clan member would dare try it.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Bruce kicked with both legs, bouncing out of the pit into the air.

He wiped his mouth and looked at the blood on his hand. Stimulated by the blood, Bruce's pupils turned even redder, "I'm going to kill you."

Just then, Ning Fan, as if teleporting, suddenly appeared above Bruce,

"Get down here!"

Ning Fan's right leg, like a sharp axe, slashed downward fiercely,

The leg carried thunderous force as if tearing the air apart, creating a milky white streak in the dark night sky.

Bruce, who was already falling naturally, shot down into the pit like a meteor under this heavy strike, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"This..."

The first time might have been an accident or coincidence, but this scene was witnessed by everyone present.

Though Bruce, suspended in the air, couldn't leverage his strength, he was known to be unbeatable in close combat among Werewolves, yet he was soundly beaten by a human.

"Mr. Ning's actions are truly unexpected."

Watching Ning Fan jump into the pit, William shook his head helplessly.

Initially, he thought Ning Fan would use Holy Power to wear his opponent down from afar,

but the reality was the complete opposite of what he had imagined.

Amidst the stunned crowd, they watched how a human easily overwhelmed a Werewolf.

"Sweeping Army!"

"Great Sage Splitting Hang!"

"Half-step Collapse Fist!"

...

In Ning Fan's hands, a vivid demonstration of textbook Huaxia external martial arts unfolded.

As they listened to Ning Fan recite the tongue-twisting Huaxia moves, William and Andrew absorbed everything greedily, their eyes never leaving Ning Fan.

From Ning Fan came punches and kicks with seemingly endless variations.

Bruce, like a spinning top, couldn't control his body and couldn't escape Ning Fan's punches and kicks.

"You brutes who only rely on brute strength dare to call yourselves unbeatable in melee combat. What a joke."

Watching Bruce being blown away, Ning Fan coldly sneered, twisting his wrist to effortlessly grab Bruce's ankle.

"Come back here."

Then his arm sharply snapped upward, performing a ninety-degree rotation.

Bruce was instantly thrown high into the air, before he could stabilize, he suddenly felt lighter, ascending once more.

At this moment, Ning Fan appeared above Bruce like lightning, delivering a powerful axe kick to his chest.

Watching Bruce begin to fall, Ning Fan dived rapidly down.

Looking up at the massive head, a malicious smirk flashed across Ning Fan's lips before he shouted loudly, "Mount Lu Rising Dragon Strike!"

A powerful uppercut directly struck Bruce's chin.

Amidst the flying teeth and blood, Bruce soared vertically upward.

Then...

Then Bruce completely lost his opportunity, like a target fixed in mid-air.

"Such speed, it's even faster than mine."

"Oh my gosh! It's beautiful. Is this a waltz during combat?"

"Human Martial Techniques are truly terrifying."

...

Watching the scene unfold in mid-air, the eyes of the Blood Clan filled with shock.

Beside Bruce, six Ning Fans appeared.

These six figures, either punching or kicking, acted in such harmony that it seemed they moved simultaneously.

Bruce was kept afloat, struck continually from all directions, suspended by the relentless barrage.

Under the continuous heavy blows, Bruce began reverting to his original form, becoming the Werewolf's original state.

In Werewolf form, Bruce was stronger by at least threefold compared to his human form, with full enhancements.

Regenerative capabilities, resistance to damage, strength, speed...

But even so, Bruce couldn't regain control over his body, only passively withstanding Ning Fan's super-speed attacks.

"This speed!"

William's eyes were filled with shock.

He knew very well there was only one real body; the other five were afterimages created by extreme speed.

In contrast, the Werewolf side was deathly silent. Even the thick-headed Werewolves realized something was wrong.

"This is impossible! The Clan Leader was beaten by a human without a chance to retaliate."

"This human surely isn't human."

"It must be those despicable Vampires secretly meddling."

Upon hearing this, Uhr's eyes shifted to glance at William and Andrew across from him.

The Shaman is the only member of the Werewolf tribe capable of casting magic, with extremely high magical expertise.

If the Blood Clan secretly acted, the magic power fluctuations wouldn't escape the Shaman's detection.

Uhr shook his head, then looked nervously up at the sky.

Despite Bruce's current miserable state of being beaten, he wasn't focused on that. The Werewolf's robust physique was no joke.

Uhr was genuinely worried that Ning Fan might seize the opportunity to deliver a lethal blow, condensing Holy Power to deal Bruce a fatal strike.

In this close combat, every time Bruce was hit by Ning Fan, the injured area would undoubtedly be contaminated with Holy Power.