Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1688 - 1677: Holy Duel

While helping Bruce enhance his power, efforts were made to maintain his sanity and perfectly wield the effects of the Bloodthirst Technique."After all, this is a duel!"

Ning Fan sighed, suppressing the urge to strike.

This is the downside of a duel.

If it were a battle situation, Ning Fan wouldn't foolishly stand here, waiting for his opponent to increase his power.

Witnessing this, Ning Fan couldn't help but send a voice transmission, "How long can the Bloodthirst Technique last?"

"There's no specific time; as long as physical strength holds up, the duration extends,"

William reminded, "If things become unfavorable, ensure you endure until the Bloodthirst Technique ends, then victory can be achieved without fighting."

Gazing at the gigantic Bruce, Ning Fan shook his head in revulsion, thinking exhausting this fierce beast might result in his own collapse first.

"And then?"

"What do you mean 'and then'?"

Ning Fan curiously asked, "Doesn't this method of increasing power require a price to be paid?"

Upon hearing the explanation of the Bloodthirst Technique, Ning Fan instantly understood.

The Bloodthirst Technique bears some resemblance to certain sinister methods of demonic disintegration in Huaxia.

However, this approach presents significant drawbacks, with meridian damage being a minor issue; mishandling could lead to bodily destruction.

Unless it's a desperate moment, no one would use such a suicidal attack.

"There can be said to be no cost. The only aftereffect is needing a few days of rest to recover physical strength."

"No way! This Bloodthirst Technique is too defiant of reason."

Thinking of certain matters, Ning Fan felt strangely awkward, suddenly having an illusion.

"Why does it always seem Western powers are slightly stronger than Huaxia?"

The Holy Temple has the Power of Prayers, which is terrifying enough, and now there's the werewolf Bloodthirst Technique.

William chuckled bitterly, "Exactly."

This is why the Blood Clan is wary of werewolves,

Though they express disdain, no one dares to underestimate or completely offend a werewolf.

Otherwise, angering a werewolf, deploying a Bloodthirst Technique could instantly organize a werewolf army.

Or employ a method of mutual destruction, creating several War God-level experts to unleash carnage on Blood Clan territory before dying.

"Old thing, stop talking. Let's think of a way to ensure those barbarians don't take all the advantage."

Andri frowned, "Werewolves have the Bloodthirst Technique, but we Blood Clan aren't just eating vegetables."

William laughed bitterly, "You think I haven't considered? But our power is melted by Holy Power; spells simply are ineffective."

"This..."

Andrew hadn't thought along these lines, pursing his lips, "If those old relics from the Dark Council were here, it would be better."

Due to the Blood Clan's own physique, all the magic learned is black magic, inherently restrained by Holy Power.

If it were a human Mage, such a situation wouldn't occur.

"I appreciate the kindness of both of you. I have confidence."

Ning Fan doesn't speak idly.

Despite Bruce's intimidating aura climbing under the Bloodthirst Technique's effect, he hadn't broken through to the Heavenly Gang Realm in Ning Fan's eyes.

This alone is enough.

At Ning Fan's phase, as long as the enemy isn't at a crushing realm, who wins and who loses is hard to determine.

"Besides, I do have a trump card."

Thinking of the Divine Blood within, Ning Fan felt much more composed.

Though the Divine Blood usually seems unreliable, it proves powerful at critical moments.

"Feels like the Divine Blood has its own consciousness; will this lead to any aftereffects?"

Ning Fan shook his head, already planning to visit the Ancient Sky City again to ask the old man for details about the origin of the Divine Blood.

At this point, Uhr had ceased his humorous dance and addressed Ning Fan, "In stepping into the duel, life and death are disregarded. Human, are you sure you want to continue?"

Ning Fan smiled faintly, "I've been waiting for you."

"Alright."

Uhr shook his head helplessly; if it weren't for Ning Fan's outrageous demands, he would never have proposed a duel.

Despite believing in Bruce's strength and trusting his Bloodthirst Technique, the opponent is a Holy Power wielder, naturally able to restrain werewolves.

A slight mistake could see Bruce purified by Holy Power.

Observing the slowly dissipating clouds, Uhr felt slightly relieved, "Perhaps the worst won't happen."

"Then let the duel begin. Remember, life and death will be accountable, each according to their fate."

Though spoken, none present took it seriously, including the speaker himself.

Uhr glanced at Cybins, who knowingly nodded.

How could werewolves watch their brethren be purified in Holy Light?

William and Andrew exchanged a glance, already planning,

if anything goes wrong with Ning Fan, they'll intervene to rescue him.

As for whether this act would desecrate the Wolf God, neither side considered it important; it's merely a belief.

"Old thing, what nonsense are you spouting? You make it sound like I'm going to lose."

Bruce let out a laugh reminiscent of a bell, then beckoned to Ning Fan with a carrot-thick little finger.

"This pants' quality is so good, it must be manufactured in Huaxia."

With that fleeting thought, Ning Fan darted like an arrow toward the bare-chested Bruce.

"Brave!"

Bruce laughed loudly, facing the strike head-on without dodging.

"Such a sturdy body."

Feeling the sting of recoil on his wrist, Ning Fan frowned slightly, despite using seventy percent force.

Bruce's body proved even tougher than Ning Fan imagined, seemingly forged from steel, and a punch emitted a crisp sound akin to striking metal.

Watching the burning skin on his chest, a red flash appeared in Bruce's eyes.

"I hate this kind of power."

Bruce yelled, swinging a giant palm like a fan.

"Now it's my turn."

Ning Fan didn't dodge, seizing the opportunity to understand werewolf strength.

Apart from Shamans, remaining werewolves all relied on their robust bodies to fight.

Amidst the terrifying roar, the giant palm descended onto the True Qi Protective Shield like an eggshell.

Subsequently, Ning Fan blasted from his original position like a cannonball.

"Huff... huff..."

Watching the roasted flesh on his palm, Bruce's anger escalated, the white breath spraying thicker from his nostrils.

Werewolves' powerful physiques owe entirely to the reinforcement of dark power.

The dark power has thoroughly merged with their flesh and bones, forming a deeply rooted strength.

This enables werewolves to claim the close-combat supremacy title.

Once entwined by a werewolf, death is virtually declared.

But there's one prerequisite: the opponent must not be a Holy Power wielder.

Fighting a Holy Power wielder equates to a battle of mutual destruction.

The Blood Clan can rely on black magic to resist Holy Power purification, while werewolves must endure with their bodies.

Due to the lack of long-range attacks, every werewolf action inevitably gets injured by Holy Power.