My Werewolf System

Chapter 1165  Fight the Iron wall (Part 2)

Ron’s werewolf form, he was a Titan Vanguard. One of the rarest classes that had a powerful defense, and his powers could even be used to enhance the others around him. Due to his own fighting style, though, he hadn’t used his powers to enhance those in the pack that were around him.

When hit badly, though, his body had been quite hurt from Innu. It wasn’t his outside, an open wound or broken bones, nothing like that, but the powerful strikes had hurt his internals.

In order to counter the pain that he felt, he decided to inject himself with his own powers. The energy that would leak out from his own nails was giving him a powerful boost in recovery, defense, and more.

“You think just because you two swap that you have a better chance at beating me?” Ron said, as he went to punch his hands together and then punched his chest. Just like before, the glowing light appeared all over his body.

The armor was starting to reform, and it was back, covering his body from head to toe.

“If I’m right about this… If I am,” Blake said as he continued to run forward.

Meanwhile, Innu had stood up, ready to fight against the Werewolves that would possibly be chasing down Blake. To give him whatever protection he needed despite how tired he was, but when he looked at the Cinema reception in front of him, he only had a few words.

“Finish what off…”

All of the Werewolves were injured, with cut limbs; all of the wounds on their body looked to be vital; even if they were breathing, they were on the floor, unable to get up again.

Even Blake himself was unaware of what he had done. Charging forward at a fast speed, Blake was right upon Ron; he lifted his arms up, ready to strike at Blake.

‘I can still see the lines, I can still strike where I need to, I know where to hit!’ Blake moved to the side, and the wind from the strike was felt; his sword moved right under the arm of Ron and had scratched it.

Ron quickly moved, trying to hit Blake with the back of his fist, but Blake was already one step ahead, ducking under the arm, striking with his sword again.

These movements continued as Blake continued to dodge attacks and strike where he could with both of his swords.

‘Follow the lines, follow the lines!’

The clashing sounds continued as his sword struck at the armor again and again.

“You think you can just keep attacking? Nothing can get through my armor and body!” Ron declared. “The man before you failed, and you will as well.”

Right then, a large white line appeared in Blake’s vision, going right across his chest. Blake then dropped the red sword, and holding onto the hilt with two hands, he lifted it and swung with all of his might, cutting through and heading right through his opponent.

Ron stood there, his body still, until blood filled his mouth. “What… is that… sword.”

The armor shattered, falling to the ground, revealing a heavy, large cut across his chest, and Ron eventually fell down on the ground himself. The Ironfang had been defeated.

“You did it… you really did it!” Innu said, running over. “I guess that sword is quite impressive after all. Same with this axe, the weapons Altered Hunters have are really impressive.”

It was a brief moment of joy for the two, and for Innu, as he looked behind him, he saw Roman’s body on the ground along with the rest of the Werewolves.

“What should we do with his body?” Innu asked.

“We can’t do anything. I’m sure, Lupus Gang will have some way to clean this up without people knowing,” Blake answered. “I know you want to take him back… but the situation, it could be really hard out there. We were caught in this trap, and the same could be said for the rest of the groups out there.”

The fight that was meant to take place on a large scale in the garden had been done in the shopping mall. Several squads were involved in the operations today. It was a big one, according to Roman, hoping that the Altered Hunters could make some type of large progress.

“You’re worried about your father, right? I suppose you want to head to where Edvard and his group are?” Innu asked.

“Right, I think it’s our best shot, we need to inform Edvard of what happened here anyway, regroup our plan. I’m worried that today will be too big of a loss for the Altered Hunters to continue; it might be our last day of fighting today, so we need to give it everything we’ve got,” Blake answered.

Innu felt exhausted just hearing that; he had already fought with all he had, and he would have to do it all over again with minimal rest. “I wonder if this is how the others felt going up against Harvor and the One Gang, that couldn’t have been easy, right,” Innu commented.

“Alright, I’ll follow after you, but let’s not head off too fast,” Innu said. “I need some time to recover some energy.”

Before setting off, Innu also noticed Blake doing something. The cloth wrapping he had tied it in a way around the outside of his body, and then, placed the black sword carefully in the wrapping.

After that, he picked up his two red swords and placed them in the sheaths by their side.

“Why don’t you just swap out the black sword for the red ones so you can use it easily?” Innu asked.

“I… just have a strange feeling about it, about what Roman said,” Blake answered.

“Huh… what are you saying, Blake?” Innu asked.

“What, I was just answering you, you just asked me why didn’t I use the black sword?” Blake replied.

“I didn’t say anything… At least I don’t think I said anything… I might have, I’m too tired,” Innu replied, waving his hand, gesturing for the two to run off toward Edvard.

‘I’m sure I didn’t say anything,’ Innu thought.