The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1754: Power of the Werewolf Hunter (1)

There was about one hundred and fifty meters between Rex and Stelios.

But for beings as strong as them, that distance was akin to a single step—it was nothing.

Stelios blinked, and Rex was already upon him, claws flared to rend his flesh.

Clang!

A thunderous clang resounded as Stelios parried the claws raking at him.

But he was never Rex’s target from the start.

Rex dashed past Stelios in a blurry motion, heading straight to April, hanging by her arms in the sky.

His anger, frustration, the battle—none of that mattered at the moment, at least not until he brought her down. Keeping her humiliated like this, Rex and the Invincible Apparition would never allow it, not until the very last breath.

A barrier stopped him.

He crashed into an invisible bubble that surrounded April, a barrier that stopped him from reaching her.

”Do you really think it’s going to be that easy?” Stelios chuckled. ”I knew what you’d be trying to do first after I showed her to you. A Werewolf’s weakness—and also strength lies in their bonds, and even you can’t help but try to save her first, Royal Black Prince.”

Roar!!

Fury erupted from within.

Rex latched onto the invisible bubble with his claws and punched the surface as hard as he could.

He did it once, but seeing no effect, his punching became frantic.

Bang!

Charging his punch, he inhaled life energy and voidal energy into his fist and punched again.

Bang!

And again.

Bang!

From below, one could see a shockwave that was produced from each punch.

It looked like a repeating, distorted display.

Despite punching the surface over a dozen times in a matter of seconds, there was still no effect, not even a small dent. But Rex kept going, and out of frustration, he slammed his skull against the barrier, hard enough that the impact could be heard from all the way down at the Tomb of Heroes.

Even when he used the Law of Inevitability, it barely did anything but cause a bigger shockwave.

”No matter what you do, you can’t break it,” Stelios said in amusement. ”Half of the offerings’ energy is concentrated to make that barrier. That thing is millions of lives-strong, and you absolutely can’t break it no matter what. All you can do is watch her hang there because you... can’t protect her.”

Grrr...!

Rex glanced over his shoulder, eyes bulging with wrath.

Just then, golden chains wrapped around his neck before he was yanked away hard.

His claws lost their grip as he was thrown back down to the Tomb of Heroes.

Crash!

”Rex!” Amanir exclaimed.

At this moment, he really wanted to help, but he was afraid that he would only be in the way.

Dust and stones exploded everywhere from the impact—and as Rex stood back up, six massive knives plummeted from the sky hard. He looked around through the smoke, seeing glowing golden knives that now encircled him.

Each was emanating holy energy along with life energy as strong as an Eternal Spirit rank.

Swish!

One knife glowed, and from it was a pair of golden eyes.

Rex tilted his head in time, narrowly avoiding a slash to his left eye that would’ve partially blinded him.

”Good reaction, faster than the noble werewolves,” Stelios’ voice echoed.

Hearing this, Rex snapped over his shoulder and saw him seeping into the steel of the other knife—and disappeared once again. No more scent, aura, or even presence. Stelios simply disappeared the moment he was stabbed with the knife.

”But what about two at the same time?”

Swish!

Two knives glowed, and two Stelios emerged from within them.

Rex was attacked from his front and behind, but even then, he tilted his body to avoid one and raised his claws to parry the other. As soon as he did that, he went to one of the massive knives and grabbed it with his bare hands.

He ripped it out from the ground, but he dropped it back again.

Stelios came out of that knife and stabbed into his abdomen, hurling him backward.

Growl!

Rex bared his fangs, but Stelios was already upon him, landing a punch squarely against his face.

But his face was as hard as a rock, and it barely did anything.

Frantically, driven with anger and hate, Rex pressed forward and reached out with his claws.

A swipe cuts through the air sharply, but it misses, slamming into the ground.

Rex didn’t let up the momentum and pressed onward—trying to catch Stelios with his quickness that’d spook anyone since he was unnaturally fast for his size. But his quickness pales in comparison with the Archangel of Knives.

He slashed heavily from overhead.

Stelios flapped his wings away in time and stabbed a knife from under Rex’s snout.

Numb to the pain, Rex took it out and kept going, thrashing the platform and even knocking debris onto the statues of Origins. In a mere half-minute of this close engagement, the entire central platform was thrashed completely.

Cracks littered the floor, and the entire chamber shook multiple times in a few seconds.

I can’t catch him!

Rex soon realized that he couldn’t catch Stelios.

Not with quickness, and certainly not with his acute senses.

It was like trying to catch an electric eel in water—slippery, and for every failed attempt, he got hurt.

”A Werewolf’s biggest strength is its unnaturally acute senses, allowing it to sense an attack before it comes from anywhere,” Stelios said as he dodged Rex’s offense, moving like a stream of light, leaving behind glittering light particles everywhere he went. ”But it’s not completely foolproof; there’s a weakness.”

Crash!

Stelios dodged another heavy swing and spun his body, aiming for a slicing reverse kick.

In that moment, Rex could hear the sound of whirling wind.

And with a snap, his eyes fixed on Stelios’ backheel, the dangerous spot.

Instead of blocking, Rex opened his maw, lunging to tear Stelios’ leg clean off. His muscles—and body are a lot stronger; there’s no reason for him to dodge or block. But Stelios changed the angle mid-kick, shifting it at the last second, slamming his heel at Rex’s lower jaw hard.

It rocked Rex, yet he powered through it, maw clamping shut with strength.

He bit on nothing but air.

Rex’s arms swept wide to seize Stelios in a crushing hold or at least get a hand on one of those wings.

But Stelios curled his body into a ball and went through the gap, avoiding that attempt entirely.

As he rolled to a halt, he looked over his shoulder with a smirk, ”See...?”

Rex frowned, confused, but he suddenly felt a sting coming from his chest.

To his surprise, a long, small cut raked across his chest, spewing blood to the ground.

He didn’t see the attack at all.

In fact, he didn’t even know when Stelios managed to do this to him.

”Werewolves’ senses only focused on attacks that could kill them.” Stelios rose to his feet nonchalantly, swinging the bloody knife around as if it were a trophy. ”Anything that’s not life-threatening in an intense moment will be overpowered by the more dangerous attack. And with that weakness—I’ve managed to weaken all of the Werewolves I fought gradually until they can no longer fight.”

Rex looked down at his chest.

The long cut wasn’t healing as fast as normal because of the enchanted pure silver coating on the knife.

Seems like all knives were coated with enchanted pure silver; Stelios has made preparations.

”And that’s why knives are good against Werewolves,” Stelios positioned the golden knives in his hands on his side, one was dripping—with blood. ”Hunting Werewolves has always been a battle of attrition, and most of the time, the Werewolves win. But there has never been one—who wins against me. I’m sure you should feel the reason why by now.”

Rex could feel it.

On top of the enchanted pure silver halting his regeneration, there was another thing.

A heat that felt like a million blades attacking him.

And it came from the intangible halo above Stelios’ head.

Grggh... I still can’t block it? How...?

Rex leaned back in time.

He narrowly avoided a dangerous knife that came out from a portal of light right beside him.

It put him unbalanced, and without warning, Stelios leaped past him as golden chains wrapped around his neck again. He was pulled hard, choked, and he wanted to let himself get dragged and recover from that, but stopped when a pain struck his back.

From below, there was another knife that was positioned right behind him.

Going back meant being stabbed through his spine.

Rex kicked his right leg back, digging in to halt his collapse as the golden chains cinched tighter around his throat. He was trapped in place, He was trapped in place, unable to move forward due to the chains around his neck, and unable to move backward because of the knife.

Rolling free was his only option, but two more knives flickered into existence and drove into his waist.

Both sides were cut off, giving him absolutely no way out.

”Hurghh!”

Stelios grunted heavily and pulled on the chains harder, yanking Rex to the other side of the platform.

He crashed there, bleeding, and stabbed by three knives.

”You haven’t even made countermeasures for silver, and you can’t even endure my halo,” Stelios shook his head and clicked his tongue repeatedly—disappointed at what he was seeing. ”Are you deliberately trying to ruin my opera by giving a bad performance? Have you accepted you can’t beat me, so you do this instead?”

”Oh, how about this one?” Stelios remembered another. ”Can you counter this?”

Slowly, he reached out his hand forward.

His fingers glowed with holy energy, but it glowed an odd red color.

Rex could feel a sense of familiarity with this; it was something Stelios used on him back then.

Grinning savagely, Stelios cut the space in front of him with deliberate slowness, ”Slash of Destiny...”

A red line appeared, like a red string woven using space and time.

”If you can’t overcome this, then you never stood a chance against me,” Stelios said—drawing his knife to that crimson thread again. The blade hooked it, pulling—stretching the red string thinner and thinner, on the edge of snapping. ”Let’s see how you fight without your rage.”

Slice!

Just as the red string snapped, Rex’s pupils dilated.

Even though he was burning with anger earlier, right now, that erupting anger disappeared.

It was exactly like back then.

Stelios could sever his anger, and now, his aura rapidly shrank as his amplifier was severed.

Kaboom!!

That lasted only a few seconds as the rage returned again, splashing violent shockwaves throughout the entire chamber, dyeing the space within with a blood-red color. Rex’s eyes blared with endless anger—as he bared his sharp fangs, growling.

He had gotten the Weaver of Madness skill from creating the Blood Moon Echo.

And that surge let him flood his own mind with madness—drowning himself in raw fury so dense it shattered the Slash of Destiny’s hold—outright. The backlash stunned Stelios; surprise flickered across his face, then slowly twisted into a delighted smile.

”Good, good, very good...” Stelios nodded and turned away. ”That’s the least you can do or els-”

”Look at my eyes,” Rex’s guttural voice resounded—cutting Stelios’ sentence short. ”Look at my eyes real good, Archangel of Knives.”

He turned to look at Rex, brows raised questioningly.

”Do you really think I’ve been going all out?” Rex rose to his feet, eyes still fixated on Stelios without flinching. ”Forget about your opera. Forget about the Werewolves you’ve hunted in the past. Forget all the things you’re anticipating in the future... Becoming a Dark Angel, serving the First Darkness, everything.”

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Rex reappeared a few meters from Stelios; his crimson eyes still fixed ahead.

”This is the end of the line,” Rex nodded his head—as he stared at Stelios’ left eye, and then his right. ”There’s nothing more after this. These eyes are going to be the last thing you see.”