Chapter 95 Settling Accounts
Leon watched as the Evil Wolf caught up, certain that the werewolf, now with blood-red eyes, had lost all sense of reason, driven entirely by a lust for killing.
He pondered for a moment whether to activate the Gathering Form and Scattering Energy; although its duration was not long, it was enough for him to get far away. Considering the uneven terrain of the Dark Territory, the Evil Wolf would take several times longer to catch up with him.
However, Leon quickly discarded the idea. It was one thing to leave behind the Evil Wolf and the Behir, leisurely heading off to the Dark Territory on his own, but to use the Gathering Form and Scattering Energy to flee from an uncontrolled werewolf was another matter... He was not afraid to face anyone.
Should he just kill the Evil Wolf?
People are intimidated by those stronger than them, goods depreciate against better goods, and the Evil Wolf may not be a good person, but at least he had principles when taking money for jobs. He had agreed to take him to the Dark Territory and kept his word, even thoughtfully reminding him to leave early to avoid the uncontrolled Werewolf Form. Knowing to share the spoils after killing the Behir, in Crossroads City, he could certainly be considered a breath of fresh air. Leon found it hard to proceed with the attack.
Suddenly thinking of something, Leon nodded.
At the same time, as the Evil Wolf darted out of the cave into the Dark Territory and saw that Leon wasn’t fleeing but standing still, it accelerated even more. Using its limbs, it leaped several meters in one go, subconsciously opening its mouth to bare its sharp fangs.
The uncontrolled urge to kill didn’t affect the Evil Wolf’s ability to think and judge; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to dodge the Behir’s attacks time after time. Seeing that Leon hadn’t even reached for his sword but had thrown it aside, the Evil Wolf was a bit perplexed, but that didn’t slow him down.
Leon watched him and tugged at the corner of his mouth, then rapidly swelled in size, expanding to twice his original size, then three times, four times, five times... The Evil Wolf finally sensed something was wrong and subconsciously slowed down.
A second passed, then two, then three.
Now, there was no longer anyone standing at the edge of the Dark Territory’s cliff, just an enormous beast, a ferocious Red Dragon towering there, nearly as tall as a three-story building. Stretching out a claw, it conjured a greatsword out of thin air, creating a large pit when placed on the ground. What was a Behir compared to this Red Dragon? Merely a tiny Karami.