Chapter 3: First Kill
Ian ignored the pain, engaged muscle on his legs and calves, and boom!
The ground shook a little. With his current strength, even the elite Olympic athletes on Earth are far inferior to him. As a lesser vampire, he could perform acrobatic movements that are impossible for his previous life's human body.
He feels that he could squat 1600 lbs barbell or roughly bench press 900-1000 lbs barbell. Of course, this is just his rough guess.
The eight foot tall werewolf with a body that could even dwarf the likes of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Ronnie Coleman looked down at 5'9 foot Ian coldly. The size comparison made Ian feel a lot less confident in his chances.
He feels as if he was a normal middleweight boxer fighting a heavyweight world champion boxer.
'Now or never!'
Ian pulled his arm to gather strength, swerved his waist and threw a punch. At this time, the air produced a crackling sound. Yet the werewolf didn't even bother to block and let Ian's punch that was enough to crush a human skull hit its chest.
As a result, Ian felt his fist had hit an iron plate. The werewolf revealed its fangs, two sharp canines, pushed its mouth, intending to bite Ian's head.
A glint appeared on Ian's eyes. He threw another punch towards its mouth which prompted the werewolf to give a mocking grin.
However, a burst of blood flew out. The werewolf's body landed on the ground with a thud, twitching frequently. Blood spurted on its head like a bubble.
Ian heaved a sign of relief and looked at the bloodied bone claws on his fist. Following that, another claws came out on the left hand and Ian swiped his bone claws to the werewolf, severing it's head after to more swipe. There's just no way, the muscles on the neck of the werewolf was too tough.