The pupils in the two eyes of Werewolf One seemed to turn up, staring at Jack's attacking moves.

Jack's speed is not fast, but in the eyes of the werewolves, it is just like that. Wecker One can clearly distinguish Jack's every move, and even predict the next move.

It is necessary to note that the combat effectiveness of the werewolves has barely recovered half. Grandma's, frozen for half a century, can it be so easy to recover completely. Recovering half of its combat effectiveness is enough to show that Werewolf One is a perverted species.

As he approached, the three claws of Jack's right hand stabbed into Werewolf One's heart. Even though Werewolf One was wearing armor that resembled body armor, Jack was confident that the claw would pierce into his heart and emerge from the other side of his body.

It was too late, and then it was too fast, and another claw volleyed out in the air, intercepting Jack's three claws halfway, and the speed was a few points faster than Jack's.

Jack clearly saw Werewolf One's claws raised in the air and didn't move, and he didn't move when he stabbed the claws. However, the sharp claws of Wepreme One intercepted their claws almost instantly, and the speed was extremely strange.

I only heard a crisp crack, and the sound of metal clashes resounded throughout the extraterrestrial civilization exploration center. What terrified Jack even more was that one of his three claws had been severed by Werewolf One.

This, how is this possible? Jack could barely believe his eyes. He knew the toughness of Jack's claws, and he didn't dare to say that the snow iron was like mud, and he cut some aluminum alloy or something, it was definitely like mud, and there was no scar at all.

Now the arrow has to be fired, and if one blow fails, it must be struck again.

Jack's right arm was held up by Wepreme One, and his left arm moved rapidly, making a strange arc from the bottom to the top, heading straight for Wevenus One's front door.

Werewolf One didn't dare to hesitate and kicked Jack's left arm, Vajra Claw.

Without any suspense, Jack's left arm, the Vajra Claw, pierced again.

The two are hand-to-hand combat, with strength, Jack is not the opponent of Wepreus One, and with speed, Jack is also a little weaker.

Jack really couldn't have imagined that this ghostly thing, which had been frozen by liquid nitrogen for decades, not only did not freeze to death, but was so strong.

Wewolf One used a right hand and a right leg to block Jack's attack with both arms. Now Werewolf One still has an empty arm, the left arm, and the left hand is definitely an iron fist if it is clenched into a fist.

Werewolf One thought so and did so, and with a bang, his left fist slammed into Jack's heart. Jack flew out of the air in response, if it weren't for the muscles being domineering enough, he would definitely be smashed out of a bloody hole.

A short touch is a difference. This scene is the same as last night's Jack torture of Guslav, the king of martial arts. If it's really feng shui, it will come to my house next year.

You can be crazy, but you can't be lawless!! The earth is so big and so mysterious, who knows who the most awesome guy in the road is!!

Is Jack so strong? It's too vegetable!!

Werewolf No. 1 was still docile, and Jack was in a state of rage as soon as he suffered a loss. What happened next was even Werewolf One's dumbfounded.

Jack let out a deafening wolf roar, which could be heard on the entire three floors of the underground fortress, and the penetrating power was evident. Then Jack's eyes were greener than before, and compared to the glass imperial green jadeite, they were green and tinged with a strange color. The two fangs at the corners of Jack's mouth also stretched out, fifteen centimeters long, white and unusually sharp, and the saber-toothed tiger's fangs were pulled out alive and installed on the corners of Jack's mouth.

There was a sound of clothes tearing, and Jack's expensive suit was a scrap, torn by muscles. Also scrapped is the more than 1,000 dollars a pair of crocodile leather shoes on Jack's feet, and the hard front head is stunned by Jack's claws to prop up several holes.

The weirdest thing is that the hair on Jack's body is growing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and soon wanders all over his body.

The crunch of bones clatters, and Jack goes from an upright state to a slight ricket, a bit like a Transformers turning from an Autobot to a robot.

Jack is now a combination of wolves and people, referred to as werewolves, or human wolves, and the ghost appearance is really similar to the image of the werewolf that appears on the TV screen, so ugly that you can't see people.

Could it be that werewolf legends are also true? This possibility is not ruled out. Vampires can exist, so why can't werewolves exist?

Where did the werewolf go? Why don't you show your face in society?

This, the answer, has to be asked to God, if He will tell you.

Jack, who has successfully transformed, can increase his combat power by more than three times, and his destructive power will be devastating.

Another wolf roar came, tactfully for a long time. Jack landed on all fours, slightly bent, the muscles of his whole body were in a tense state, and the muscle streaks could be seen clearly even through rags and exuberant hair, with a rush forward. A body of hair standing on end at 90 degrees is telling the outside world a message, I, Jack, are angry, and the consequences are serious.

Now Jack is no longer a person, because he has no humanity, and some only kill, until he knocks the other person to the ground, drinks his blood, and eats his flesh.

Jack jumped to his feet and claws made several paw prints on the smooth tiles, and even a few tiles were crushed.

With a whoosh, Jack almost hit the four-meter-high zenith with a jump, but fortunately, the strength was more appropriate, otherwise it would have been a joke if he hit the zenith and was stunned. We earthlings don't have any jokes, after all, we are all our own people, and it will be faceless to be laughed at by aliens, and it will lose all the faces of earthlings.

Werewolf One was also roaring in a low voice, and he could clearly feel that the small human in front of him had suddenly become much stronger, as if he had been injected with hormones.

Jack landed accurately where Werewolf One was standing, but Wecker One did not intend to stand still and take Jack's move, but took a few steps back. So Jack was disappointed.

Although Werewolf One looked bulky in an armor-like outfit, it didn't affect his athleticism in the slightest. Quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, it can be described as the Werewolf No. 1 at this moment.

The werewolves are not vegetarians.

Although you werewolves have evolved for hundreds of millions of years more than our earthlings, it doesn't matter, maybe the direction of evolution is not targeted, and it is possible to regress. So we earthlings can't be afraid of werewolves. If one day werewolves do come to Earth in a space carrier, if they are friendly, we will treat them with courtesy, and if they have bad intentions, we will definitely beat them all over the ground. The flying saucer performance is advanced, and our new generation fighter J-100 can definitely give him a fatal blow.