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Under Yang Lingtian's gaze, the "lonely werewolf" lingered several times, and finally moved.

"Whew......"

A whistling sound, and a black figure leaped out of the black ironwood, cutting into the grass of the blackened dog's tail.

"Roaring ......"

The lone werewolf roared in the sky, a deafening roar that shook all directions, and invisible sound waves spread, blowing wave after wave of grass around it.

"Squeak......

"......"

For the lone werewolf that suddenly appeared, many of the same kind bared their teeth and roared at it, not knowing what it meant.

"Roaring ......"

Another low roar came from the mouth of the lone wolf, and then many werewolves who were eyeing each other moved, but instead of attacking, they made a way and exposed the werewolf leader in the center.

"Roaring ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The werewolf leader raised his head to the sky and roared, his forelimbs kept beating his chest, and he looked at the figure walking towards him with provocation and disdain.

Yang Lingtian looked at the situation in the field, and after a little thought, he understood the general situation of this love-hate entanglement.

If expected, this love-hate entanglement should be the result of the struggle for the position of "werewolf leader", and the lone werewolf is undoubtedly the loser.

Ignoring their strange appearance, these werewolves should still belong to the category of wolves in essence, and wolves certainly determine their leaders through duels.

Wolves live in packs, all in packs, and each horse has to take a share of responsibility for the prosperity and development of the group.

The tacit cooperation between wolves and wolves becomes the decisive factor for the success of wolves. No matter what they do, they can always rely on the strength of the group to accomplish it.

But there is a kind of "wolf" that can never be integrated into this team, that is, every loser who challenges the position of the leader, of course, may also challenge successfully, on the contrary, after the challenge is successful, the original leader will naturally become a loser.

The loser will leave the pack and become a lone wolf, wandering until he dies.

This is often referred to as the "wounded lone wolf", and if analyzed in this way, then the lone werewolf is naturally the loser who has been expelled.

"There's a good show to watch now."

Yang Lingtian was quite gloating, he thought that the lone werewolf would be attacked by a group when he went out, and he would be killed after only one round.

Now the situation is very different, this is a battle of leaders, you have to fight alone, the rest of the clan is not allowed to interfere, and the winner is the new leader.

Judging from the lone werewolf and the werewolf leader, although there is an obvious gap in the strength of the two, it is not an overwhelming victory, it must be a dragon fight.

"Whoa......

Many werewolves scattered and formed a large circle, and in the middle were the lone werewolf and the werewolf leader.

The atmosphere began to become somber and dreary, and two black figures confronted each other, grinning and showing fangs from time to time.

Yang Lingtian could see that the eyes of the lonely werewolf were full of caution and caution; The werewolf leader on the opposite side naturally looked defiant and provocative.

This is also easy to understand, after all, one side is the winner and the other side is the loser, and the outcome does not seem to be too suspenseful this time.

"Roaring ......"

"Bumper ......"

The lone werewolf roared in the sky, his forelimbs beating his chest, showing off his muscles and might.

"Roaring ......"

"Bumper ......"

The werewolf leader is naturally not far behind, and he also shows his strength.

"Roaring ......"

"Bumper ......"

"Roaring ......"

"Bumper ......"

Then, the werewolves who watched around all joined the ranks, as if they were cheering and cheering, and in the bursts of ghosts crying wolves, the warm atmosphere of the scene seemed to be about to reach a climax.

"Touching ......"

"Hoo ......"

The two figures in the field moved without warning, and almost at the same time, two black afterimages roared towards each other.

"Boom ......"

The distance between the two sides was only a few meters, and in an instant, two black figures collided together as promised, a dull roar exploded, and invisible waves of air spread around, blowing the grass to sway.

Under Yang Lingtian's attention, it could be clearly seen that the lone werewolf and the thick right forelimb of the werewolf leader collided together, but the two sides seemed to be unconscious, and there was no intention of retreating.

"Roaring ......"

Immediately afterward, a terrifying roar sounded almost in no particular order, and after the right forelimb, the left forelimb of both sides moved at the same time.

"Touching ......"

"Touching ......"

Two dull thumps resumed, as if pounding on a cowhide drum, and the left forelimbs of the two smashed on each other's hairy chests.

At this moment, the two were finally no longer as indifferent as the first blow, and the two sides were on the verge of triggering, and their bodies couldn't stop retreating towards the rear.

"Wow......"

The lone werewolf staggered back a few meters, and then he could stop his figure and stand still.

Where the ground was stepped on in front of him, the blackened dog's tail grass disappeared, and paw prints were printed on the black sand and stone.

This is the case on the lone werewolf's side, and the situation of the opposite werewolf is not much better, and the first and second rounds can be said to be evenly matched.

"Touching ......"

The lone werewolf slammed his lower limbs into the ground, and rushed forward again with the force of the shock, and a gust of wind came from the flying sand and rocks, and the two sides collided together again in the blink of an eye.

"Bang ......"

"Bumper ......"

"Flutter ......"

I saw that the afterimages in the field were flying, and the two black streaks kept turning and moving, and it was even difficult to distinguish their owners from the claw shadows in the sky.

Yang Lingtian watched from the sidelines with blood boiling, this is the battle of a real man, his fists are in his hands and palms are in place.

The two sides seemed to never know how to stop, and the defense of both sides seemed to have no limit, and the vigorous and powerful claws kept beckoning to each other, and at first there were slight defensive movements, and in the latter two they directly gave up their defenses.

The best defense is offense, and this saying is perfectly embodied here.

Beneath the thick hair, explosive muscles seemed to be about to burst out, the green tendons of the old tree's roots were revealed, and the four scarlet eyes were as dazzling as searchlights.

The cold killing intent is rich to the extreme, and the two sides have fought until now, and it seems that they are about to enter the final stage of deathmatch.

"If you don't go crazy, you won't survive!"

Yang Lingtian looked at the strongest existence among the two werewolves and sighed, the strong dominates everything and has everything; If you are unlucky, you will lose your life immediately, and if you are lucky, you will leave the group with your injuries and start a lonely and wandering life.

"Roaring ......"

The heartstrings of all the werewolves present vibrated with a joyful and deafening roar, and the onlookers seemed to know that the final moment was coming, and they all changed their expressions of nervousness and expectation, and their eyes were motionless as they stared at the two figures in the field.

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(End of chapter)