'Hum-'

Almost instantly, the glass shattered, and the flying ant spread its wings and burst out, turning into a black shadow and crashing into the cold light.

'Bang! ’

The two clashed, creating a dull clashing sound.

After that, the flying ant flew upside down.

The cold light, which had been greatly weakened momentum, deviated slightly from its original trajectory and continued to march...

"Snort~"

Sharp claws pierced flesh, and red blood splattered.

This was followed by the young man's pig-like screams.

The crowd followed the prestige and found that there were three more bone-deep scratches on his arm, gurgling and bleeding.

Doesn't that mean that even if your hand is cut off on the spot, you won't shout without shouting? ’

- They want to complain like this, but it's clearly not the time.

"Flame Fist!"

"Stone Hammer!"

"Water bomb!"

Several people who have been licking blood at the tip of the knife all year round reacted quickly and commanded their respective demon spirits to fight back.

Suddenly, the colorful light lit up, turning into several attacks, concentrating fire on the wind-chasing werewolf.

But when he saw that his palms were weak, he condensed two daggers composed of sharp air currents and held them upside down in his hands.

[Wind Skill, Wind Knife!] 】

'Boom!'' ''Boom! ’

After swinging his sword to cut off the first water bomb attack, the Werewolf Chasing Wind blocked the other two attacks.

Then, instead of fighting, it retreated, then deftly sprang up and leaped towards the bald man hiding at the rear!

"I can't help myself."

The bald man sneered.

In an instant, a black light that was so fast that it was impossible to see burst out.

[Racial Ability Activation: Blade Flash!] 】

[After charging, at the cost of consuming a lot of physical strength, a slash that is extremely fast will erupt. 】

The werewolf chasing the wind in the air narrowed his pupils and tried to twist his waist to dodge.

But...

It's too late...

With the sharp pain of an electric shock, the black light passed through its abdomen without hindrance, splashing a huge red blood flower.

'Bang! ’

The body of the wind-chasing werewolf fell heavily from the air with a muffled sound.

The pool of blood slowly spread on the ground, and its consciousness became a little trance-like, but it still subconsciously wanted to prop up its body and continue to fight.

However, after several attempts, they all ended in failure.

Because the strength of the body has been lost with the blood little by little...

"! Press it to the ground! ”

The young man who was injured by the Wind Chasing Werewolf before was now wrapping the wound on his arm with the corner of his torn clothes, and roared with a hideous expression: "Lao Tzu is going to stomp on all four of his claws!" ”

Hearing this, the others looked at each other and smiled, then waved their hands for their respective spirits to do the same.

"Ho..."

Looking at the demons that were hugging him, the Wind Chasing Werewolf let out a fierce low roar of warning in his throat.

But with its current physical condition, even its voice revealed extreme weakness, so this warning obviously had no deterrent effect, and it was easily held down on all fours.

"Mother, Xipi! Lao Tzu has been walking the rivers and lakes for so many years, can he still overturn on you? ”

The young man bit the strip of cloth with his teeth, assisted in bandaging the wound on his arm, and then brandished the sharp butterfly knife and walked towards the werewolf chasing the wind step by step.

The others all stood still, with expressions of good fun.

Apart from...

The bald man.

The flying ant, who was physically exhausted because of the activation of his racial ability, was lying on his shoulder at the moment, his jaws slightly open, as if he was telling something.

This made the man's brow frown slightly, when he wanted to say something to the other people...

'Bang! ’

However, before he could speak, the door, which had only been installed for a short time, was knocked open again, and a blue shared motorcycle broke into it.

In a screeching sound of braking, the teenager riding on it was thrown away and kicked the young man with the butterfly knife over.

"It's good to catch up..."

Jiang Yifan, who was so tired that he was panting for breath, saw that the werewolf's chest was still undulating, his tense body finally relaxed, and the whole person fell to the ground with relief, raising his hand to brush back the rain-soaked hair.

"Where the did this kid come from?"

"Did you go the wrong way after going to cram school?"

"What's going on? Stun or slaughter? ”

Seeing that Jiang Yifan's face was not only a little immature, but even carrying a schoolbag behind his back, several other people couldn't help but look at each other with strange expressions.

While his accomplices were talking, the bald man quietly retreated into the shadows with a vigilant expression, and took out a glass vial containing a red pill from his pocket...

"What are you guys still doing! Hold him down! Let Lao Tzu pick his hamstrings! ”

The young man who was kicked to the ground, clutching his injured arm, crawled up with a twitch in pain and screamed impotently and furiously.

"Okay, hold him down."

"Fuck, you have the ability to press it yourself, you always want to call us."

"Oh, whoever calls him a dish, let's let him do more! Ha ha! ”

A few people walked towards Jiang Yifan with a smile and a smile, and their defenseless appearance obviously did not take him, a little ghost who was only high school age, in their eyes.

"More to bully less? What a shame..."

Jiang Yifan squinted at them.

"We like to bully too much, what can you do? Sue the teacher? ”

The first one joked.

"There's no need to sue the teacher, because it just so happens that I also like to bully more and less."

The corners of Jiang Yifan's lips were slightly hooked, he raised his hand above his head, and snapped his fingers crisply.

'fluttering-'

In an instant, the dense sound of wings flapping exploded in everyone's ears.

Immediately afterward, countless black shadows poured in from the doors and windows, like a black tide, submerging the entire workshop.

"Damn! Where did so many black feather crows come from! ”

"Ahh My eyes! Get out of here! ”

"Flame thugs! Come help me! ”

Several people who were attacked by the Shadow Raven Legion suddenly had colors on their bodies, and they cried out in pain for their respective demons to come and help.

And Jiang Yifan took advantage of the chaos to carry the werewolf chasing the wind and helped him to the corner of the workshop.

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Jiang Yifan turned his head and handed over a gentle smile.

However, the werewolf who had previously damaged his eardrum in order to track it could only see his mouth open for a while, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

But...

Its tactile sensation is still there.

Although his consciousness had begun to blur, the werewolf could still clearly feel that the hand that the young man was holding on to it was trembling slightly.

This is a manifestation of fearful emotions.

Yes, how can a boy who is no more than sixteen or seventeen years old not be afraid when he faces several vicious criminals alone? How is it possible not to panic?

However, even so, it still has to pretend to be calm and relaxed on its face...

"Fortunately, Zhuang Lao sent this set of potions at that time, otherwise such a serious injury would be difficult to handle."

After helping the werewolf chasing the wind to sit down against the wall, Jiang Yifan fearfully rummaged through his backpack and found the three tubes of elixir that represented 'healing, nourishing, and releasing potential'.

By the way, he also took out the ginseng doll: "Use the 'regeneration technique' to help heal the wound." ”

"Die!"

At this moment, the young man who was still ghostly, under the escort of his own demon spirit, passed through the heavy encirclement of the Shadow Raven Legion, and ran with a knife to stab Jiang Yifan in the back...