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The Alpha's growl came low, resonant, commanding. The rest of the wolves responded instantly — spreading out, tightening the circle. A tactical formation.

Meanwhile Xavier twirled his dagger in one hand, moonlight crawling up his arm like liquid silver.

"Not bad. You've got brains… and a death wish."

He bent slightly at the knees, his stance lowering. The faint glow of his Moonshield shimmered to life again, casting a soft silver halo over the corpses around him.

Then came the first strike.

A blur of black movement shot from his right — a wolf lunging out of the smoke with a snarl, fangs gleaming with venom. Xavier ducked, pivoted, and slashed upward in the same motion — the blade slicing through its throat in one fluid arc. The wolf's body hit the ground and dissolved into black vapor.

But that was just the beginning.

The entire pack moved.

Dozens of shadows sprang from all directions at once — some leaping high, others darting low, their fangs flashing like blades under moonlight. The air filled with sound — growls, snarls, the hiss of poison clashing against his aura.

Xavier moved like water — weaving between them, his body a blur of grace and precision. His daggers flashed silver arcs through the dark, slicing tendons, deflecting claws, driving through skulls. Each kill painted the ground brighter, each motion perfectly timed.

Still, for every wolf he struck down, two more emerged from the fog. Their poison thickened the air, forming a mist that burned the throat. His Moonshield flickered faintly under the constant pressure.

He could hear their leader — the Alpha — circling beyond the chaos. Watching. Testing him.

Xavier spun, kicked off a corpse, and landed lightly atop a cracked boulder. From his new vantage, he could see the movement of the entire pack.

They were closing in tighter — trying to box him, to limit his motion. Smart. Very smart.

"Guess I'll have to remind you," he muttered, his eyes narrowing as moonlight surged around his form.

"Predators don't hunt me."

The wolves paused for just a second — instincts warning them of danger.

Then, with a smirk that promised violence, Xavier whispered,

"Your turn."

Silver light flared from beneath him like a pulse, rippling outward in perfect concentric waves. Every wolf that crossed the expanding light barrier staggered — their limbs twitching as the moonlight burned through their poison.

The Alpha howled in response — a furious, ear-splitting command — and the remaining wolves leapt at once.

The real hunt had begun.

The wolves struck like a black wave, claws kicking up bloody dirt and shattered stone as they leapt toward him from every direction. The air had turned toxic—thick with drifting green vapor that hissed like acid against Xavier's Moonshield.

This poison vapor again… He narrowed his eyes. It wasn't ordinary dungeon venom. It was layered—corrosive, paralytic, nerve-gnawing. A weaker adventurer would've already collapsed. But Xavier? His silver aura pulsed, pushing the vapor back as if rejecting corruption itself.

Still, the poison was building in density. His Moonshield flickered in warning.

He adjusted immediately.

"Moon Purify."

Moonlight rolled off him in a soft pulse. The dome of silver energy absorbed the creeping poison mist—and filtered it—forcing the toxins to the shield's outer shell, condensing them into droplets that dripped to the ground like liquid death. The earth sizzled where they fell, melting rock.

The wolves didn't care. Their eyes burned with killing instinct.

Xavier exhaled. His grip tightened around his dagger.

"Let's dance then."

He moved.

Silence broke. Blood followed.

A wolf lunged high—Xavier spun beneath it, carving a clean line under its ribs. He pivoted and met another attack with a brutal reverse slash, opening a throat. Another wolf lunged for his back—he extended a hand, summoned a crescent blade of energy—Moon Slice—and split it from skull to spine.

Yet for every beast he killed, the pack didn't panic… didn't scatter.

No—this pack coordinated.

They circled tight. Lynx-like footwork. Wolf-like maneuvering. Snake-like patience.

A hunting formation.

This isn't just instinct. They're thinking.

He sidestepped a pouncing wolf, kicked off its skull, then drove a dagger into the eye of another. More poison vapor streamed from their open maws now as they fought—more than before.

They're saturating the air on purpose now—closing my space. Forcing attrition.

The Alpha wolf was testing him.

Xavier's gaze flicked toward the tree line. The Alpha hadn't moved from its vantage point. It watched with unnerving intelligence, tracking every step, every attack.

Then the Alpha barked sharply—once.

The rhythm shifted instantly. Wolves no longer charged recklessly. They didn't aim to kill—they aimed to wound him.

To bite him.

Xavier clicked his tongue.

So that's it. Their fangs.

Even without the toxic vapor cloud, he knew—those fangs carried internal paralytic venom. One bite—he'd lose control of his body. Then he'd be torn apart alive.

He deflected another wolf with his forearm shield, slicing clean through its neck with a single smooth motion. Another tried to slip beneath his guard—wrong move. He spun and broke its jaw with a Moon-empowered kick.

But even as he fought, he noticed something even more off—

None of the wolves went down instantly. They hesitated, staggered—but didn't die.

Their regeneration is fast. Faster than any regular beast.

The Alpha howled low—cold and commanding.

The wolves backed up as one.

Xavier stood surrounded now—moonlight flickering around him—an island of silver in an ocean of fangs.

He flexed his hand. Blood dripped from a shallow cut on his arm—not from a wolf—but from the air itself.

The poison fog was now so dense that it was becoming corrosive. Eating through metal. Tearing skin.

A trap.

The Alpha had stalled him—not to wear him down—but to infect the battlefield.

A slow smile crept onto Xavier's face.

"So that's your plan? Impressive."

His aura surged.

"But still—insufficient."

Moonlight exploded around him. The ground cracked as energy poured from his core.

He raised his hand, palm open—

"Moon—"

But he paused. Something changed. The wolves froze. No, not froze—they lowered themselves, as if in submission.

Not to him.

To—the Alpha.

The Alpha wolf stepped forward at last.

Its growl was no longer a sound—it was a violent vibration that resonated across the battlefield, a warning that made even the mutant buffalo corpses tremble.

Then—it changed.

Its muscles bulged grotesquely; veins pulsed violently under its black fur. A surge of dark green energy spiraled around its massive frame—volatile, corrosive, unstable. Its pupils shrank into ruthless slits, and its fangs protruded unnaturally long as black saliva dripped from its jaws.

The poison vapor around it didn't disappear—it was devoured. Absorbed into its body.

Xavier's eyes narrowed.

"So that's it—you're consuming your own venom to overload your body."

A suicidal evolution. A Berserk Ascension.

Its rank spiked instantly—what was already a terrifying B-rank predator now exuded crushing force. The ground beneath it cracked, crushed by its amplified weight.

This was no longer simply a beast. This was a calamity in motion.

Poison Fang Wolf King — Berserk Corruption Form.

It let out a roar that tore through the air like a shockwave—

WHOOOOOM!

Several wolves near it were flung away by the pressure alone—dead in an instant from sheer force.

Xavier grinned.

"Now we're talking."

He lowered into a stance—daggers reversed, body aligned, killing intent flowing like a cold river.

The wolf blurred.

Not ran—vanished.

Xavier barely tilted his head as claws raked through the air where his skull had been.

The Wolf King appeared behind him.

Xavier spun, Moonshield flaring—

BAAAAAAM!!

The sheer force sent him smashing backward, barrier cracking under the hit. He dug his heel into the ground, sliding to a stop—earth splitting behind him in a long scar.

He exhaled slowly.

"Fast. Strong. And completely insane. Good."

The Wolf King struck again—no wasted motion, no pattern, no fear. It was pure killing instinct. Beast-like—but intelligent enough to aim for kill zones.

Its fangs came first—blitzing straight for Xavier's throat.

Xavier ducked, twisting sideways and dragging his blade across its flank.

CLANG!

Sparks flew.

"Armor hide…? No—that skin is poison-hardened."

The wolf's hide had mutated under the berserk state—its flesh was now a toxic armor.

The beast responded instantly—spinning into a tail whip that sliced through the air like a scythe. Xavier deflected, sliding back again.

The wolf didn't give him time to breathe. It pressed. Hard.

Pounce. Bite. Claw. Flicker. Vanish. Reappear.

Xavier evaded with fluid precision. Narrow dodges. Counter steps. Minimal movement. Maximum efficiency.

But the Wolf King kept pushing—each blow stronger than the last.

THOOM!

THOOM!!

THOOM!!!

Moonshield began to fracture—hairline cracks forming across its surface.

Xavier sharpened his gaze. Enough testing.

He stepped forward.

Aura flared.

The earth trembled.

He became a blur of silver death.

His dagger shot forward like a ray of moonlight—

CLANG!

The Wolf King blocked—with its jaw, biting down the blade with teeth that cut metal like bone.

Xavier's eyes widened a fraction.

"Che."

He released the dagger instantly—spin kicked the wolf across the jaw with a Moon-empowered strike.

BOOOOOOOM!!

The Wolf King crashed into a crater—but didn't fall. It stopped itself with one paw—and smiled.

Its tongue slid across its fangs.