The Supreme Martial Expert of the Female CEO

"Although this power has increased a bit since just now, it's still only enough for me to loosen my muscles," Ling Feng's voice rang out again, "Come on, come on! I'm rooting for you!"

Looking at Ling Feng's mocking expression, the Werewolf was so angered he was nearly driven mad.

"Die!" the Werewolf suddenly appeared beside Ling Feng, his claws gleaming with a cold light as he slashed at Ling Feng's head.

Ling Feng sighed, "It seems like a bastard is always a bastard. Even though you've grafted some of the Werewolf bloodline, you haven't learned a thing from the Werewolf's heritage. Since that's the case, there's no need for me to continue playing with you!"

To the Werewolf's shock, his blow actually missed!

The Ling Feng, who had been within arm's reach, had vanished! A chill rose in the Werewolf's heart—how could this man have escaped his attack at such close range? Had this man's strength... possibly reached S-level?

In the Underworld, there were many A-level masters, but very few S-levels, because the difference between the two was like heaven and earth!

If A-level is the current limit of human achievement, then S-level is within the legendary Demi-God Domain! Being a Demi-God of S-level, they are not something A-level masters can contend with!

"Are you looking for me?" Ling Feng's voice came from behind the Werewolf.

As the Werewolf turned around, he saw Ling Feng's big foot brutally pressing against his face!

With a loud bang! The Werewolf, over three meters tall, was sent flying like he was hit by a train, smashing through several layers of walls before finally coming to a slow stop.

The Werewolf felt his face burning hot, his nose crushed flat by Ling Feng's kick.

Roar! The Werewolf felt humiliated. Although the kick didn't do him much harm, the feeling of being stepped on the face was a deep insult to the pride of a bastard Werewolf!

"Die!" The Werewolf stood up, the footprint on his face clearly visible.

Ling Feng slapped his forehead, "I forgot, as a Werewolf, you are known for your 'Copper Head, Iron Bones, Tofu Waist'. No wonder my foot hurts from kicking you!"

"Having absorbed the Moonlight, I am not someone you can contend with!" As he spoke, the scars on the Werewolf's face gradually healed completely!

Indeed, under the moonlight, a Werewolf's battle power and Regenerative Power soar to new heights, and would be even stronger on the night of a full moon.

However, Ling Feng's face showed no change, as if the Werewolf's improvement was like an ant going from being slightly weaker to slightly stronger for him.

"Since you can take a beating, I can finally let loose—being restrained all this time really isn't a pleasant feeling!" Ling Feng shook his wrists, and a cracking sound echoed from his entire body.

The Werewolf's expression turned serious—even though he couldn't see any of Ling Feng's trump cards, his beastly instincts told him that the man before him was extremely dangerous!

"I refuse to believe it. With the empowerment of the blood moon, could it be that I still can't defeat this unknown nobody?" A fierce light flashed in the Werewolf's eyes as he howled.

With the Werewolf's howl, the expressions of the five B-level masters who had previously been entangling Brother Zhang darkened, and they deserted Brother Zhang to rush towards the Werewolf's location.

Brother Zhang's body went limp, and he collapsed. Although these five were a rank below him, under the moonlight's empowerment, they had expended far less than he had. As time went on, he actually couldn't withstand their attack!

Lucky for him they left now, otherwise, in just a short while, he really would have suffered a great loss!

Hearing the werewolf's cries, Ling Feng didn't attack but quietly waited.

A moment later, five other werewolf experts rushed over and surrounded the A-level werewolf, who extended its enormous claw and, with one swipe, smashed the heads of the five werewolves beside it.

The werewolf claw stirred inside their skulls, then pulled out five dark red beads and stuffed them into its mouth, chewing vigorously.

Chen Ming and Yun Hanrui couldn't help feeling nauseous at this scene, fortunately, Yun Hanrui hadn't eaten anything, otherwise, she would have definitely vomited on the spot.

"Wolf King's Protection of the Werewolf Clan?" Ling Feng shook his head, "Indeed a bunch of mongrels. The true Wolf King's Protection merely utilizes the energies of other werewolves without harming life, but now..."

"What do you know!" The werewolf swallowed the five beads, and its aura surged. It felt an endless strength appear within its body, even feeling like it could shatter a mountain with one punch!

"Also, why should I bother talking to a mongrel like you?" Ling Feng shook his head slightly. "Since you've touched my inverse scale, you should be prepared to endure the wrath of my fury! Now, it's time to collect the debt!"

No sooner had Ling Feng finished speaking than his figure vanished from the werewolf's sight.

"Such incredible speed!" The werewolf was startled, and before it could react, Ling Feng had already appeared in front of it.

With a booming punch, Ling Feng struck the werewolf's chest!

There was a snapping sound, and the werewolf's body staggered, actually retreating several steps.

"Stand up, I only used thirty percent of my strength. This little force won't kill you!" Ling Feng said coldly.

The werewolf leaped up, swiping both hands through the air, its claws tracing a net in the air that enveloped Ling Feng.

With its strength greatly increased, the werewolf's clawed hands could easily slice through steel! There was no way that Ling Feng, with his flesh and blood, could be a match for it!

As the werewolf fantastically imagined how to tear Ling Feng to pieces, pondering whether to steam or braise him, it felt its hands immobilized by a powerful force.

Ling Feng casually seized the werewolf's claws: "Daring to act so arrogantly in Huaxia with just this much strength? You truly are asking for death!"

As he spoke, Ling Feng slowly exerted more pressure, the werewolf's face turned beet red, trying to break free from Ling Feng's control, but no matter how much strength it used, it couldn't escape Ling Feng's grasp!

The werewolf became fearful, well aware of its own strength; even if it encountered a peak A-level expert, it would not be so easily suppressed—the only possibility was that this man's strength had reached the legendary S-level!

And an S-level powerhouse wearing the Blood-Handed Asura Mask... Could he really be the Blood-Handed Asura?

Recalling all the brutal legends associated with the Blood-Handed Asura, the werewolf shivered in fear, "Are... are you Lord Asura?"

Ling Feng said with a chuckle, "What? Begging for mercy now that you can't win? Too late! Just lie down obediently for me."

With that, Ling Feng's hand suddenly increased in strength, and the werewolf felt all energies rushing into its two werewolf claws until, with a snap and a crackle, both of its arms completely lost their ability to move.

Following that, Ling Feng kicked the werewolf in the chest, eliciting a scream of pain from the werewolf as its chest caved in and it collapsed to the ground unconscious.

"Tsk, I didn't even put much effort into it, how could you fall so easily?"