Chapter 192: Battle with Angel

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

[Margaret’s Perspective]

“Come show me what you can do,” Angel growled in front of me.

I looked at her warily. Her steps were steady. She looked flawless.

While I was still hesitating about how to attack, Angel kicked with her left leg and charged at me. She was like a fully drawn arrow, so fast that she left an afterimage in the air. I didn’t have much time to react and could only dodge to the side.

But Angel was extremely agile. I didn’t even see how she moved before I realized that she had changed direction. Her wolf claws were waving in front of me, looking like they were about to hit my chest.

Only then did I get a good look at Angel’s wolf claws. Although her fur was white, the pads on her palms were black. At this moment, her claws protruded sharply from them. They were two inches long, like five sharp blades.

If I let them slash my body, I had no doubt that they would leave five bloody marks.

I knew I couldn’t run away anymore. Betty growled in her throat and swung her claws to meet Angel’s frontal attack.

For a moment, there was a sound as harsh as metal. I felt a strong force coming from my claws. Betty’s front claws were quickly forced close to my chest from midair by Angel, and she was pushing them towards me step by step.

A savage light flashed in Angel’s eyes. Her gaze was filled with hatred for me.

Betty reached out with her left claw and slapped the wolf claw that was approaching me. This direction clearly affected Angel’s strength. Her approaching claw stopped moving forward and formed a counterweight with Betty’s left front claw.

Angel’s eyes flashed and she snorted, surprised that I had managed to avoid the blow.

She retracted her front claws at lightning speed. With Betty’s strength, she could barely stop her from moving forward. However, it was impossible to stop her.

I could only retract my movement with her, but Angel had no intention of stopping. This time, she jumped high, but her target was my neck.

Oh no!

The neck and heart were the most vulnerable parts of a werewolf at all times.

I concentrated on observing Angel’s movements in midair. In terms of physical fitness and combat skills, I was inferior to Angel, but I had sharp observation skills. Under my intense concentration, I could feel that Angel’s movements in midair had slowed down.

Attacking from the air was undoubtedly a powerful attack method, and it required the attacker to have extremely high leaping and explosive power.

But from another perspective, it was also a huge flaw.

This was because once she was in midair, she would lose the space to borrow strength from other things while having gravity as her strength.

After all, werewolves didn’t have wings. When we were in midair, it would be difficult to change the target and direction of our attacks. We wouldn’t be as agile compared to the people on the ground.

I half-squatted backward, my eyes fixed in midair. The moment Angel was about to pounce was the moment her body was about to make a turn and she would temporarily lose her balance. That was my chance.

I aimed at an empty spot and bounced up after gathering my strength. I attacked Angel’s waist, which was falling. Angel’s pupils constricted. She actually forcefully changed her posture in the air, causing my charged attack to only land on her tensed hind legs.

The blow hit. Before I could rejoice, Angel reacted again. After being hit by my blow, Angel did not fly to the other side as I had expected. Instead, she changed her posture and borrowed strength from me to gain more room to maneuver in the air.

I only saw her whip her tail and Betty’s front claws deviate from their original direction. Then Angel turned her head and opened her mouth to bite Betty’s front claws. I wanted to break free and inevitably had to use force. Instead, Angel followed my strength and rolled to the ground with me.

We rolled into a ball on the ground. Angel kept biting Betty’s front paws. In a few short moments, Angel turned her disadvantage into an advantage and put me in a passive position.

After hitting a few trees, I freed Betty’s front claws from Angel’s mouth. I looked down and saw that a few tufts of wolf fur had been bitten off. The flesh below was bleeding faintly, and I felt a tingling pain.

On the other hand, Angel had been using my body as a shock absorber since I fell. When I was rolling in the forest just now, she had wanted me to hit a big tree on the side several times.

At this moment, she stood coldly at the side. Other than some mud on her fur, she did not look injured.

I took a few deep breaths on the spot. The short battle had exhausted a lot of my strength.

Most importantly, fighting Angel consumed a lot of mental strength.