Chapter 117: Chapter 116: The Hunter’s Thirst for Blood (16)_1
 

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

This was the first time Henrik had made a sound since he appeared.

Although the wound on his back was horrific, he still hadn’t fallen.

Clink!

The longsword in his hand was thrown to the ground, and Henrik collapsed into a pool of blood.

Those were the remnants of the Chen Clan Youngsters he had slaughtered upon his arrival.

Positioning his limbs like an animal, he actually began to devour the limbs on the ground.

The crunching sound of chewing rose.

This shocking scene nearly scared Chen Mingfei out of his wits.

As large chunks of flesh were consumed, Henrik’s body began to tremble, and needle-like hair started to grow all over his face and limbs.

Not only that, but white bones protruded from the wound on his back, quickly forming two ghastly bone plates.

Damn, even the spot of the Visceral Critical Strike is gone!

Has he completely turned into a beast?

Fu Qian frowned at the sight.

Let’s set aside the transformation for a moment, but aren’t you a bit too obsessed?

In his field of vision, the transformed Henrik had raised his head once again.

His face smeared with blood, he was still fixated on him.

Weren’t you only interested in the mental type? Logically, any of these people here should be more delicious than me, right?

Why are you so fixated on me!

Not to mention far away, there’s a tender and chewy Wen Li right beside you!

Despite his complaints, seeing the crazed look in Henrik’s eyes, Fu Qian wasn’t afraid.

Though after transforming, Henrik exuded an aura that faintly resembled that of a demigod.

However, trading intelligence for power had some obvious flaws.

The actions of animals are always easier to predict than those of humans.

Like now, for example.

The next moment, the four-legged Henrik became a blur of blood-red light, charging headfirst towards him.

It’s that predictable boar charge!

When Henrik had been preparing the move, Fu Qian had already been reminded of the Crocodile Monster he had torn apart with his own hands.

It turned out his guess was correct.

But the strength of a Demigod Level is truly extraordinary.

Even having anticipated the move, the terrifying speed almost left him unable to react in time.

As Fu Qian dodged, Henrik’s pointed teeth almost clamped down on his throat.

Narrowly avoiding the strike, Fu Qian quickly put some distance between them.

In theory, against such an opponent, he could simply replicate the strategy used to kill the Crocodile Monster by transforming his hand into a spear and engaging directly.

At worst, he’d sustain some injuries, but Fu Qian was confident he could exhaust Henrik to death.

But on one hand, Fu Qian didn’t want to reveal his ability to transform, and on the other, he didn’t want to appear overly spectacular.

Actually killing a Demigod Level creature by oneself would surely raise suspicions.

Most importantly, even after confronting the prime subject, there was still no sign of any Thorn Blood.

Just earlier, he had personally unleashed a Visceral Critical Strike, and Henrik’s blood could be seen splattered everywhere, yet there didn’t seem to be anything special about it.

All this gave Fu Qian a premonition that even if he killed Henrik here, he might not find any Thorn Blood.

So, better not to reveal anything!

Fu Qian quickly made up his mind, and right then, Henrik’s second charge arrived.

This time the speed seemed a tad slower?

Fu Qian easily dodged and glanced to the side.

Wen Li, who had risen to her feet, was standing to one side with pursed lips, her eyes fixed on Henrik.

An emotional amplifier?

Fu Qian’s thoughts stirred; the girl still had some courage, far better than the one who did nothing but scream.

Even so, causing any interference to someone like Henrik would normally be close to impossible.

But Henrik was already in a berserk state, his emotions extremely intense, so in the end there was a slight effect.

Amplified by emotional augmentation, the once again thwarted Henrik let out a painful roar, repeatedly slamming his head against the ground numerous times.

However, what was exasperating was that after the head slamming, an even more frenzied Henrik lifted his head, still staring intently over here.

It proved that Wen Li’s attack had not managed to pull aggro.

Was his own taunt level really that high?

Fu Qian lamented once again.

But it didn’t matter, he had seen all sorts of situations before.

Fu Qian snorted, and the next moment a crimson whip appeared, striking Henrik.

Tyrant’s Fist, each lash could cause the target to lose their mind.

In fact, he wasn’t very sure if it would work, especially against a target that had already lost their mind.

But he was also a bit curious about what level Tyrant’s Fist could reach when combined with Wen Li’s emotional amplification.

Continuously dodging attacks, Fu Qian’s whip kept lashing out at Henrik.

And as he was repeatedly struck, Henrik became even more crazed, his body beginning to sprout sharp bone spikes, his appearance becoming even more hideous.

However, Fu Qian had slowly caught up with his pace, making all attacks futile.

It was only a matter of time before he went down.

“Ah!”

Once again dodging Henrik’s headlong rush, Fu Qian heard a scream from behind.

Turning his head to look, he saw Chen Mingfei clutching his leg and screaming.

The guy had just gotten up and moved to the side to hide, but unfortunately had bad luck, getting hit by the bricks and stones flung by Henrik’s charge, and was instantly wounded.

Perhaps the screams piqued his interest, but Henrik’s completely blood-red eyes finally moved off Fu Qian and fixed on Chen Mingfei.

The latter was utterly horrified, subconsciously wanting to flee.

But being directly targeted by a demigod, his reaction was just like Wen Li’s, completely stiff and unable to move.

Just as Chen Mingfei fell into a dire situation, the next moment an invisible force appeared.

This force moved him sideways by several meters, allowing him to dodge Henrik’s lethal charge.

“I heard some noise over here.”

Deng Feizhou appeared at the side, his expression grave as he surveyed the surroundings and gave Fu Qian a deep look.

“Didn’t expect him to come over here.”

“Leave it to me,” Deng Feizhou said as he gestured with his hand, pushing Chen Mingfei back another two steps.

Bang bang!

Simultaneously, a dull explosion sounded, and two red whirlwinds appeared beneath Henrik’s feet.

The bodies of two Chen Clan Youngsters exploded almost at the same time.

The splattered flesh and blood hit Henrik with such force that it nearly tipped him over.

The power was considerable!

Fu Qian nodded, showing no sign of stepping forward to finish the job, instead taking on the role of a spectator.

Taken by surprise, Henrik roared again, flipping to his feet and locking his gaze on Deng Feizhou.

The next moment, he bent his body, bent his knees and leaped high.

Was that jump a bit too high?

Fu Qian watched Henrik in the air.

He leaped over the remnants, over the treetops, over Deng Feizhou, and finally landed directly on the rooftop behind.

Hmm?

Such a grand display, and he’s running away?

“Hmph, where do you think you’re going?” Deng Feizhou huffed, stretching his hand and grasping at the void.

Henrik on the rooftop stiffened, as if held by an invisible hand.

However, after only half a second, Henrik bellowed to the sky, a terrifying force erupting from him.

Deng Feizhou grunted, his hand loosening.

The constraints on Henrik shattered, and he quickly vanished from sight.