CHAPTER 382: THRASHING THE WOLVES

Third Person’s POV

As for what he had learned till now was from his Master Nyx, it was all about freestyle use of magic.

She was a dragoness, and her strong, almost indestructible body was her strong point. And his ice style body strengthening technique made him perfectly suited for her tutelage.

But it didn’t mean that he had to forsake the advantage and skills of a pure mage.

Thinking all this, determination flashed in his gaze, and the desire to grow even stronger and effectively become an all-rounder coursed through his body.

When the haze cleared, Alrin was gone and only a faint silhouette, thin and fleeting, vanished into the distance like a shadow consumed by the forest.

His two teammates were already sprinting after him in a frenzy with panic clear in their steps, but Ethan didn’t chase after them as it was simply inconsequential, and he had no real enmity with the trio.

Ethan’s expression didn’t change.

The fight left no triumph in his eyes, only a calmness that bordered on chilling.

Slowly, he turned his head toward the remaining four werewolves, who were desperately fleeing with Velcy’s unconscious form slung across one of their shoulders like a sack of grain.

As he focused his gaze on them, he could see that their relief was palpable.

He could see it in their hurried breaths and the way their shoulders slackened slightly, as if believing distance alone could protect them.

A cold grin curved Ethan’s lips, but they had indeed run a bit far and were not stopping, so he knew that special times called for special measures.

Dark smoke, darker than shadows, began to coil around his legs and started writhing like living tendrils.

In the next second, his legs dissolved entirely into smoke, and his body blurred, and he vanished.

The werewolves, who were nearing the end of the clearing and facing the dense forest, broke into grins of their own as a few metres more and they would be perfectly camouflaged in this magical forest.

One of the burly men sneered, and his eyes gleamed with a smug satisfaction as he glanced at Velcy dangling limply.

"That guy will get what’s coming to him from Master soon enough.

And now that we have secured this ugly girl just like he ordered, I doubt he will punish us too harshly for leaving his precious sister behind unconscious."

The only woman among them, the gray-haired busty wolf girl, had her chest heaving from the sprint, but on hearing him, she snapped her head toward him.

Her expression was grim, with her platinum gray eyes sharp enough to cut.

"I will repeat what you just said to Master. Word for word. Let’s see how you smile after that."

The man’s grin faltered instantly, and his face twisted into a grimace as he realized that she had gotten angry due to his trivializing her mistress’s plight.

His teeth ground together, and fury flashed in his eyes. He was not a retainer of the young miss, so he had no reason to be too subservient towards her, but this girl totally ignored that and dared to talk to him like this.

At this point, he couldn’t help but let his deep down and always buried vicious thoughts towards her surface,

’This bitch...! Just you wait. One day, I will have my way with those tits of yours, you slut.’

The vile thought coiled in his mind like a snake, and painted his face with a twisted, fleeting smirk that he attempted to hide quickly, but before he could bury it, a voice colder than the grave crawled up his spine.

"No need to wait that long. I will wipe his smile away... right now."

A low and icy voice came from behind them with a certain promise in it.

Every hair on their bodies stood on end, and their blood seemed to freeze.

They whirled around in panic and formed a defensive stance, but it was already too late for the burly man.

Something lashed from the darkness in a swift and merciless motion.

A leg wreathed in shadow swung like a whip and smashed into the back of his knees.

In the next instant, a sharp and sickening sound of bones snapping echoed in their ears.

The man screamed like a pig being slaughtered as he crumpled, and his body collapsed forward into the twisted rattans and long bushes.

His cry was cut short by Ethan’s presence suddenly manifesting above him, looming like death itself.

The smoke around his legs coiled outward and licked at the ground like hungry shadows eager to consume the rest.

The other three froze, and their hearts pounded from extreme panic and an impending doom that they were feeling for the first time in their lives.

Fear gripped their hearts tighter than any chains.

They could see it now, his red eyes glimmering faintly in the gloom, and the eerie calmness on his face that made him appear less like a man and more like an executioner risen from the abyss.

"Who’s next?" Ethan’s voice was soft and almost gentle, yet to them, it was the whisper of inevitability.

As he asked this, he didn’t wait for an answer and vanished from his position like a spectre.

In the next second, Ethan’s fist connected with the cheekbones of the man carrying Velcy with a savage uppercut.

A wet crack split the air as bone shattered beneath his knuckles.

The force of the blow was so immense that the man’s teeth flew out in a bloody spray and scattered like broken pearls across the forest floor.

His vision went white with pain, and a shrill ringing exploded inside his skull as though bells were clanging endlessly inside his head.

Ethan didn’t give him the chance to even stumble.

In a seamless follow-through, he seized Velcy’s limp body from the man’s shoulder and pulled her securely into his arms before his boot came crashing down with merciless precision.