Zhou Ziwei gently waved his arm, a hint of shock creeping into his heart.
Having just taken two claw strikes from Tarustev, Zhou Ziwei's alloy armor wasn't torn, but the power of those claws was terrifying. Despite the alloy armor's ability to distribute the attack's force across his entire body, Zhou Ziwei still felt as if something had tightened around his entire body, a very uncomfortable sensation. Especially his arms, where the armor's pressure-distributing effect hadn't completely dispersed the force of the claw strikes; a small portion of the force still managed to penetrate the armor's protection, making Zhou Ziwei's arms feel as if they had been hit by something.
Such speed, such power! No wonder this werewolf ranks sixth among the world's top ten assassins... Although his attack effects are not as eerie as Blood Shadow's, nor as domineering as Giant's, his near-perfect attack speed makes up for all his shortcomings, making him a nightmare for any expert.
Seeing Tarustov start circling him rapidly again, Zhou Ziwei revealed a cold, ruthless smile.
Extreme attack speed? This move might be a terrifying nightmare for others, but for Zhou Ziwei... well, with his unparalleled agility, all speed is just a passing cloud.
Zhou Ziwei snorted inwardly, and in an instant, he used his soul consciousness to gather a small drop of liquid soul power from his sea of souls. He then stretched it slightly and slowly injected it into the nerve line that controlled his vision...
"Whoosh—" After Zhou Ziwei's eyes were filled with a strong liquid soul power, they suddenly turned a deep yellow color. Then, the black shadow that was circling Zhou Ziwei quickly suddenly changed from a fast-forwarded scene to a slow-motion scene, as if a scene on a screen had been suddenly switched from fast forward to slow motion.
The previously blurry figure not only became clear, but Zhou Ziwei also saw every tiny movement of Tarustov as he moved at high speed.
"Sss..." Although using this extreme method to improve his vision allowed him to clearly capture Tarustov's figure, it also put considerable pressure on Zhou Ziwei's eyes. In just a second or two, Zhou Ziwei felt his eyes sting and almost tear up.
If Tarrust had continued running at such high speed for just a few more seconds... Zhou Ziwei really had a hard time proving whether he could have kept it up.
Moreover, he vaguely sensed that using such a high concentration of liquefied soul power to fill the optic nerve would likely put considerable pressure on the eyes, and over time it would definitely cause serious damage.
It's worth noting that Zhou Ziwei occasionally uses liquid soul power to control his entire body, but that only involves filling every nerve cord with a single drop of soul power. Now, however, he's directly injecting the same drop of liquid soul power into the small portion of nerve cord that controls his vision. The difference between these two is naturally quite significant.
Damn it... what is this guy doing? Is he a wolf or a monkey? Why is he always circling around people?
Zhou Ziwei felt his tear ducts were being intensely stimulated, and tears were about to stream down his face. He could no longer maintain this state of vision, so he had no choice but to quickly split a sharp alloy knife from his alloy suit.
If this guy doesn't come up soon, then he'll have no choice but to take the initiative himself...
Volume 2, The Assassin's Nightmare, Chapter 420: Fireball vs. Air Bomb
Tarrust's speed was terrifying. Zhou Ziwei knew that if he simply released a few new-style cross-shaped darts, it would be completely ineffective. The speed of the new-style cross-shaped darts was already fast in the eyes of ordinary people, but it paled in comparison to Tarrust's extreme speed. After those new-style cross-shaped darts were released, they would only be left to eat dust following Tarrust's tail. They might not even be able to catch a single wolf hair from beginning to end. Therefore, Zhou Ziwei had no choice but to prepare to personally go forward and fight this big black wolf hand to hand.
"Whoosh—" To Zhou Ziwei's surprise, almost at the same moment he extended a sharp blade from the sleeve of his alloy suit, Tarustev pounced again. This time, the large black wolf no longer attacked with its claws, but... used all four legs at once. Its two front legs aimed at Zhou Ziwei's face, while its two hind legs bent at a rather strange angle as it leaped up, slashing at Zhou Ziwei's wrists a step ahead...
"Well done—" Zhou Ziwei shouted sharply, gripping the newly formed alloy blade in one hand, while the other hand suddenly exerted force on the oncoming black shadow, violently spewing out a thick stream of wind energy particles... This stream of wind energy particles, newly transformed from attribute-less energy, immediately condensed into a powerful yet small tornado under the control of his soul consciousness as soon as it left Zhou Ziwei's body, instantly engulfing Tarrust...
However, while the binding force of the tornado was also quite astonishing, Tarustev's fierce charge was accompanied by a terrifying aura of invincibility.
So when the tornado enveloped Tarrust's figure, Tarrust's rapidly flashing figure only paused slightly in mid-air, and then there was a "crack" sound, just like a fierce torpedo crashing into a fishing net. Although the fishing net was tough, it could not stop the torpedo's forward momentum.
The newly formed tornado didn't even last a hundredth of a second before it was shattered into pieces like a glass window by Tarrust's impact, and could no longer restrain Tarrust in any way.
Zhou Ziwei hadn't really expected the tornado to bind Tarustev, so while he was somewhat disappointed with the result, he wasn't surprised. Even though the tornado only delayed Tarustev by less than a hundredth of a second, that hundredth of a second was enough.
The sharp alloy blade was swiftly thrust out the instant the tornado formed, flashing a chilling light in the dim night, slashing directly towards its target...
"Crack—" Just as Tarustev finally broke free from the tornado's restraints, he was met with Zhou Ziwei's slash. Instantly, one of Tarustev's front claws fell down without any resistance. In front of the incomparably sharp alloy blade, Tarustev's claw, which could even crush rocks, was basically no different from a weak and fragile straw.
Tarustev lost a claw before he could even feel the pain. Despite his shock and anger, he remained calm and didn't panic. Just as his other claw was about to meet Zhou Ziwei's alloy knife, it suddenly swayed and slammed into the blade, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.
Using the force of the blow, Tarrustf flipped backward rapidly, retreating several meters in an instant.
Tarrust abruptly stopped circling Zhou Ziwei. Instead of continuing his aimless wandering, he stared at the alloy knife in Zhou Ziwei's hand with a puzzled expression. He asked, "Your knife is amazing, and... I couldn't even tell where you hid it earlier. Tsk tsk tsk... Good lad, you've got some skill... Oh... and what about that wind? It's unbelievable. Although that wind posed no threat to me, the fact that you could control a natural force is quite remarkable!"
Zhou Ziwei had no interest in answering Tarustoff's question. From the moment the two started fighting, Zhou Ziwei had already decided to leave this werewolf here permanently.
What use is knowing so much to someone who is about to die? However... Zhou Ziwei has no objection if it can mislead Tarustev to some extent.
"Whoosh—" Zhou Ziwei slashed at the empty air with his sword, then quickly retracted the alloy sword. Layers of sword shadows flashed by, and the dazzling long sword disappeared into thin air as well. This move immediately shocked Tarustev so much that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"So that's how it is. You were hiding the knife in your sleeve."
Tarrust was able to hone his speed to such a terrifying degree that his eyesight was naturally exceptional as well. Therefore, although Zhou Ziwei's movements were very fast, he still managed to catch a trace of them. However, Tarrust never dreamed that the knife had actually transformed from the silver-white suit Zhou Ziwei was wearing. He thought it was a flexible, retractable knife that Zhou Ziwei would retract into his sleeve when not in use...
Tarustoff clicked his tongue repeatedly and said, "It seems you've really grown stronger during these three years of disappearance... Hmm... What other strange and wonderful skills do you have? Let me see them."
"You really want to see it? Then I'll grant your wish!" Zhou Ziwei sneered, stretched out a palm in front of him, and while staring intently at Tarustov a dozen meters away, he quickly condensed a ball of heat half a foot above his palm.
"Huh... what is this?" Tarustev's wolf eyes widened in surprise as he stared at the ball of light floating in mid-air with great curiosity, his eyes filled with big question marks.
The ball of light grew brighter and hotter, until finally, when it reached its peak brightness and heat, with a "whoosh," it underwent a qualitative change, instantly transforming into a blazing, solid flame.
"This...how is this possible?" Tarustev exclaimed in surprise as he saw the fist-sized fireball hovering quietly half a foot above Zhou Ziwei's palm. His huge wolf mouth gaped open in astonishment, as if it would never close.
Seeing that the enemy was in a state of extreme shock, Zhou Ziwei was not about to miss such a good opportunity. He smiled slightly and said, "Do you know what this is?"
Tarrust instinctively shook his head, his eyes growing increasingly confused.
"Want to know what this is?" Zhou Ziwei continued to coax, while a wisp of soul power silently invaded Tarustev's brain.
Even before Zhou Ziwei had actually fought Tarrust, he had already tried to use hypnosis to send a wisp of soul power at Tarrust, but it had no effect whatsoever.
This guy's big head was like a completely sealed steel skull. The faint wisp of soul power that Zhou Ziwei released was immediately bounced back as soon as it touched Tarustov's head, and it could not get in.
This time, taking advantage of Tarrust's momentary lapse in concentration, Zhou Ziwei successfully managed to infiltrate Tarrust's mind with a small wisp of hidden soul power through hypnosis. However, before this small wisp of soul power could do anything, it was immediately overwhelmed by a fierce and malevolent aura that surged up unconsciously in Tarrust, resulting in a complete loss.
Zhou Ziwei was slightly taken aback, and finally had to admit that hypnosis was indeed quite effective for ordinary people, but for true experts, it was simply something that couldn't be used in public.
The wisp of soul power failed to control Tarustov; instead, it aroused the man's bloodthirsty nature. He suddenly roared and pounced again.
However, although the hypnosis failed, Zhou Ziwei did not take it to heart at all. He immediately shouted and, with a sudden thought, hurled the burning fireball at Tarustov.
"Whoosh—" Tarustev seemed to have lost his mind as he pounced forward, but in reality, his wolf eyes were fixed on the small fireball floating above Zhou Ziwei's palm with great apprehension. He didn't think Zhou Ziwei would have the leisure to perform magic tricks for him at a time like this, so this small fireball must be something quite terrifying. Moreover, Tarustev was extremely sensitive to energy, and he even had a keen sense of Zhou Ziwei's soul power, which he could detect in advance, let alone the extremely violent energy contained in that fireball.
Therefore, when Tarustev saw the small fireball hurtling towards him, he immediately twisted his body and quickly moved half a meter to the side, avoiding the fireball's attack.
However, the small fireball was controlled by Zhou Ziwei's soul consciousness, so it was not so easy to dodge. After Tarstov dodged the impact, Zhou Ziwei once again used his soul consciousness to guide the fireball to suddenly deflect in the opposite direction and crash into Tarstov's back.
Tarrust, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Before the fireball even reached him, he suddenly did a somersault, his body leaping high above the fireball, and then abruptly retreating more than ten meters away.
When Tarustev saw that the fireball was still relentlessly pursuing him, he finally realized how troublesome it was and understood that if he continued to dodge like this, he would eventually be exhausted to death.
Moreover, once Tarrust's werewolf bloodline was activated, his personality would become exceptionally fierce and irritable. Since he couldn't dodge after several attempts, Tarrust simply relied on the ferocity of his wolf blood, let out a fierce roar, and suddenly clasped his hands in front of his chest like bowls, gathering all his strength and pushing forward with great force.
With a muffled "bang," Tarustev used all his strength to condense a ball of air into an air bullet, and used this invisible air bullet to crash into the fireball that was about to fly in front of him.
Because the fireball was already very close, no matter how skillfully Zhou Ziwei controlled it, he had absolutely no chance of getting around the air blast.
As Tarrust launched the air blast, his body was propelled backward once again by the force of the push.
He knew very well that the fireball was no joke, and the air blast he had unleashed with almost all his might also contained immense energy. If these two things collided and exploded in front of him, it would be a terrifying disaster for them.
Tarustev didn't want to take any risks. Although he could also launch an air bullet that seemed to be no less powerful than a small fireball in this way, once the air bullet was launched, it was gone. He didn't have Zhou Ziwei's ability to remotely control the air bullet to make it fly around randomly.
Therefore, he could only do this when the small fireball was close by.
With a deafening roar, the fireball brimming with violent energy and the air blast that Tarustov had barely managed to condense with absolute power collided violently, immediately unleashing a powerful energy shockwave.
Although Tarustev had tried his best to retreat, he was still too close to the explosion point. Despite his lightning-fast speed, he still couldn't completely escape the space affected by the blast wave. Instantly, it felt as if a huge boulder had hit his chest, and his body flew backward even faster. However, this time, he was flying backward completely against his will.
In addition, many of the sparks that emanated from the energy shockwave also struck Tarustev, instantly scorching his glossy black fur, especially his wolf face, which was burned beyond recognition, almost turning him into a roasted wolf.
"Pfft—" Tarustev barely managed to land and stand, and immediately spat out a mouthful of thick blood.
Tarrust's expression immediately became much more dejected.
While you're still crazy, I'll take your life.
Zhou Ziwei was not a soft-hearted person. As soon as he saw that Tarrustev was finally seriously injured by the fireball, he immediately snorted coldly. Without moving, he flicked his finger, and a dazzling bolt of lightning shot out from Zhou Ziwei's fingertip, striking Tarrustev in the distance.
"Lightning" Tarrust exclaimed in disbelief once again, then turned and fled for his life without saying another word.
"Crack—Zzz—" Although Tarustev's speed had exceeded the limits of the human body, it was still impossible for him to be faster than lightning. Moreover, this lightning was under Zhou Ziwei's precise control. Therefore, Tarustev had only taken two steps when he immediately felt a tingling sensation on his back, and the hair on his entire back was completely charred.
Tarrust's physical strength far exceeded Zhou Ziwei's expectations. Having just been affected by the explosion of the air bomb and fireball, he was now directly struck by lightning. However, Tarrust was only knocked forward and rolled over. He raised his fists and punched his chest twice, then spat out a mouthful of blood before fleeing again.
Moreover, his escape speed didn't seem to slow down at all; in fact, it was even slightly faster than when he attacked Zhou Ziwei earlier.
Could it be... that the second mouthful of blood he just spat out wasn't from being struck by lightning? Judging from his appearance, it seemed like he was stimulating his potential by pounding his chest and spitting out blood.
A cold glint flashed in Zhou Ziwei's eyes. The ferocity of this werewolf was far beyond his imagination. Wolves are known for holding grudges. If he let such an enemy go today, who knows how much trouble he would get into in the future?
No matter what... we must kill him today.
Zhou Ziwei made up his mind. First, he suddenly unleashed another Soul Roar attack on Tarrustf's back. Then, he immediately opened his palm and shot out a surging stream of air, which then transformed into a wide vortex that lifted his body and propelled him rapidly through the air to chase after Tarrustf.
The Soul Roar attack did not pose any threat to Tarustov as expected. The guy's sensitivity to energy was so strong that Zhou Ziwei was a little jealous. As soon as Zhou Ziwei's Soul Roar was released, the empty guy suddenly leaned forward and pounced on the ground at top speed.
With a "plop," Tarustev suddenly dropped to the sand, narrowly dodging the attack of the Soul Howl. He then slid forward more than thirty meters in an instant, skimming along the ground. Then, he suddenly jumped up, his body rising slightly, and then, using all four legs, he sprinted forward with all his might.
Wow, this guy is really fast... He doesn't seem like a werewolf, he's more like a leopard. Uh... even if he were a leopard, he probably wouldn't be as fast as this guy!
Zhou Ziwei sighed inwardly, knowing that if he were to compete against Tarustov in a long-distance race on the ground using only his own strength, he would most likely be the one to lose.
After all, no matter how fast he runs, his two legs are still a little inferior to Tarrustev's four legs!
Moreover, even if Zhou Ziwei is currently using the power of wind to fly through the air, his speed is not necessarily faster than Tarustev's; at most, he can only ensure that he doesn't fall behind Tarustev.
Zhou Ziwei understood that the problem wasn't that the wind wasn't fast enough, but rather that he hadn't yet mastered this strange power sufficiently.
There must be even more variations of the power of the wind that can be explored!
Volume 2 The Assassin's Nightmare Chapter 421 The Werewolf's Demise
If Zhou Ziwei's force field space were still there, riding that thing would be much faster than it is now. Sigh... I must think about it again when I have time and see if I can create another one!
However, if the only purpose is to travel by air, using wind power is a more economical and environmentally friendly method.
After all, once the power of wind energy is depleted, he can easily replenish it by basking in the sun. While the speed of the force field space is fast enough, the speed at which that thing consumes soul power is also terrifyingly fast.
But replenishing soul power... on Earth... that's very difficult.
The two, one on the ground and the other in the air, had already covered more than ten kilometers in an instant. Tarustev kept an eye on the movements behind him as he ran, but strangely enough, even with his wolf ears which were many times better than those of an average person, he couldn't hear anyone chasing him. However, his werewolf instincts, which sensed danger, told him that the enemy was always behind him. If he relaxed even slightly, he might very well meet his end here today.
Could it be... that person could run without making a sound? But how is that possible...? This is a desert! Even someone who can virtually eliminate the sound of their footsteps on flat ground wouldn't be able to run without leaving a trace here... Could it be that he...?
Tarustev pondered for a while, then inadvertently saw a wisp of sand blowing in the wind ahead. He was suddenly startled, because he had actually heard Zhou Ziwei riding the cyclone to catch up, but it was just the sound of a wisp of wind blowing in the sky, which had not attracted his attention until now.
But now Tarustev finally noticed the strangeness of the wind. In the desert, the wind direction is constantly changing, so why was there always a wisp of wind relentlessly following him? And even though he was running against the wind, the wind behind him continued its relentless pursuit. Could it be… he… he really was…
Tarrust was reluctant to believe his deduction, but he couldn't help but turn his head to take a look while running at full speed. After that one glance, Tarrust immediately tripped and fell to the ground...
Tarstov could accept that Zhou Ziwei could create terrifying fireballs, and he could accept that Zhou Ziwei could release lightning out of thin air, but... now seeing Zhou Ziwei actually flying in the sky on a gust of wind... Tarstov almost completely collapsed this time.
This guy isn't human, he definitely isn't human, he's a devil...
Tarrust had just cursed as he lay on the ground when he suddenly felt a sense of danger rise in his heart. Instantly, the instinct for survival suppressed the inexplicable fear in his heart, and then, like a monkey with its tail on fire, he once again spread his four wolf legs and rushed forward as fast as a black lightning bolt.
"Boom—" A fireball slammed into the sand where Tarrustf had just been lying, instantly stirring up a cloud of yellow sand that obscured Tarrustf's figure.