Lana rolled her eyes at Nash, wondering when he learned to be so humorous. From what she remembered of him, Nash was mature, steady, and had a very mild temperament. She did not remember him as someone who liked to joke around. "My cultivation is restricted now, so I''m not your match at the moment," Nash said. From the true energy Lana disyed just now, it was evident that she had already broken through to the grandmaster level.
"So, you''re saying I can bully you now?" Lana''s eyes sparkled mischievously.
Nash frowned slightly in return. "Even though I don''t have my spiritual energy now, my physical strength far surpasses that of ordinary people, including my speed. You know, I was once the Smiling Grim Reaper," he announced with a cold glint in his eyes. Lana shuddered. She quickly lowered her head and went back to eating her fish. Nash was worried that Lana might actually try to hurt him, so he deliberately released some killing intent to scare her. Judging by her reaction, it seemed to have worked. After finishing her fish, Lana took a bottle of water from the grass behind her and drank a few sips. As she tilted her head back to drink, the outline of her chest became faintly visible to Nash.
Nash averted his gaze and said in a low voice, "Put on your undergarments."
Lana blushed again. Covering her chest, she went outside to retrieve her bra.
Nash took a few more bites of fish, then bent over to grab Lana''s bottle, taking a couple of sips himself.
Suddenly, there was a scream outside.
Instinct came over Nash. Throwing away the water bottle, he ran out and saw Lana half-naked with her hands covering her chest. She was staring in fear at a white wolf that was ring at her.
The white wolf''s eyes gleamed green as it bared its teeth ferociously. Nash picked up a stone from the ground and swiftly charged forward.
The white wolf was fearless and lunged toward Nash as well. Nash swiftly dodged its attack and brought the stone in his hand onto the wolf''s head.
With a crack, the stone in his hand shattered. If i were any other wild animal, even a brown bear, that blow would have shattered its skull. However, this white wolf remained unharmed, and it was the stone in Nash''s hand that broke instead.
There was only one possibility for this, and it was that this wolf was a spiritual beast.
Nash''s eyes narrowed, and he stepped forward again. The white wolf leaped high into the air, its
sharp fangs emitting a cold light et
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The white wolf shook violently, and a surge of spiritual power sent Nash flying. Hended on the ground with a loud thud and staggered back several steps before regaining his bnce.
This white wolf''sbat prowess rivaled that of a grandmaster. Without his spiritual power, it was a challenge for Nash to deal with it.
The white wolf lunged again. Almost as fast as lightning, it effortlessly tore through Nash''s clothes, even ripping off chunks of flesh.
Nash grabbed the white wolf''s paw and kicked it in the abdomen. It fell to the ground, saliva dripping from its mouth. When the wolf smelled blood, its green-glowing eyes filled with even more bloodlust.
Letting out a howl, the white wolf
leaped again before knocking Nash to the ground as if he were a flea. It bit Nash''s neck fiercely with its
gaping jaws. Nash, seizing this
moment, grabbed the wolf''s mouth with both hands. Then, he pulled it apart with all his might.
The wolf''s mouth tore open as it scratched Nash''s chest with its front paws, with every scratch resulting in a stream of fresh blood.
Nash clenched his teeth, his veins bulging on his forehead.
"You...!" he spat out.
Then, with one determined effort, he tore open the white wolf''s headpletely. Warm blood dripped on his face as he kicked the wolf away and panted heavily. "Mr. Calcraft..." Having put on her bra, Lana approached Nash.
Eyes narrowed, Nash said, "Find more firewood to make the fire burn brighter."