Resisting temptation makes you stronger? I'm going to build a base and cultivate martial arts.

White Wolf realized something was wrong as soon as they made contact.

The opponent was too fast!

Even faster than that blonde girl back then!

Fortunately, after the giant bear incident, Cen Feiyu had been thinking about how to remedy the situation after being attacked from behind.

Faced with the sudden appearance of vampires.

His eyes were fixed on the target, and he clapped his hands together sharply.

A silent ripple emerged in the air.

Then the fluctuations disappeared.

The next moment, the vampires, still charging forward, were like those caught in a raging storm in the mountains.

He began to stagger.

The speed also slowed down uncontrollably.

At the same time, Cen Feiyu's throat was heaving, and finally he couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Watching him hurriedly take out tissues to wipe himself, White Wolf silently turned his head and looked at the white-haired old man.

That dangerous vampire is currently weakened and has slowed down.

If the old man were to strike again like he did before, the head would be his.

Unexpectedly, the old man simply held the sword in a pose, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly, but he had no intention of actually making a move.

He then held up one finger: "Everyone, attack together!"

White Wolf sighed.

He glanced at the swaying Cen Feiyu.

I chose to stand quietly to the side and protect them, while watching the new recruits charge forward.

I originally thought it would be a brutal beating, like cutting melons and vegetables.

Unexpectedly, even though this vampire's movements were distorted and he was on the verge of collapse, he was still terrifyingly strong!

His hands were like sharp claws; with a single swipe, an arm or leg would be severed.

In no time, several cultivators lay on the ground screaming in agony.

Amidst the wailing, others also began to panic.

Although they dared not flee under orders, they also dared not actually attack, and could only stand trembling four or five meters away.

For a moment, no one knew who was surrounding whom.

The vampire youth still did not attempt to break through.

His eyes searched the crowd and soon spotted the white wolf.

Then, he suddenly gave a wicked smile and tremblingly put his blood-stained fingers into his mouth.

By the time the finger was pulled out, the nail had turned white again.

The next moment, the vampire's various wounds began to heal rapidly, and his eyes became increasingly clear.

The white wolf squinted its eyes.

We cannot afford to engage in a war of attrition.

If we keep fighting, they'll be back to perfect form!

White Wolf grabbed his goose-feathered saber and charged towards the vampires, shouting, "I'll go first! You guys ambush me from the sidelines!"

But the vampire youth didn't foolishly rush forward.

He sneered as he moved through the crowd, swiftly bringing more bloodshed.

The fear also spread rapidly.

The new recruits still remembered that the enemy was after the White Wolf.

From a certain perspective, we're all strangers, so why should we risk our lives?

Once this thought crossed their minds, morale completely collapsed, and the crowd began to flee regardless of orders.

The white wolf was swept away and staggered, unable to get close to the vampire youth at all.

Seeing this, he couldn't afford to worry about anything else.

"Hey! You dead bat!"

The white wolf left the crowd and stood in the open space, roaring loudly.

Seeing the vampire youth looking over, he casually raised the knife in his hand to his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

"Swoosh...slippery!"

In front of the vampire, he licked the blade from back to tip, collecting all the remaining blood from the giant bear.

You have consumed the blood of an alien creature—a bear-man.

Based on the quality and quantity of fresh blood

[Your Strength and Constitution have increased by 3 points. The effect lasts for ten minutes.]

A tremendous force surged within his body.

According to the numbers, the White Wolf's strength and physique have increased more than three times compared to before.

But in terms of actual fighting strength, White Wolf felt that he could now crush ten of his former selves!

Of course, the most important thing is the symbolic meaning of this action.

As if realizing something, the vampire's eyes instantly turned completely red.

Then, he charged straight at the white wolf.

The white wolf was not afraid at all and slashed back with its sword.

"Snap!"

The goose-feather blade only held out for a moment before being torn to pieces by the sharp claws.

At the same time, White Wolf's left fist slammed into the vampire's stomach.

The vampire's entire face scrunched up.

I don't know if it was because of the pain or because of extreme anger.

But he did not retreat; instead, he opened his claws and swung them at the white wolf again.

This time, the White Wolf had no knife.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and raise his left hand to meet the attack.

Unlike others, White Wolf's 15 points in constitution make his claws feel like a utility knife hitting raw pigskin.

Although it still managed to cut in, the force was exhausted, and it could only get stuck in the middle of the bone.

The intense pain drove the white wolf mad as well.

He disregarded everything and directly initiated the strategy of "taking from the insufficient to make up for the excessive".

Agile deduction.

Add power.

In an instant, his strength reached 16 points.

It is more than 11 times that of a normal person.

"Bang!"

Just one punch.

Blood began to spurt from the vampire's mouth and nose.

He tried to escape, but his left hand was stuck between the bones of the white wolf.

The second punch.

The vampire's eyes began to glaze over.

With the third punch, the vampire youth collapsed to the ground.

In a blur, the white wolf heard the white-haired old man shout, "Stop! Take him alive!"

But the white wolf didn't stop.

He is very clear.

Given the speed of this vampire, once he escapes, he won't have a second chance.

Only dead vampires are good vampires!

The final punch!

On the cement ground, red and white flowers of flesh and blood bloom.

Before he could even admire his masterpiece, the white wolf felt a tremendous force coming from in front of him.

The next moment, he was grabbed by the collar and lifted up.

"I told you to stop, are you deaf?"

The white-haired old man turned his head and looked again at the shattered skull on the ground, a corpse beyond saving, and couldn't help but spit out saliva.

The white wolf hadn't spoken yet.

Cen Feiyu's pistol was already pressed against the old man's forehead: "Put it down."

"He disobeyed orders, so I killed him. The administration had nothing to say!" the old man roared.

"He's an unofficial staff member; he didn't receive any assignments, so he doesn't need to listen to you," Cen Feiyu said, staring at the old man. "I was the one who received the assignments; I authorized him to come along."

"Then I order you to put down your pistol!" The white-haired old man discovered the loophole.

"Okay." Cen Feiyu took the pistol down, but did not put it in his pocket.

He took out a plastic bag and threw the gun directly into it.

The white-haired old man took a deep breath and loosened the white wolf's collar.

After his anger was interrupted, he had to calm down.

In any case, killing non-human beings is a cultivator's duty, and the White Wolf was not wrong in this regard.

The other party exploited loopholes in the authorization of positions and tasks, leaving me without the confidence to take military law measures against them.

Most importantly, this vampire is already dead.

It's useless!

Doing anything now only leads to taking out one's anger on others, and it doesn't bring any benefit at all.

The thought of a perfectly healthy big fish turning into a dead one, and the fact that these two people disobeyed orders in public, making him lose face, was truly disheartening.

The white-haired old man took several deep breaths, but still couldn't swallow his anger.

He pointed outwards: "We don't need you here, get out!"

"good!"

Cen Feiyu did not offer any explanation.

Fang Chi had given prior notice before bringing the white wolf along, and since no one would complain about having too many people, the arrangement was made.

Now that they're not being accommodating, there's nothing we can do.

Seeing that Cen Feiyu spoke so decisively, the white-haired old man said angrily, "I will write down today's events in detail in the report."

"Same!" Cen Feiyu didn't even turn her head.

To prevent further attacks, the two moved along the outer edge of the assigned mission line.

If anyone else rushes over, they can promptly seek help from other garrisoned monks.

As Bai Lang and Cen Feiyu walked by as if no one else was around, the new recruits stood by and watched them silently.

The recruits' eyes held fear and resentment.

But more than anything, there was envy and sighing.

We're all martial arts practitioners, and who hasn't dreamed of being like White Wolf just now, enduring pressure to beat the enemy to death and turning the tide of battle?

Especially after hearing that the other party had only joined the management bureau a few days ago, and was even a student before.

How did you develop such strength?

The white-haired old man, who had been staring at the two, became increasingly dissatisfied when he saw the expressions of the new recruits after turning his attention away.

He knows what everyone is thinking.

If the white wolf is one of his own and obeys his orders, he would naturally be happy to see this situation.

But the other side is clearly on a different path from us. Do you new recruits still dare to look around?

He gripped the hilt of his sword and swung it, scabbard and all, at the person furthest to the side: "What are you looking at? Is this the direction you're supposed to be stationed in?"

……

Hearing the old man's cursing behind him, White Wolf looked at Cen Feiyu and asked curiously, "Why does he want to protect that vampire? Did you understand his thoughts?"

"He's at the third tier. His spiritual power is too high; my special ability can't read it," Cen Feiyu said. "As for why, it's probably because of you?"

"Huh?" White Wolf was a little confused.

But soon, he realized: "Drinking blood makes me stronger? He wants that too?"

"Who do you think wouldn't want this?" Cen Feiyu glanced at Bai Lang.

White Wolf gasped, "It was all by chance... and because of this, so many people sacrificed themselves?"

With current technology, severed limbs can be reattached.

But very few can be restored to their original state.

Not to mention that several others had bled to death and were beyond saving.

"Anyway, it wasn't him who sacrificed himself." Cen Feiyu sighed. "Don't worry! I'll include it in the report."

"Alas, pathetic bureaucrats," White Wolf sighed.

Suddenly, he remembered: "Right, who reminded me just now?"

"That girl, right?" Cen Feiyu turned around and pointed behind her.

The white wolf turns its head.

A girl wearing glasses, with long flowing hair, and a light blue cotton dress was running towards them.

However, she had a bit of a burden on her chest, so even though the two of them were walking slowly, she almost couldn't keep up.

"It really is you, White Wolf! What are you doing here? Everyone in the class is saying you've gone missing..."

The girls hadn't even arrived yet when they started shouting.

His voice was full of surprise.