Wangyang’s shoulder was torn open by the Mothman’s sharp claws, leaving a massive wound.
At the same time, his chest also took another hit from the Mothman, and he was once again sent flying.
Even while flying through the air, he collided with a Chupacabra.
Struck hard by Wangyang and pinned beneath him, the Chupacabra let out a painful roar.
Raising his hand, Wangyang slammed his palm onto the Chupacabra’s head beneath him, crushing it into pieces, and the roaring ceased abruptly.
"Wangyang!" Catherine, watching from behind and seeing Wangyang covered in blood, couldn’t help but clench her fists.
At the same time, Catherine’s gaze scanned her surroundings; she searched for something that could help Wangyang.
Li Chen had already been moved by her to a place far away from the two fighters.
She was not skilled in combat, so she was not able to offer direct aid to Wangyang, but she was adept in tactics.
"We can’t just wait here , or else Wangyang will surely die at the hands of this monster," Catherine’s eyes flashed with determination.
Suddenly, Catherine spotted a pistol lying on the ground not far away, and her eyes sparkled.
Wangyang spat out another mouthful of blood and had to admit that the difference in strength that Li Chen talked about did indeed exist.
The Mothman was clearly of Entry-Level Grade strength, and facing him, who had yet to reach that grade, was utterly overwhelming.
Wangyang was aware that if not for his superior combat skills, he likely would have already died at the hands of this monster.
In both speed and power, this creature was completely crushing him.
"Is this really the end?" Wangyang couldn’t help thinking, but soon shook his head, "No, I can’t end !"
"It doesn’t matter if I die, but there are so many brothers, the boss, and Catherine! I can’t fall here!!" Wangyang’s gaze became focused once again.
The flames in Wangyang’s eyes ignited.
Always cold and reserved, he suddenly exuded an intense heat, his longsword clashed fiercely with the Mothman’s claws, completely disregarding the numbness in his hands, and with a flick of the sword tip, he abandoned defense and stabbed towards the Mothman’s head.
"Clang clang clang..."
The frantic clashing sounds echoed again, with Wangyang’s every sword strike targeting the Mothman’s neck and head; he had completely forsaken defense in a reckless gamble with his life.
And the Mothman, who apparently did not wish to die, suddenly found itself at a disadvantage in the battle against Wangyang.
Frustration surged in the Mothman’s heart, this guy was simply a madman!
Just as the Mothman was retreating, a muffled sound suddenly came.
The Mothman’s footing faltered, and its body leaned backward.
"Opportunity!" Wangyang’s eyes flashed, and his blade swept across.
The longsword instantly left a long, narrow, massive wound on the Mothman’s chest.
"Aaah!!" The Mothman screamed in agony, its gaze instantly turning towards Catherine, who was not far away—it was this woman who had fired a shot at its foot.
The Mothman had no time to ponder, as Ning Wangyang’s longsword struck again.
"Bang!" Another gunshot echoed through the area.
This time, had it not darted away quickly, its head might have been blown to pieces.
Despite its incredibly tough body, it still dared not let itself be hit by this thing, for it had already experienced the might of this weapon.
However, the cost of dodging the bullet was to once again sustain a strike from Ning Wangyang’s sword on its arm.
The longsword made a direct hit on its arm, even producing a grating noise as it scraped against bone.
With a kick, the Mothman sent Ning Wangyang flying, its face showing intense irritation as it immediately charged toward Catherine.
Because of its previous injury, it realized that killing this woman might be more important than taking down the swordsman.
"Catherine!" Ning Wangyang couldn’t help but roar desperately as he watched the Mothman rush toward her.
Without a second thought, he immediately charged toward Catherine.
"No! Catherine can’t die! She mustn’t die!" In that moment, Ning Wangyang’s mind became blank to everything else; all he knew was that no matter what, he could not allow Catherine to die there!
At that moment, the Mothman was already bearing down on Catherine.
"Get lost!" The normally indifferent Ning Wangyang now looked like a deranged demon, and inexplicably, his speed had suddenly increased to a level far surpassing his previous capability.
Before the Mothman’s claws could touch Catherine, Ning Wangyang’s longsword swung viciously at the creature.
The blast of air instantly exploded outward from the center where he and the Mothman stood.
Catherine was likewise blown away by the force of the blast.
When the blast dissipated, Catherine was astonished to see that Ning Wangyang hadn’t been sent flying this time; he stood firmly in place.
Holding the longsword in the reverse grip, a terrifying aura emanated from Ning Wangyang, far stronger and more formidable than before.
"Your opponent... is me!" Ning Wangyang lifted his sword, pointing it directly at the Mothman, which stood not far away, his expression impassive once again, but the flames in his eyes were burning fiercely.
"Catherine, get as far away as you can. After I’ve killed this creature, I’ll take everyone back!" Ning Wangyang said, without turning back.
"Okay!" Catherine nodded, saying nothing further and promptly turned to leave.
In Ning Wangyang’s tone, she heard... confidence!
"Alright!" Ning Wangyang faced the Mothman: "Your time to die has come!"
The Mothman’s pupils shrank suddenly, as it realized the swordsman’s speed was incomprehensibly faster than before.
Before it could react, the tip of the sword had already pierced through its chest.
Had it not reacted quickly, its vital area would have been impaled by Ning Wangyang’s sword. Even though the deadly strike was avoided, the chilling sensation it felt was clearly quite unbearable, and the Mothman let out a painful roar, swiftly turning to claw at Ning Wangyang’s head.
"Not hitting the vital part means I can’t kill you?" Ning Wangyang’s face showed a trace of madness.
True Qi surged down the blade in an instant. With a slight tilt of his body, he allowed the claw to rake his shoulder while his longsword, infused with True Qi, violently erupted inside the Mothman’s body.
Ning Wangyang collapsed to the ground, no longer able to support his own body.
The Mothman also fell, half its body completely cleaved open by Ning Wangyang’s sword, including its heart.