The scene bore few signs of a fierce struggle, indicating that NightRoar and Miss Elf had been subdued in an instant. Since there was no discernible scent of their blood, they presumably remained alive... Glen, who swiftly regained his composure, analyzed the situation with great rapidity.

Without further hesitation, he hastened towards his home in the very next moment.

As he neared his dwelling, Glen could already detect the number of the intruders and espied NightRoar, trussed up like a mummy, cast outside the house.

Only three of them?… He was somewhat taken aback.

The fact that these three individuals alone had managed to subdue NightRoar and Gotaya was ample evidence of the formidable strength of the arrivals.

At precisely the same time he was approaching, inside the house.

The three men were rummaging through Glen's possessions, behaving as if they were pillaging the place.

But in the subsequent instant, all three of them ceased their actions and turned their gazes outside the house in unison.

"It seems the master of the house has arrived." The leader let out a soft chuckle and exchanged a knowing look with his subordinates.

The latter, understanding his silent command, hoisted the two hostages, who had been left aside, and exited through the main door directly.

Upon opening the door, the two parties came face to face.

Glen stared at the uninvited guests quietly, one after another, walking out of his house, his eyes as calm as dead water.

"Are you the guy who killed two of my men? You don't look like it?" The leader said in a condescending tone as soon as he stepped out of the door, "You look quite happy, my friend."

Glen did not deign to respond. Instead, he directed his gaze towards the two bound individuals. After roughly ascertaining that they were unharmed, he addressed Gotaya,

"Miss Elf, didn't you claim to be quite formidable? How is it that you've been captured yet again?"

Upon hearing these words, Gotaya's eyes blazed with indignation, and she wriggled violently, as if desperately eager to offer an explanation.

However, the ropes were so tightly fastened around her mouth that she was unable to open and close her jaws to speak.

Paying no heed to the prideful elf, Glen then turned to Tia, who was gazing at him with tearful eyes. "Fear not, Tia. So long as I am here, they shall not be able to harm you."

Inspired by the confidence in his words, Tia's fear subsided considerably.

The leader and his two subordinates were immediately incensed to see that Glen was blatantly ignoring them and conversing with the hostages.

The leader sneered, "Hey, lad, do you have any notion of whom you're up against? What? Having acquired the power of a werewolf, you've grown overly self - assured?"

Glen fixed his gaze on the speaker. "Such tiresome chatter."

Scarcely had he uttered those words when the enraged leader lunged forward in an instant, delivering a straight punch aimed at Glen's visage!

Glen deftly tilted his head to the side, evading the blow. Then, he curled his right hand into a fist and struck, landing a powerful blow to the leader's abdomen!

The latter spat out a mouthful of acidic spittle and was sent hurtling backward.

"Leader!" The two subordinates exclaimed in unison.

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The leader raised his hand, signaling for them to hold their ground.

After a brief interval of approximately two or three seconds, he suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha... Not bad, not bad. I never anticipated that you, having been infected by two lowly wretches, would possess such prowess. Was it Bagins? Or Dodoray? You're worthy of being my subordinate."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a stone hurtled through the air and struck him between the legs.

An indescribable pain coursed through his body, and he let out a muffled groan as he clutched his groin.

"Fool." Glen sneered, his expression one of disdain.

"Die!" The leader's remarkable regenerative ability as a werewolf swiftly alleviated his pain, leaving behind only an almost irrational fury.

He dropped to all fours and, with a sudden burst of strength, sent the ground flying up in a shower of debris. His body hurtled towards Glen like a cannonball!

Most werewolves are highly emotional beings, and this trait is evident even when they are not in their transformed state.

Observing the change in their leader, the two subordinates took a few steps back.

In the face of such a primal and savage charge, Glen responded with a scornful smile.

He executed a turn, a rapid spin, and an upward kick!

Bang!

The kick landed squarely on the chin of the charging assailant!

The latter's head snapped backward violently, and his body was sent hurtling back once more.

Glen performed several somersaults to dissipate the impact force before coming to a stable halt.

The leader skidded along the street after being propelled backward. When he finally managed to rise to his feet, blood was already trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"How is this possible!?" He roared in disbelief.

How could a low - level werewolf defeat me in his normal state!? I am a fourth - level werewolf!

Consumed by a sense of unwillingness, the leader charged towards Glen once again.

He launched punches, delivered kicks, and attempted to grapple. The half - white - haired werewolf leader relied almost exclusively on brute force.

Even if Glen's strength were to diminish by another level, he could still effortlessly outmatch him with his superior skills.

The two subordinates stared at the battle, which resembled a farcical spectacle, their expressions blank with astonishment.

How could this be possible!? The leader seemed to be constantly at a disadvantage. Wasn't this supposed to be a low - level werewolf?

They all entertained the same thought simultaneously.

The two bound individuals, however, harbored different perspectives.

Apart from the look of surprise on Tia's face.

Gotaya regarded the battle with the eyes of one beholding a work of art.

What a display of magnificent combat skills! What ingenious ways of parrying attacks! This is truly splendid!… She inwardly marveled.

The battle raged on. By now, the leader was covered in bruises, with fresh wounds inflicted before the old ones had a chance to heal.

Finally, he could no longer endure the humiliation of being toyed with. He leaped backward abruptly and bellowed, "Enough! I shall tear you to shreds!"

No sooner had the words left his lips than a look of agony contorted his face, followed by the cracking sound of bones realigning.

As his body gradually transformed and gray fur sprouted, the leader assumed the form of a robust gray werewolf within a matter of seconds.

Witnessing the entire transformation, Glen couldn't resist quipping, "Your transformation... It's as if you're giving birth."

However, the leader in his werewolf form was all but consumed by madness, driven solely by the single - minded obsession to slay Glen.

He let out a deafening roar that caused the surrounding houses to shudder.

Sensing the formidable aura emanating from his opponent, Glen no longer underestimated him.

At the same level, the brute strength and combat prowess of werewolves are unparalleled. Even some knights renowned for their strength would not dare to match themselves against a werewolf.

Therefore, Glen, who lacked the ability to wield magic, had to ensure that his strength did not fall too far below that of his opponent to secure victory.

He shed his clothes, and in an instant, his transformation was complete.

First - stage transformation!

A certain griffin knight had evaluated his state as that of a third - level werewolf, one rank lower than the leader.

Nevertheless, he believed this would suffice.

This seamless transformation once again left the two subordinates in a state of shock, plunging them into a profound state of self - doubt.

They began to question whether this was still the world they knew.

The two malevolent beasts collided with a deafening crash, and the battle intensified. Yet, the expressions of the onlookers reverted to what they had been before.

For the leader was still being overpowered!

Compared to the battle before the transformation, the post - transformation struggle was not only several times more intense but also characterized by a shower of blood spraying through the air.

All of it was the leader's blood!

Sharp claws glinted with silvery lines in the heat of the battle, and the terrifying roars assailed the eardrums of everyone present.

Under Glen's dominance, the leader's body was like a puppet lacking free will, being repeatedly torn asunder by Glen.

Finally, the two subordinates realized that if the battle persisted in this manner, the leader was destined to be defeated.

And if that were to occur, they would surely meet a similar fate.

After undergoing what appeared to be a painful transformation, two werewolves, slightly larger than Glen but smaller than the leader, joined the fray.