"Did you need something from me?"

Upon hearing the other person's words, Ye Feng frowned deeply.

Derrick didn't speak, but stared at Nightwind's eyes with a mocking expression.

He couldn't even imagine how this frail Chinese man could withstand missile bombardment and wipe out hundreds of thousands of troops.

"If you don't have it, then get out of here!" Night Wind slapped Derrick across the face.

The terrifying internal force exploded like a cannonball, and Derrick's expression changed instantly upon sensing this domineering power.

He threw a punch, his fist colliding with Ye Feng's palm.

Thump!

Derrick's body flew out, sliding backward for more than ten meters before coming to a steady stop.

His face showed shock and confusion, while a sharp pain shot through his right arm.

A trickle of blood slowly flowed down Derrick's shoulder.

This attack actually injured the arrogant Derrick.

Not only Derrick, but also Viking, Ophina, and Jack the Ripper all showed expressions of shock.

"He's Nightwind?" A strange smile immediately appeared on Jack's lips.

With a whoosh, a butcher's knife appeared in his hand, its surface glowing with an eerie red light, as if it had absorbed countless drops of blood, making it exceptionally chilling.

"Derrick! You can get hurt by a kid?"

"My butcher's knife is itching for a fight!"

“If you’re going to kill him, you might as well hand him over to me. I’ll slowly cut open his stomach, take out the fresh internal organs, and make a delicious sashimi!” Jack said with a mocking look.

Upon hearing someone mock him, Derrick instantly flew into a rage.

"You lowly ant from the Dragon Kingdom, how dare you hurt me?"

Bang! His muscles exploded, tearing through his skin, and then a thick layer of hair grew on his body.

At the same time, Derrick's size more than doubled, reaching a height of three meters.

A pair of ten-centimeter-long claws, like incredibly sharp knives, gleamed with a chilling aura.

Derrick, the "Father of the Wolf," was the leader of the Norse werewolves and was revered as their progenitor.

As he transformed, Derrick's eyes turned crimson.

"A Norse werewolf!" Night Wind was slightly startled.

Ye Feng knew some of the legends about this race. In the past, werewolves and vampires had a racial struggle that lasted for thousands of years.

Now, there are very few werewolves and vampires left in Northern Europe.

Only those of the clan with pure werewolf blood, like Derrick, have survived to this day.

"Derrick! His life is mine!"

"Get out of my way!"

Suddenly, a spear pierced through the void and slammed into Derrick's face.

The spear exuded a terrifying black aura, giving off a sense of danger.

"Aww~"

"I'm going to tear this dragon-country ant to pieces!" Derrick said, charging forward.

But Viking rushed in front of Derrick immediately and threw a punch at him.

The two clashed over who should kill Ye Feng.

"Derrick! Viking and this kid have a falling out, you'd better step aside!"

Suddenly, Ophina spoke. Upon hearing Ophina speak, Derrick immediately stopped in his tracks.

His body slowly shrank until he returned to human form. He then glared at Ye Feng with resentment before backing away.

Night Wind laughed. Did these people really think they could kill him so easily?

Indeed, although he was injured by Nightwind, Derrick did not believe that Nightwind was qualified to fight against him.

His eyes were fixed on the night wind, as if he were watching his prey.

"Wait a minute!"

"This kid has a very strong aura inside him!"

"It's hard to say, you might still have a chance to make a move!"

Ophina stared at Ye Feng with extreme vigilance, considering she was ranked second on the Nordic SSS leaderboard.

Aside from His Holiness the Pope, Ophina had never feared anyone, but just now, when she examined Ye Feng through his eyes, she couldn't see through Ye Feng's strength at all.

It was as if an invisible film was enveloping the night breeze.

But the sense of danger grew stronger, and Ofina’s intuition told her that this young man from the Dragon Kingdom was definitely not ordinary.

“Brother Ye Feng!” Sun Muqing held Ye Feng’s hand, her face full of worry.

She never expected to run into this group of foreigners as soon as she stepped outside, and each of them exuded a terrifying aura.

"It's alright! Muqing, wait for me over there. I'll leave after I kill these people!" Ye Feng kissed Sun Muqing on the forehead.

Viking was enraged as he watched his shadow.

"Night Wind! Last time, I lost to you!"

"This time, I'll make sure you die a horrible death!"

Viking drew his spear and unleashed a barrage of arrows, charging directly towards Nightwind.

But Ye Feng remained completely calm, which only made Viking more annoyed.

"You're too arrogant!"

"Remember, arrogance comes at a price!"

Whoosh! The spear pierced fiercely into the night wind, the sharp gust even making Derrick, who was standing nearby, unable to open his eyes.

A chilling killing intent locked onto the night wind, but the next moment, everyone's eyes widened in horror.

“You!!!” Viking’s forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

Night Wind gripped Viking's spear with one hand, and the same sense of powerlessness washed over Viking as before.

"Yeah?"

"You want me to pay the price?" Night Wind sneered.

"Night Wind! I'm the fifth strongest on the Nordic SSS ranking list, don't underestimate me!"

A dark aura seeped from the soles of his feet, and the Viking drew his spear.

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