Chapter 17 Creative Fighting

• Although it was a demonic beast, its combat experience was no less than that of an average martial artist.
• Suddenly, Francis stumbled. His Palm of Light seemed somewhat feeble. Previously, his Palm of Light had shattered the wind blades, but this time, it was surprisingly dispersed by the wind blade.
• The demon wolf let out a low growl from deep within its throat before it leaped forward. It knew that the time to strike had come. The human before it was clearly drained of energy, his vital energy nearly depleted. The wolf was unafraid, even at close quarters. It had always fought this way, familiar with this style of combat.
• The demon wolf lunged, stopping just over ten feet away from Francis. It then opened its mouth, and an unusually large wind blade formed, hurling toward Francis. The creature was careful, deciding to test him with a wind blade first. As expected, Francis barely managed to dodge, getting slashed across the waist by the wind blade, causing blood to gush out.
• At this moment, the Wind Wolf finally let its guard down, lunging forward with a ferocious roar. Its wide-open maw revealed sharp, gleaming fangs that radiated a chilling light. Its eyes were filled with brutality as it aimed to sever the human's throat in one swift bite. The Wind Wolf's fangs were terrifying, and its razor-sharp teeth were even more so. With a biting force of thousands of pounds and teeth hardness surpassing that of ordinary iron by five times, it could shatter steel with a single bite.
• However, at that moment, a chilling smirk appeared in Francis' eyes. His entire body was pulsating with vital energy, and a massive golden palm materialized in the air.
• The Wind Wolf was greatly terrified. This human was brimming with vital energy, showing no signs of exhaustion at all. It realized it had been tricked and attempted to dodge, but there was nowhere it could possibly escape.
• Francis's Palm of Light struck its abdomen with relentless force. The Wind Wolf let out a heart-wrenching howl as it was flung several meters away, crashing into a large tree before bouncing onto the ground. The abdomen was the Wind Wolf's most vulnerable spot, and this blow had caused severe damage. Bones were broken, internal organs shattered, and a cavity formed in its chest, from which fresh blood seeped out. It stretched its neck, coughing up blood from its mouth.
• Yet, it seemed to possess a potent will to live, struggling to crawl in one direction, leaving a profound trail of blood on the ground.
• Francis stepped forward, and his Palm of Light blasted the creature's forehead with such force that its skull shattered, ending its life.
• Francis let out a soft sigh, settling himself down to the side. He began to channel the healing powers of Bedoro Leaf Scripture, renowned for its exceptional healing effects. In no time, his waist injury started to mend, leaving behind only a faint white scar. Earlier, in order to lure the Wind Wolf closer, he had no choice but to purposely get hit by a wind blade, thus sustaining an injury.
• Once his wounds were healed, he walked over to the body of the demon wolf. He then proceeded to pry off its sharp fangs.
• The fangs were the most valuable and expensive parts of the demon wolf. The hardness of these fangs was five times that of ordinary iron, and they were incredibly resilient, making them one of the materials used in the creation of many spiritual tools. There was a high demand for them. Francis knew that outside Quadriga Sect's outer sect square, people were setting up stalls to purchase the fangs of Wind Wolves.
• He was about to leave when he suddenly let out a soft gasp, sensing something was amiss.
• He had glanced at the expression in the eyes of the Wind Wolf just before it died but hadn't paid it much attention. At that moment, reflecting back, he realized that those eyes were surprisingly filled with affection and reluctance to part.
• After musing for a moment, Francis carefully observed the direction in which the Wind Wolf had previously crawled. He then took off, flying in that same direction.
• As he walked, he searched, and sure enough, he quickly found what he was looking for.
• He discovered a cave at the base of a rocky peak, scattered around with what appeared to be wolf droppings. Upon closer inspection, Francis was certain that this was the den of the Wind Wolf. The widespread droppings were a typical way for a Wind Wolf to mark its territory.
• Before he even entered the stone cave, he heard a low growl, full of threat yet filled with an underlying sense of childishness. Francis merely smiled, unconcerned, as he stepped into the cave. At the bottom of the cave, he spotted a litter of wolf pups. There were about five or six of them, each only the size of a palm, plump and tender looking, incredibly adorable. One of them, slightly larger than the others, was baring its teeth and snarling at Francis.
• Francis chuckled softly, stepping forward to ruffle its head. “Hey, little one. What's all the fuss about?”
• The little wolf furiously wriggled free from his grasp, attempting to bite his hand. Unfortunately, with its tiny milk teeth, it couldn't even break through Francis' skin.
• Francis' eyes lit up as he gazed upon the pack of wolf pups.
• Younglings of demonic beasts had always been incredibly expensive, even more so than their adult counterparts. This was because the young ones could be tamed, and if a demonic beast was tamed, it could aid a martial artist, significantly enhancing their strength. Francis, for example, excelled in close combat but struggled with long-range attacks. If he had a mature Wind Wolf as a pet, his strength could increase by at least seventy percent, compensating for his biggest weakness.
• The value of this litter of Wind Wolf pups was immeasurable.
• He bent over, gathering all these wolf pups into a bundle, ready to take them away.
• At that moment, he suddenly felt a wave of danger approaching. An alarm bell rang in his heart, and a sharp pain shot through his brow. He quickly sidestepped, and with a loud thud, a black arrow, about three feet long, embedded itself in the ground where he had just been standing. The huge arrow, dark and heavy, appeared to be made of metal. It had penetrated more than a foot into the ground, its tail feathers still quivering.