Night Wolf had his own agenda, but he was unaware that Qin Chuan also possessed a trump card.
As time passed, Night Wolf sensed something was amiss; Qin Chuan's attacks grew increasingly fierce and powerful.
Most importantly, his own body felt increasingly uncomfortable, as if he couldn't muster any strength. What
he didn't know was that his corrosive energy hadn't even entered Qin Chuan's body; it had been directly neutralized by the righteous energy.
He thought Qin Chuan's body couldn't hold on any longer, but before that could happen, he found his own body was already giving out.
This feeling grew stronger, and he felt he was about to collapse.
His unwavering belief was that Qin Chuan would fall first, but Qin Chuan seemed completely unaffected.
Could it be that his corrosive wolf claws couldn't harm him?
His body couldn't react in time, and wild thoughts began to race.
Bang bang…
A series of blows landed on Qin Chuan, knocking him down.
Losing gracefully, without defeat, one could simply concede and retain a shred of dignity.
But being directly knocked down and defeated seemed like a complete and utter defeat, highlighting the vast difference in strength. If it were a strong person and a weak person, it wouldn't matter so much.
Night Wolf was a top figure in the outer city. The fact that they were so familiar with him caused a brief silence.
Then came a flurry of discussion and varied expressions.
For a powerful figure to lose was fodder for gossip; the more humiliating the defeat, the more satisfied many would be, especially someone with a poor reputation.
Night Wolf's reputation in the outer city was terrible. For instance, if he set his sights on a pretty girlfriend, he would use coercion and bribery to get her.
After a while, he would ruthlessly discard her and move on to the next target. No matter if a woman he fancied had a boyfriend or was married, he would use every means possible to get her; he wouldn't give up until he had her.
Because of this, some men naturally couldn't tolerate it, but in the end, they were crippled or even killed by him.
Of course, he would find a plausible excuse, but others weren't fools; everyone knew the truth, but dared not speak out.
"Good for him! Killing him would be even better!" a man said viciously.
He was a victim himself; his girlfriend was stolen and then dumped. He hadn't dared to resist, becoming a laughingstock in many people's eyes.
He wasn't afraid of being laughed at, but the thought of his girlfriend being stolen was infuriating. The pain of two people in love was unbearable.
Things could never go back to the way they were before. Although he still loved her, it was too late.
Seeing Night Wolf get beaten naturally brought him immense joy and satisfaction, but simply defeating him didn't feel right.
It would have been even better if he had crippled or disabled him.
"Good, good!" many people cheered.
This puzzled Qin Chuan. She hadn't expected Night Wolf to have such a bad reputation. While she was lost in thought, a sharp aura suddenly rushed towards her.
Qin Chuan's eyes narrowed. Since Night Wolf had already been judged to have lost, the rules stipulated that they couldn't continue fighting.
But now, Night Wolf was sore loser, resorting to a sneak attack, and with such viciousness—it seemed he was going to kill her.
His trump card.
His killing technique, Lone Wolf Soul Devouring.
Qin Chuan was truly enraged at this moment, and she no longer held back.
She unleashed the Nine Steps Against Heaven in succession, delivering a divine strike.
It struck Night Wolf's vulnerable spot directly.
*Pfft!
* Blood spurted out.
He's crippled!
Qin Chuan directly crippled Night Wolf, eliminating his cultivation. Actually, killing him wouldn't have been a big deal, but Qin Chuan felt it was better not to.
Qin Chuan always felt that sometimes death was bad, living was worse than death, and even despair could lead to suicide—it was better to just kill these idiots directly.