Goliath wasn't in the mood to roll out the red carpet.
No sooner had Nathan appeared than he sprang into action.
Whoosh!
He vanished in a flash and shot off in Nathan's direction at breakneck speed.
Just from his explosive speed alone, one could tell that he was a lot more powerful than Pele and the other two werewolves Nathan had just smashed to death.
Evidently, he was considered an elite werewolf.
All this while, the enemies Nathan had encountered were mostly from foreign armies.
But recently, he had been running into powerful but rare adversaries among the populace of Adrune.
At that moment, there was a glint in Nathan's eyes.
Among the Ancient Arts
Grandmasters within the populace of Eurasia, the strongest warriors he had encountered were those from the Five Reclusive Families, for example,
Claudius of the Norris family.
Now, it seemed that there was plenty of hidden talent among the populace of Adrune.
Not only were there evil, bloodsucking vampires, but there were also immensely strong and vicious werewolves.
In the back of his mind, Nathan speculated that the recent appearances of werewolves and vampires must have something to do with the powerful countries within Adrune.
Since it was important to know one's enemy, Nathan was tremendously fascinated with their mysterious powers.
Therefore, at the onset of the battle, he wasn't in a hurry to attack. Instead, he conducted evasive maneuvers in order to test how powerful an elite werewolf actually was.
Given Goliath's lightning speed, all Nathan saw was a blur before the former appeared right in front of his eyes.
Raising his fist up high, Goliath unleashed a sledgehammer-like punch in Nathan's face.
After watching Goliath's blistering movements, the crowd let out a low gasp. They were worried that Nathan would fail to withstand the punch.
However, Nathan calmly took a step back and tilted his head back. It was as if he found the perfect moment to avoid the incoming attack.
Dense furs covered his entire figure while his jaws grew larger, with sharp fangs protruding out of his mouth. As the muscles on his body began to bulge, he reached a height of two point two meters.
Facing Goliath who had now fully transformed into a werewolf, Nathan, who had a towering figure by human standards, looked comparatively small.
Colin, the Elite Eight, and the Alpha soldiers were all shocked by the scene that unfolded before them.
Despite that, none of them retreated a step in the face of the grisly change in Goliath's appearance. After all, they were considered elite warriors of both Eurasia and Remdik.
In fact, no one showed any fear at all. As tense expressions descended upon their faces, they tightened their grip on their weapons and prepared for battle, ready to rescue Gammon at a moment's notice.
At that moment, Nathan, too, was flabbergasted upon watching Goliath's transformation.
He could clearly feel that Goliath's strength, speed, and fortitude had significantly been elevated.
Nathan narrowed his eyes. “Is this the true extent of your power?”
Goliath growled, “Prepare to be torn
to shreds by my razor-sharp claws!”
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