Confess System: Picking Up Girls After Girls, Try Not to Get Killed!

Under the encirclement of the werewolf squad, the chase turned into a positional battle.

Vanessa was outside the encirclement, while Lord Felix was inside.

These ferocious werewolves surprisingly valued the honor of being warriors. They might indeed follow Lord Felix's words and fight him first before attacking Vanessa.

For this reason, Vanessa couldn't help Lord Felix break free just yet. If she did, Lord Felix's previous efforts would be in vain.

Inside the encirclement, Lord Felix dismounted and quickly approached the black figure and werewolf engaged in combat. Taking advantage of the black figure pinning down the werewolf, he thrust his sword into the werewolf's back and sliced horizontally, causing blood to gush out and the werewolf to die on the spot.

The black figure then disappeared, and the dagger returned to Lord Felix's hand.

By now, in just over twenty seconds since the battle began, Lord Felix had incredibly defeated two werewolves in succession.

The werewolves finally realized the difficulty of dealing with this young man. They no longer attacked one by one but instead all emerged from the shadows of the forest.

At this point, Vanessa finally saw that there were fifteen werewolves left, excluding the two who had died.

Among the fifteen, the leader was a black werewolf wearing a cloak, shoulder armor, and a skirt armor, with two daggers on either side of the skirt.

The rest were gray werewolves, wearing only skirt armor and armed with retractable claws on their hands and feet.

Despite their simple equipment, the werewolves' physical fitness and combat skills were enough to compensate for their lack of gear.

Based on Vanessa's personal judgment, a gray werewolf warrior here was equivalent to a 50th-level swordsman or fighter. The werewolves' fighting style was a mix of bladed weapons and close-quarters combat.

In terms of strength, any of them could compare to Captain Garvit; in terms of agility, none of them would lose to Heloise.

Vanessa, who had no combat abilities and relied on her doe spirits, was most afraid of encountering such agile opponents. How could Lord Felix, alone, deal with these fifteen well-trained werewolf warriors?

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"Why don't you all attack together?"

Lord Felix even let his warhorse leave the encirclement first, staying behind alone with only a Knightblade and a dagger as visible weapons.

In Vanessa's view, Lord Felix's chances of winning were still low, but he calmly provoked the werewolves, as if he already held the winning ticket.

Whether influenced by Lord Felix's provocation or already determined to settle the outcome in this round of combat, the leading black werewolf let out a roar. Then, the bodies of all the werewolves present swelled up, their muscles bulging as if they were about to burst.

Immediately after, a gray werewolf charged forward to strike first, its claws extending to a length of half a meter!

Lord Felix pivoted on his foot, calmly spinning his body to avoid the attack, and simultaneously swung his sword. Unfortunately, the cut was shallow, as the werewolves' enhanced muscles were as hard as stone, which was one of the reasons Vanessa and her companions had been unable to defeat them before.

The werewolf that had been slashed on the back immediately turned to counterattack, while Lord Felix swiftly retreated two steps to create some distance. At that moment, another werewolf seized the opportunity to pounce from the side, managing to grab Lord Felix from behind!

Lord Felix struggled, but the difference in strength between them was as vast as that between a child and an adult. Just as the werewolf was about to plunge its claws into Lord Felix's chest, Vanessa anxiously sent out her doe spirits and blew her silver flute!

But just when everyone thought the young man was about to be disemboweled, he vanished into thin air.

The werewolf, unable to stop its claws in time, accidentally stabbed its companion in the stomach.

Immediately after, the young man, who had somehow appeared behind the werewolf, struck its neck with his burning Knightblade.

This time, with the blue flame's enhancement, the sword easily severed the werewolf's head. The young man then finished off the other injured werewolf with another strike.

"I told you to attack together. If you keep fighting like this, you'll be mocked as feeding me a buffet."

The young man hooked his finger at the leading black werewolf, his face full of teasing smiles.

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Black werewolf Reko was a serious werewolf.

Because he was serious in life, work, and battle, he became a squad leader.

Although Reko knew that compared to the werewolf royal warriors, they, the common werewolf warriors, were like wild dogs that couldn't make it to the stage.

However, he believed that as long as they continued to work hard, wild dogs might one day stand shoulder to shoulder with purebred dogs.

During this pursuit, Reko had some desire to take credit. He knew that if the royal werewolf troops caught up, they would have no chance.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Rekov initially thought he could easily capture the prey, but a tough nut suddenly appeared.

Serious Reko didn't dare to take risks easily. He first used several werewolf warriors to test the waters, and by now, he had finally figured out the details of this tough nut.

In Reko's view, this human youth had two tricky abilities: one was the ability to summon helpers from shadows, and the other was the ability to teleport himself to nearby shadows.

As for the powerful blue flame, the werewolves, with their agility, wouldn't be easily hit again once they had seen it.

— (What a pity, we were in a hurry to chase. If we had brought other types of werewolf warriors, dealing with this brat wouldn't be so difficult...)

Reko didn't take the youth's mockery seriously. He didn't understand what "feeding a buffet" meant.

All he wanted now was to figure out how to kill the youth with the least cost and capture the girl from the Snowy Hart family alive.

"Put away your claws and listen to me." (Werewolf language, same below)

Reko let out a wolf howl and began to arrange tactics.

"Don't think about killing him in one hit. Just injure him whenever you have a chance."

"Whether it's breaking a finger or pulling out a hair, just kill him bit by bit."

"His teleportation ability is short-range and can't be used continuously. Catch him right after he teleports."

"Those black figures are just his summons. Don't be too distracted by them."

"Also, keep an eye on that girl. Don't let her run away."

Following his long-standing experience, Reko issued combat instructions.

After enhancing the werewolves' bodies with another howling skill, the thirteen werewolves with their claws retracted rushed forward, trying to use their numerical advantage to defeat the human youth!

But just as they surrounded him, the youth suddenly threw his longsword and dagger parallel into the air. Before they could react to what he was doing, the youth disappeared again.

Knowing that the youth could teleport, the werewolves immediately began searching everywhere. To their surprise, the youth had actually teleported more than ten meters into the air, moving to the shadow of the dagger thrown on the longsword!

The werewolves, without long-range attack methods, could only look up and wait for the youth to fall by himself. In mid-air, the youth gripped his longsword and, while still not falling, swung a wide-ranging azure flame at the werewolves below.

The werewolves immediately dodged in different directions, but what they didn't expect was that this blue flame was different from before.

The blue flame did not transform into a galloping steed but instead emitted a thunderous dragon roar.

(Feel the heat of the dragon flame... Crimson Dragon Breath!)