130: Craniotomy

However, he knew this was merely an illusion brought about by the sudden, violent change in his strength.

Clenching his fists, Locke slowly raised his head and looked at William with a smile: "Although I can't smash everything, smashing you shouldn't be a problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, he transformed into a bulldozer, charging fiercely toward William at incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, he had flashed from ten meters away to stand right in front of William. The werewolf, who had been crouching on the ground and guarding with full focus, was stunned for a moment, seemingly unable to react in time.

However, Locke had already made up his mind to end the fight quickly. Gripping his longsword with both hands, he slashed fiercely toward the still slightly dazed William. "Die!"

"Awoo!" Although William lacked reason, his reaction speed remained fast. Just as the blade was about to chop off his wolf head, he immediately raised the hardest pair of claws on his body and crossed them to block. He attempted to fend off this strongest strike from Locke using the same method as before.

This commotion caused Serena and Marcus on the sidelines to subconsciously stop their movements. Both turned their bodies, focusing all their attention on the battle between Locke and William. After all, the fight between Locke and William was essentially the key to deciding who would win this pursuit.

Seeing this incredibly swift strike from Locke, Marcus's heart jumped into his throat. "William, you must hold on! Just give me another half a minute, and then it will definitely be them who die!"

Serena also held her breath, staring intently at the blade Locke had swung. "Locke, please, you must win."

As Locke's most loyal servant, Alfred went without saying; he immediately hung upside down on the wall, stopping the flapping of his wings.

Even Old Man Time couldn't help but become a little nervous at this scene. "Locke, let me see just how strong you can truly become!"

The silver-white blade collided violently with the pair of black wolf claws in the next second.

Locke had put his all into this strike, and William, the First Werewolf, had also used his full strength.

With a squelch, the skin of the wolf claws was easily torn open. The silver-white blade advanced further with an unstoppable posture. Ultimately, Locke, who was bearing the huge risk, gained the upper hand.

"Awoooo!" The intense pain and pressure forced William to open his wolf mouth and howl. His instincts told him he had to retreat, but how could Locke let go so easily?

Looking down from above, he gripped the hilt with both hands and pressed down fiercely, striving to chop off William's head in the shortest possible time. As long as William died, this battle could be declared his victory.

Facing him in this state, Marcus probably wouldn't last more than a few seconds. With how fragile the opponent was, Locke only needed one sword strike to cut him in half.

One second! Two seconds! William's pair of claws, which had once been invincible and had torn apart countless hunters, were chopped off by Locke's sword just like that. The blade didn't stop, continuing to slash toward his thick neck. "Die!"

Seeing this scene, Marcus's heart sank to the bottom. "No!" "I refuse to accept this!"

Seeing this, Serena subconsciously clenched her hands.

Just when everyone thought this strike would completely finish off William, there was a sudden 'bang.' It was very crisp and loud, and it also caught everyone off guard.

The moment the blade touched William's neck, it shattered into countless silver fragments that fell all over the ground. It turned out that the sword, due to the high-intensity battle and the ravages of the Extraordinary Factor, had completely broken after severing William's claws.

"Hiss!" This made Marcus come back to life instantly; his heart, which had almost stopped beating, resumed its rhythm. He immediately laughed out loud: "Hahaha, it seems fate is on my side. Today, the only one who will be victorious in the end is me."

"Do you really think I can't kill him just because I don't have a weapon?" Locke replied with a sneer, frowning slightly as he threw away the hilt. He thought to himself: "What a pity. It seems ordinary blades can't withstand battles between those with the Extraordinary Factor for long. I must find a way to get an extraordinary weapon suitable for myself."

Although he thought this, he had no intention of stopping. A pair of iron fists smashed down from above toward the panicked werewolf. Because the werewolf had lost his front claws, he was completely unable to resist. He couldn't even escape.

Watching the iron fists growing larger in his eyes, he could only rely on instinct to open his mouth wide, attempting to bite at Locke's throat with his sharp fangs, trying to risk his life by trading injury for injury.

Locke already had the victory in his grasp, so naturally, he wouldn't engage in such a pointless trade of injuries. He just coldly spat two words at William: "Naive!"

Then, he immediately switched from fists to palms, grabbed William's upper and lower jaws with both hands, and lifted him up directly. Thanks to the resistance of the Extraordinary Factor, plus the thick muscles in his palms, William, despite using all his strength, could not break through his defense at the first moment.

The teeth, sharp enough to bite through steel, could only leave a few white marks under Locke's palms at this moment. William's pupils trembled more and more. Although he lacked reason, his beastly instincts made him feel fear toward Locke.

His remaining hind legs kicked wildly on the ground, trying to break free from Locke's restraint, but how could his strength compare to Locke with the [Great Muscle Tyrant] fully activated?

Watching the struggling werewolf, a trace of madness inexplicably emerged in Locke's eyes. Even he himself didn't know that he had begun to be affected by the side effects: "Futile!" "It's already this late, can't you see the situation clearly yet? Just accept your fate. I want to kill you, and you should just endure it."

Upon hearing this, William felt fear instinctively. His eyes began to glare in anger, and his pair of hind claws no longer kicked the ground but instead clawed fiercely at Locke's body, attempting to force Locke to let him go.

But at this moment, everything he did was futile. Locke's hands were like iron pincers, gripping his upper and lower jaws tightly, and then began to exert force upwards and downwards. "Ah... open up for me!"

With Locke's roar, the muscles in his arms bulged violently. Following that, in William's panicked eyes, he actually ripped William's masseter muscles of the upper and lower jaws apart with brute force.

"Awoo..." William's scream was stuck in his throat and could no longer be uttered. A second later, Locke actually performed a craniotomy on him directly with his hands, completely separating his upper and lower jaws.

Crimson blood sprayed onto him, but he remained indifferent to it. With a flick of his hands, he threw the now-corpse William aside. After finishing all this, he turned his gaze toward Marcus and gave a wicked smile: "Are you ready to die?"