Beauty and the Beasts Chapter 777 - Small Demonstration (1)

Chapter 777: Small Demonstration (1)

There was a saying “it isn’t cold when it’s snowing, but it’s cold when the snow is melting”. However, in the world of the beastmen where the temperature could go down as low as negative over ten degrees Celsius, this saying wasn’t too accurate.
With a colder comparison, the melting snow didn’t seem to be much anymore.
The forest was wet, and the color of the soil that had been moistened by the snow water was a dark black fertile color. Clean and lush greens germinated on the ground, and the bare brown trees also started to show signs of green, seemingly raring to go.
Bai Qingqing had gotten used to the weather here and wasn’t as afraid of it anymore. As she looked at the scenery that was brimming with vitality, she started to become broad-minded.
Just as she was happily admiring the natural environment, Winston, who was carrying her, suddenly stopped.
Bai Qingqing looked around, and only then did she discover a few pairs of eyes in front gleaming with hunger.
She subconsciously hugged Winston, pressing her body close against his. However, she knew that the ones in danger wouldn’t be herself, but that pack of wild wolves.
Both sides had noticed each other’s existences. The pack of wild wolves knew that beastmen were the hardest to hunt, but driven by hunger, they pawed at the ground with their hind legs and then abruptly charged up.
Wolves hunted in packs. Under the alpha wolf’s lead, a large pack of wolves ran over. There were roughly about 40 to 50 of them, and it seemed that the wolves were planning to surround them. However, before they could do that, they were discovered by the beastmen.
Parker snorted and only dashed up abruptly after the prey had gotten close enough. At the instant when both sides clashed, he jumped up and faced the enemies from a height, gaining a clear view of the battle situation.
He raised his iron claws, and at the moment he landed, he swung it, sending blood splattering everywhere. The wolf’s shoulder was sliced into two, and its head drooped onto the ground.
The leopard didn’t make any other attacks. He stepped onto the back of a wolf who hadn’t fallen, turning his attack toward another wolf who was preparing to dash in Bai Qingqing’s direction.
Bai Qingqing recalled the moment when she had just come to this world as she watched Parker fighting.
Back then, Parker also took wolves’ lives with each bite, his action crisp and decisive, without any delays.
Of course, the current Parker was different from who he had been back then.
Back then, Parker’s method of killing was biting and tugging his opponent to death. He was brutal like a wild beast.
Now, his movements were clean and precise, taking the wild wolves’ lives like a robot.
Parker’s attitude was the same, but the different thing was that he had gotten stronger.
More wild wolves kept on wanting to break through the “defense line” set up by the leopard, but none of them succeeded. The ground in front was scattered with blood, and, as the cold wind blew, a strong scent of blood could be smelled.
The only thing that broke through the line of defense was the scent of their blood.
Bai Qingqing gradually relaxed. She took a look at Curtis next to her and immediately noticed the changes in his gaze.
After hibernating for a few months, Curtis could be hungrier than this pack of wolves.
“Curtis, give An’an to me.” Bai Qingqing reached out her hands toward him.
Curtis flicked out his tongue, releasing “Ssss—” sounds, then handed the child to her before swaying his tail and slithering toward the battleground.
The wild wolves who had been planning to battle to the death suddenly seemed to have smelled the scent of death. All of them started panicking.
The alpha wolf let out a howl and turned to take the lead to run away. The other wild wolves also followed closely behind it, fleeing for their lives, leaving the corpses of over ten of their comrades behind.
The effects of the weapons had been tested. Parker didn’t give chase.
Letting out a snort, the leopard raised a blood-stained iron claw. He put it to his mouth and licked away the blood on it.