Chapter Fifty-One: A Lone Challenger Against the Werewolf Clan, Astonishing All Examinees

"Why isn't this kid charging forward?"
"Yeah, why did he suddenly stop?"
"Could it be that he's scared?"
"..."

Seeing Yang Feng's actions, the surrounding examinees all wore expressions of confusion.

"This should be about right," Yang Feng muttered to himself, then summoned all of his Raven Warriors.

Hundreds of Raven Warriors hovered in the air, creating an eerie and unsettling sight.

"My god, what are those things?"
"Why are there so many ravens?"
"How can he summon so many ravens?"
"What kind of class is this? It looks so powerful!"

After Yang Feng summoned the Raven Warriors, each one shot forward like lightning toward the werewolf tribe.

"Those ravens are so fast!"
"So many pets!"
"Ravens are dark creatures, aren't they?"
"Ravens are always an omen of bad luck. With that many, the enemy is doomed!"

In the blink of an eye, the Raven Warriors had reached the werewolf tribe.

"Activate the skill: Feather Arrows!" Yang Feng shouted.

The Raven Warriors burst forth with dazzling black light, and then, all at once, unleashed Feather Arrows at the werewolves.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
...

Arrows whistled through the air, instantly inflicting heavy casualties on the werewolf tribe.

The Raven Warriors' attack power far surpassed everyone's expectations. But the werewolves were, after all, demonic beasts from the Infernal Realm, and their strength was formidable. Even under the onslaught, they did not fall.

Wielding their spiked clubs, the werewolves retaliated, swinging at the Raven Warriors.

Yang Feng could sense that quite a few of his Raven Warriors had sustained injuries. Fortunately, the damage wasn't too severe.

From the wounds inflicted, Yang Feng could estimate the werewolves' combat strength.

"The combat power of these werewolves is around 2000," he thought. "Their defense should exceed 3000."

After using their skill, the Raven Warriors slashed at the werewolves with their sharp claws. Several Raven Warriors focused their assault on a single werewolf. About a minute later, the werewolf let out a miserable howl and collapsed to the ground.

[Defeated Level 20 Werewolf Warrior. Gained Experience +9000]

Yang Feng's guess was correct—defeating these werewolf warriors also granted experience points. And quite a lot at that. Killing a single ordinary werewolf warrior yielded 9000 experience points.

Meanwhile, a fireball began to form in Yang Feng's palm.

"Fireball!"

Yang Feng shouted, hurling the fireball forward.

Boom!

The earsplitting explosion startled many of the examinees.

What followed was a scene that left them utterly astonished.

One after another, the mighty werewolf warriors fell to the ground.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
...

Fireballs exploded continuously, their blasts echoing through the air. Each explosion wiped out over a dozen werewolf warriors.

After dozens of massive explosions, the werewolf warriors had been almost entirely annihilated.

Yang Feng checked his experience bar and saw he was just a fraction away from reaching Level 19.

"What? All the werewolf warriors are dead?"
"Impossible! That can't be!"
"Is Fireball really that powerful?"

With Yang Feng's increasing level, the power of his Fireball spell had grown significantly. For him, dealing with monsters around Level 20 posed no challenge at all.

Everyone was left dumbstruck. When they finally regained their senses, excitement flickered across their faces.

"This is great, we've finally survived!"
"That brother's strength is simply overwhelming!"
"The Curse Master class is incredible!"
"I'm sure this brother will become a true powerhouse one day!"

Seeing Yang Feng's performance, Zhao Haoran's face twisted with jealousy.

"How can he be this strong?"
"It's impossible—why is he so powerful?"
"His class is way too formidable. If he awakened such a class, what are we worth?"
"It's not fair. It's just not fair!"

No one paid any mind to Zhao Haoran's complaints. Everyone was still in shock, unable to process what had just happened.

What they had witnessed was simply beyond belief, shattering all their previous notions of what was possible.

Not only were the examinees stunned, but even the demons could not believe their eyes.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"You killed my demonic beasts—I will kill you!"
"I'll tear you to pieces, devour your flesh, and drink your blood!"

A furious roar erupted, and the blood-red moonlight blazed even brighter.

Then, another large group of werewolf warriors descended from the sky.

This time, the werewolves wasted no time and launched a direct assault on all the examinees.

Their intent was clear: to slaughter every last one.

Caught off guard, the examinees scattered in panic. Fortunately, the dungeon space was vast enough to allow for escape.

"Today, none of you will leave here alive!"
"I want to see what you'll do now!"

The demon's voice sounded again, though much weaker than before. The dark power allowed into the dungeon was limited, so every use consumed it further.

Yang Feng looked up at the blood-red moon, noticing a black figure lurking above it.

"So that's where you're hiding!"

Yang Feng estimated the distance—about several hundred meters.

Without hesitation, he gave the order to attack.

A large flock of Raven Warriors soared toward the shadow, with Yang Feng close behind.

"Kid, what are you trying to do?"
"Have you lost your mind?"

Seeing Yang Feng's movements, the shadow panicked.

Yang Feng said nothing, but his eyes locked onto his target, burning with deadly intent.

As he drew near, he unleashed another Fireball.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rang out, followed by a pained scream from the shadow.

Though wounded by the blast, the shadow was not killed outright.

"I will kill you!" the enemy shouted, though his voice was growing feeble.

"Oh? You're still alive?" Yang Feng was surprised, conjuring another fireball in his palm.

Boom!

A massive fireball struck the shadow, drawing yet another agonized scream.

"What kind of skill is that? Why is it so powerful?"
"What class are you?"
"There shouldn't be any class like that in this world!"

Yang Feng did not bother replying. He simply unleashed another Fireball, and though the shadow shrieked wildly, its strength was all but spent.