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Chapter 39: Fierce Fight

Xiang Kun followed the trail and smell for several hundred meters, stopping by the lake, where the scent completely disappeared. Judging by the few drops of blood seeping into the ground, the final direction hinted toward the lake.

Did that “thing” fly over the lake with the husky’s corpse? Or could it have tossed it into the lake?

Or maybe, that “thing” could not only fly but also dive into the water?

As Xiang Kun was contemplating whether to check the other side of the lake, he suddenly picked up the unique scent that he had been tracking for three days. Promptly, he turned his head toward the direction of the scent.

He saw a silhouette standing on a tall tree about ten meters away. The figure was looking down at him. It appeared to be wearing a cloak that concealed its entire body, and its head looked particularly large, as if it was wearing a mask or headgear.

“What the hell?…” Vampire legends emerged in Xiang Kun’s mind all at once.

But in the next instant, the “silhouette” jumped down from the tree. Then, with a loud thud, it spread its “arms,” revealing its cloak, and dive-bombed toward

Xiang Kun.

“Holy crap! Jesus Christ!…”

Xiang Kun startled, his muscles tensed as he leaped sideways, evading the “silhouette’s” pounce.

If the lunging “silhouette” had been a hideous-looking human, no matter how scary or eerie, Xiang Kun would have been mentally prepared and wouldn’t have been so shocked.

But as the distance rapidly closed under the decent moonlight that night, Xiang Kun’s dynamic vision, far superior to ordinary people, accurately identified that what was lunging at him was not a man in a cloak as he had initially thought, but a giant bird with an ugly and massive head!

Xiang Kun leaped to the side, rolling a few times before swiftly getting up. But the giant bird was even faster. With a few flaps of its huge wings, it was again in front of Xiang Kun, the enormous claws aiming for him.

With no place left to dodge, Xiang Kun was forced to go all out. He let the giant bird’s claws catch him by the ribs, then capitalized on the momentum to jump up, grasp the bird’s head, and drag its face down to the ground, forcing it to wrestle with him.

This was the first time Xiang Kun had brought out all his strength since the mutation. He held nothing back, grasping the feathers on the bird’s head with one hand to prevent it from pecking him while furiously striking it with the other clenched fist.

With each punch he threw, he couldn’t help but let out a roar, each hit provoking a strange scream from the giant bird.

At first, the bird’s claws relentlessly attacked Xiang Kun’s torso. But he pressed his body as close as possible to the bird to protect his abdomen and groin, allowing its claws to tear at his back and waist. He let its sharp talons, as thick as his fingers, embed into his waist.

Xiang Kun was betting on an endurance game, to see whether its claws were sharper or his fists were tougher.

After a dozen punches or so, the bird apparently couldn’t take it. It released its talons embedded in Xiang Kun’s body and pushed back with its huge legs, its body wrestling to break free. Xiang Kun, too, used this opportunity to let go and rolled to the side—he was also on the verge of losing his endurance. The bird’s claws kept tearing at his waist; if he hadn’t been too close for the bird to spread its legs fully, his body would have been ripped apart before he could throw a few punches.

The bird didn’t attack Xiang Kun again. Instead, it let out a wail, struggled to fly away, stumbled and fell to the ground, then stumbled again, took off, and disappeared into the night in a matter of seconds.

Barking and footsteps could be heard from afar. Xiang Kun knew that it was not too late in the evening, and there were still some people walking their dogs nearby. The commotion here had attracted their attention.

Xiang Kun didn’t linger. He quickly scanned the surroundings, picked up his broken glasses that had fallen during the fight along with his phone left on the side, stuffed a few large feathers that had fallen from the bird into his pocket, clutched his side, and quickly left.

Instead of going straight home, Xiang Kun found a secluded corner and lay down on the grass to rest.

He was actually severely injured, with several bloody holes pierced through his back by the giant bird’s claws. His clothes and trousers were dripping wet from heavy bleeding. A few ribs were broken, and there must have been severe internal bleeding and damage; he could even feel some muscle groups spasming during his fight with the giant bird.

The right fist he had used to hammer the giant bird’s head was also heavily damaged, the whole fist was a bloody mess and metacarpal bones were broken. He couldn’t even unclench his fist to straighten his fingers now.

If it had been an ordinary person, they would be in urgent need of medical help, or even be in the ICU by now, with no guarantee of survival.

But Xiang Kun was not planning on going to the hospital. It wasn’t that he would rather die than reveal the secrets of his body, but because he knew, he couldn’t die.

He could feel that the wounds, from external to internal, were healing and recovering rapidly.

Lying on the ground, Xiang Kun recalled the appearance of the giant bird and suddenly realized – it was an owl!

But, was there such a big owl??

When its wings spread open, it was larger than his arm span! Just based on body size, it was probably about one and a half meters, maybe even one point six meters tall!

No wonder he had mistaken it for a person just now.

Standing in the shadows of the trees and looking from a distance, it really looked like a person draped in a cloak.

Suddenly, Xiang Kun lifted his mangled right hand, looked at the blood on his arm, which was a mixture of his own and that of the giant bird – or rather, the Giant Owl.

Xiang Kun took a deep breath, then suddenly licked the blood on his arm, mixed with saliva, swallowing the blood into his stomach.

Bang! –

It was as if a flash of white light exploded in his mind, and Xiang Kun once again felt the “excitement” and “arousal” of all the cells in his body. This “excitement” even surpassed the feelings when he first drank chicken blood or rabbit blood.

The “pleasure” and “joy” brought by the blood didn’t come from his taste buds or stomach but seemed to be a feeling fed back from the deepest part of his body, as if every cell was voicing the same opinion, cheering for him.

Xiang Kun exhaled a long breath, his expression even seemed to enjoy this.

If someone were to see this scene at this moment, they would definitely be frightened – a Bald Man, with blood all over his face and injuries all over his body, lying in the grass, licking the blood on his arm, and then looking utterly intoxicated – it was too perverse!

Xiang Kun felt a wave of hunger rise within him, according to normal timing; he shouldn’t feel hungry till tomorrow.

However, this hunger was different from normal hunger, it was somewhat reminding Xiang Kun – he needed more of the blood he just drank!

Xiang Kun lay in the grass and took a rest, then lifted up his tattered T-shirt to check the wounds on his waist. After wiping off the blood, no scars could be seen. The wounds on his right hand had also almost healed, and his fingers were as flexible as before.

He got up from the ground, but as soon as he stood up, an image flashed in his mind.

It was as if he was wearing VR glasses. He was in first-person view, rummaging through a torn garbage bag. His hands had turned into claws, and in the torn bag, he could vaguely see a rabbit’s ear.

The whole image only lasted a little over a second. Xiang Kun was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly understood what he had seen..