The Invincible Full-Moon System

Chapter 1224: A Toothless Pup

<A technique called Overpowering Center Moonlight is actively encasing the target's form!>

<Overpowering Center Moonlight>

Technique Rank: Legendary (Tenth-rank)

Compatibility: Moonlight energy

Description: It was a formidable ancient technique that granted the user enhanced moonlight energy, and unparalleled control. Mastering the technique requires time—as all energy points across the user's body need to be altered and conditioned. However—learning the technique will render the user's aura untraceable to those with lesser or no moonlight energy reserves.

Restriction: It could only be mastered by those with immense moonlight energy reserves.

Being unable to detect these Werewolves is a problem.

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Had they come with malicious intents, Rex would've suffered a guaranteed attack, as he was and couldn't sense these two Werewolves. Fortunately, the System and its upgrade could be used to determine the cause of this.

Since it was a complex, Rex needed to touch the hooded Werewolf to scan his body.

Using a handshake as an excuse, he managed to do that.

However, it seems his bad intention was sensed by Ragnar who was watching his moves.

Because of that, a killing intent quest was triggered.

<Killing Intent!>

Threat level: Medium

Description: Ragnar, an unknown Werewolf, harbored killing intent towards the user! A lesser Werewolf dares to bear its feeble fangs, toward the user. As the pursuer of Invincibility make no living beings be brave enough to try and kill the user! Eliminate Ragnar from life! Failing to do so will bear a heavy penalty.

It has been some time since someone dared to bear killing intent directly to me.

Rex looked at Ragnar with a fake smile, an evil smile playing in his inner self.

<Does the user want to brand a Prey Mark on Ragnar to mark his location?>

<It would cost a temporary 10% loss of the user's power to brand him>

10% loss...? No, I don't think I need to use the Prey Mark. I have a way better idea.

Soon Rex let go of the hooded Werewolf's hand while still gazing at Ragnar.

"I have a condition" He suddenly said.

"A condition?" the hooded Werewolf paused and raised an eyebrow, but then he shook his head. "It's not that type of relationship, you can't demand a condition when we are making this relationship for both of our own good"

Despite the answer, Rex ignored it and pointed at Ragnar, "He needs to die"

Upon hearing this Ragnar's expression tensed, he was glaring at Rex without any sign of fear.

But in the next instant, Rex cast his Primordial Step skill in the blink of an eye.

He disappeared from his spot like a phantom and reappeared right in front of Ragnar with his claws elongated and flared, aiming for Ragnar's throat. Even Ragnar was shocked, when Rex was already two meters away before him.

Such a burst of speed was beyond his expectations.

Grinning, Rex swung his claws in full force but was met by sparks that crossed his vision.

It was only then Rex realized the armored mutated wolf got in the way.

Even though his attack was lethal, able to take out a ninth-rank realm easily, it wasn't able to pierce, the black armor. His attack only got deflected instead. Not stopping there—Rex, tried one more time but now his claws were burning with the Executor Slash skill.

Clang!

Swoosh!

His claws struck the armored mutated wolf again, but it didn't leave a dent in its armor.

Only a small shockwave of wind was created from the collision.

It was forceful enough to rip and blow the Werewolf's cloak off of his body.

Raising both of his arms, Rex blocked a swipe from the armored mutated wolf, and got sent screeching backward, two lines were carved on the ground as he tried to regain his footing. His attack failed and he got swatted away easily.

"Don't even bother, you can't pierce its armor," the hooded Werewolf commented leisurely.

Pivoting towards Rex, he added, "Its armor is entirely made of tough materials that are very resistant to bladed attacks such as our claws, so there would be no way for you to defeat it—at least you'll need to have an Origin-level power to break that armor"

Upon hearing this Rex squinted his eyes.

Seems like these mutated wolves and scanned them all once again.

From their stats he realized that each mutated wolf was specialized in one aspect.

Just like this armored mutated wolf, its base endurance stat was already very high, but the bonus endurance stat from the armor made it laughably sturdy. Rex understands now, why the hooded Werewolf has full confidence in its durability.

On the other hand, the red mutated wolf has extremely high strength and intelligence.

Lastly, the pure dark mutated wolf has a very high agility stat.

Despite the attack, the hooded Werewolf didn't seem to be worried in the slightest.

He was still standing in the same spot with his arms now crossed.

Even though his attack failed the others, Rex was smiling in triumph as he gazed ahead.

Good, now I can brand your face in my mind, Ragnar.

Rex was not aiming to kill Ragnar right now, there was no need for him to hurry, he could take his time to kill Ragnar. But in order to do that, he needs to know what Ragnar looks like which is why he decided to attack Ragnar.

Not to kill him, but to blow that cloak off of his body.

Ragnar looked the same as any other Werewolves, but there were distinct features.

One is his family mark, that was shaped like three rings, wrapping each of his biceps. It could be a family mark or a simple tattoo, either way, Rex remembered that. Moreover, another one was a scar near the left side of his neck.

It looked to be a greenish scar done by a bite, from a mutated animal it seems.

As Rex stood down, the armored mutated wolf stepped to the side while still being alert.

It was then Ragnar was released, and he was grinding his canine teeth in anger.

He was angry that Rex tried to attack him earlier.

"Just who is he to you? Is he a pack member?" Rex asked, keeping eye contact with Ragnar.

"A pack member...? Hmph," the hooded Werewolf, sneered when he heard this. "No, he does not belong to my pack. He's not family, but very close to me—a disciple of mine. Because of that, I would not let you hurt him"

"A disciple? That's even worse," Rex laughed out loud, looking at Ragnar mockingly.

He tauntingly pointed at Ragnar, laughter echoing through the clearing as the words from the hooded Werewolf, were deadly serious—but Rex treated them as if they were a joke. His own humorous laughter rang out, a cruel and blatant mockery.

"Is there anything funny? What the fuck are you laughing at?!" Ragnar barked in anger.

Naturally, Rex laughing after knowing that he was a disciple is infuriating.

Glancing at the hooded Werewolf, he asked, "Are you sure he's a disciple? Are you joking?"

Despite the question, the hooded Werewolf remained silent.

"I mean you're quite strong yourself, I could tell, but that weakling is nothing compared to you or me," Rex elaborated, wiping his tears of laughter. "I do not even think, he could beat any of my Betas. He's as weak as a toothless pup! I bet that mutated owl from earlier is his, right?"

"Compared to these mutated wolves, that owl was pathetic" He added condescendingly.

Upon hearing this, veins bulged across Ragnar's neck as he glared at Rex.

His mouth curled into a snarl, eyes blazing with bloodthirsty rage.

Just before Ragnar could do anything, the hooded Werewolf had already stepped in the way.

He looked at Ragnar and said, "Don't engage. If he wanted you dead, you'd be dead already"

Looking at the hooded Werewolf, Ragnar frowned in confusion.

But unlike him, the hooded Werewolf knew that Rex was not going at it seriously—he could tell that Rex was holding back. Knowing that he was the one who killed the Fifthborn, there was no way that Rex was only this strong.

"Let's stop this menial chatter, we'll take our leave," the hooded Werewolf said.

Seeing that Ragnar's body was trembling in anger, it was best to call it a day.

As he said that, the hooded Werewolf turned around and walked away, followed by all of the mutated wolves and finally Ragnar who glared at Rex a couple of seconds longer—before he turned away.

Only about a couple of steps away, the hooded Werewolf stopped, "I almost forgot,"

"You are quite a big topic in the kingdom, so you better prepare," He added.

Upon hearing this, Rex smiled instead of being worried.

"I was counting on that Storm Prince, to do something," Rex muttered lightly, while looking at the hooded Werewolf—and his group's backs. "I need a justified reason to attack, the Scarlet Banes Kingdom, and he could give me that reason. But now I think that reason will come way sooner,"

Muttering that, Rex's eyes were glued onto Ragnar's back with a daunting smile on his face.

His mind gears were turning as he concocted a devious plan.

"Perhaps, much sooner," Rex grinned even wider.

Playfully waving his hand at the group, he shouted, "Don't forget to train and get stronger!"

"Maybe another millennium and you'll be useful!" He added.

Despite receiving no answer-back, from his mockery directed at Ragnar—Rex could tell that his words were making their desired effect. Even from afar, he could see Ragnar's body was trembling violently, trying to suppress his anger.

Before the group could disappear, Rex scanned the hooded Werewolf.

In addition to its aura being suppressed, he also couldn't scan its stat, which was the first.

Another skill or technique of his that hides the extent of his power.

However, the System said he would need to touch him one time to bypass that technique.

Now that he already touched the hooded Werewolf, Rex could scan his stats.

...

<Garret Ashcroft>

Race: Lunar-shaded Ancient Werewolf

Power: Ninth-rank (Peak) - Beast Shaman (3)

Mental: 31,100 (+10,000)

Strength: 677,000 (+81,000)

Agility: 878,500

Endurance: 722,250 (+45,000)

Intelligence: 350,000 (+150,000)

...

Upon seeing the stat, Rex frowned when he saw the hooded Werewolf, Garret's intelligence.

Garret's intelligence stat was at least two to three times greater than his, which was quite shocking given that he possessed both Awakened mana, and Werewolf moonlight energy. Then again, Garret's technique did state that the user required an immense reserve.

Rex was already expecting this, but not to this extent.

"So he's a Shaman, I guess that's why he could control those mutated animals" Rex mused.

As the group disappeared into the darkness, Rex stood on his spot for a couple of minutes.

He was standing like a statue, but his senses were spread to the surroundings.

It was only then that Rex turned and punched a tree viciously, causing it to topple over.

"Fuck!" He cursed in utter frustration, his eyes gleaming red with a savage glint. "I can't let them be like this—they are on the move fully, and my territory is trespassed over and over again by them"

Naturally, Rex was frustrated as this was the second infiltrator into his territory.

He couldn't understand how these Werewolves managed to find him easily.

Gritting his teeth that turned into fangs under the instability of his emotion—Rex looked back in the direction where Garret and his group had left. His mind then fixed on Ragnar, "I can use him—I'll make use of him and make my own move..."

Just then, however, Rex's body stiffened and his ears perked up.

Aoouuu!

A sudden howl pierced the stillness, distance yet unmistakable in its clarity.

Rex's ears caught the faint, howling sound, and his eyes quickly darted to the horizon.

He remembered Garret's words from earlier, he was a hot topic in the Scarlet Banes Kingdom—and it seemed the weight of that fact came sooner than expected. Rex gazed ahead with a frown on his face.

But then, his eyes widened and he was forced to grit his teeth as a notification came.

<A challenge from another pack to the user's pack has been declared!>