Noticing my unusual behavior, the werewolf became suspicious, it crouched down and stared at me tightly. It didn’t attack me, the vigilance of the beasts is very strong.
However, this just gave me some time.
While she was still suspicious, I wrapped the torn cloth around my left hand and clenched my fist tightly.
It feels too thin. After all, it was summer. The fabric I wore on my body was like this. I really wanted to use my pants, but I don’t think I’ll have time to take my pants at this point.
The werewolf cautiously took a step, and walked around as before, observing me and gathering the momentum for the next attack.
However this time, I would no longer be waiting passively for her to pounce.
Before she could pick up the speed, I set off and dashed at her: “Ahhhhhhhh! Come fight with me, werewolf!”
The sudden active attack made her flustered for a moment, but immediately her fighting instincts were aroused by my roar, then she turned and rushed over with a roar.
That’s it. Don’t think about sneaking in the back, let’s fight from the front!
The moment before the collision, she opened her mouth full of terrible fangs at me.
This time, instead of avoiding, I took initiative to extend my left hand, which was wrapped in layers of cloth, towards the mouth.
The werewolf didn’t hesitate to take the piece of meat which was offered to its mouth.
This action was very similar to what I used to do when first approaching a wild warg to tame it: in one arm a protective armor is worn which encloses till chest, and if the warg attacks, the arm is stretched out to let it bite it so that it would gradually calm down after releasing the wild nature and adapt to the distance between the trainer.
However, what was different this time was that I didn’t wear any proper armor, just wrapped layers of clothes around my hands.
Moreover, the violent werewolf was far more ferocious than wargs and was not the object of domestication at all.
Even through these layers of clothes, I could clearly feel the hard teeth. Although the fangs did not immediately penetrate the palm of my hand, I still felt as if my hand had been run over by the iron wheels of a chariot, and the pain reached my bone marrow.
Damn, this outrageous bite force… if an elf or human performed this, then their hand bones would be crushed in an instant.
After biting my left hand, the werewolf pulled my arm vigorously and tried to pull me to the ground.
And I was ready. I jumped on the werewolf’s body, slid my right arm over her shoulder from above, and wrapped around her neck like an old friend.
After that, I tightened my muscle, firmly bound her neck, and pressed her throat.
Caught it! The weak point of a werewolf!
The werewolf was obviously surprised and turned its body sharply in an attempt to free itself from the arm clasped on her throat.
Obviously, I won’t relax.
Finally the werewolf panicked! Correct it was sensitive to neck injuries!
The neck was the weakness of many higher-level creatures because there are several vital points hidden in there; arteries, cervical vertebrae… and throat for swallowing and breathing.
No matter how strong the body was, werewolves are living animals, not undead, and need to breathe.
I’ll die if my neck is bitten off, so will she! Even a werewolf would die if their breathing is stopped.
The pain in my left hand suddenly intensified, the werewolf increased the strength of its mouth, trying to relax me.
It doesn’t matter, it’s just a left hand, it won’t hurt to give it to you!
The left hand was just a bait for her to expose her flaws. If she opens her mouth now and tries to bite other parts of my body, it would be more troublesome for me.
It was because of the beast’s limitation in thinking that I could find the opportunity to grasp her vitals.
After completing transforming into wolf shape, the werewolf’s forelimb lost the ability to grasp and was not as flexible as before, limited by her posture, she could not fight back with her claws, so she began to try rolling on the ground with me, while I struggled to balance her body.
Once she throws me down, then my arm might loosen its grip on her throat. At that time, she could adjust her posture and counter-attack me with claws. The blade-like claws were not a joke, so I must force her to stand straight.
She had the advantage in strength, but relying on the wrestling skills and dominant position, I barely managed to maintain the balance.
Time was on my side!
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