I'll Take This One

The young Werecat immediately rushed at Gray.

The other hunters also saw this. Normally, fights between supernatural creatures was treated with whipping both of them silly. 

However, the person causing the problem was Andrew's pet.

Naturally, certain privileges were attached to this. One of them was that no one aside from Andrew was permitted to lift a finger on them.

Since the werecat could not be touched. The focus of aggression was turned to Gray. 

The closest hunter to him waved the long leather whip in his hands.

The whip CRACKED through the air slicing it as it lashed for Gray.

The whip twanged on Gray's back, leaving a long bloody mark on his skin.

The whips and rods that these hunters used were not ordinary. They were all weapons with soul energy for disciplining disobedient supernatural creatures.

It was a natural bane to their bloodline, effectively hurting them at a foundational level.

This meant that every hit with a whip or a rod was not just a physical hit but a suppression of the supernatural creature's bloodline. 

The whip fell, but Gray still stood.

The hunter waved the whip again and again, creating two more slashes on Gray's body but all he did was stagger a little. He still did not fall.

Rather, his eyes concentrated their focus on the Werecat that rushed at him.

The hunter with the whip paused and looked at the whip. For a bit, he could not help but doubt if the whip was working.

Even if it wasn't and the soul energy in it had somehow disappeared which was not possible, the sting of the whip was still more than enough to bring a Werecub like Gray to his knees.

After all, this was the same whip that was used on adults like elder Tam and only one hit from the whip made them groan in pain.

What no one knew even Gray was that the moment he focused his eyes on the werecat and the memory of the previous mind washed through him, it had excited his bloodline.

Even with the suppression collar about his neck, his bloodline was still roused fiercely. After all, it was carrying a lot of pain and hatred. All of which needed venting, and this Werecat had presented itself in overconfidence.

The closer the Werecat got, the sharper his blood turned within him.

It was slow but it happened. His breathing increased, becoming haggard, steam protruding from his nose. His muscles suddenly became taunt as his veins, like the roots of a tree snaked on his skin.

For a slight second, it was as if an ancient beast, bountiful in aura and taste for destruction had descended the mortal realm.

This made Andrew frown, as he felt something was not right, but it was too late. The Werecat had been too confident. 

It had crossed sharply the expanse of land to quickly reach Gray.

It lifted its claws high up in the sky, declaring the absolute decision on Gray's fate. 

The claws fell.

Everyone who saw this including Dan and Cherry, were left speechless. As far as any of them was concerned, Gray was already done for. After all, Gray did not even move.

His eyes seemed to have blanked out in fear.

Cherry screamed and Dan tried in his injury to kick against the ground and rush to his brother's aid.

Even the Hunters by the side and the people of the Aztec that were watching knew that Gray was dead.

At this moment, time seemed to have slowed down as a few words left Gray's mouth, "Got you!"

Only those of a high enough level and those that had their emotions heightened with care like Dan and Cherry noticed.

Gray had practically left an afterimage behind as his leg pressed against the ground, lifting him in the air over the Werecat.

"Blame your stupidity!" Gray's words reached her ears as his fingers moved and then he landed on the ground.

The moment he did, so did a head. It rolled and tumbled and then it stopped facing Andrew with its still eyes, forever open.

It took a while before anyone understood what was happening.

In fact, no one had moved until the sudden stream of blood like an erupting volcano splattered its contents from her empty neck.

The red juice poured right on Gray's face. 

The body, empty of a head, staggard a bit, back and forth, its arms in memory of the last order given from the head, flared in all directions, in search of a prey but it was all in vain.

The body of the Werecat staggard a little before it fell to the ground in its continuous spasms.

The blood spat out of the empty neck in jerks, like a pipe refusing to spit out more water.

A good amount of the blood had poured on Gray. 

It bathed him red, crowning him with the evidence of his achievement.

The hunters all froze and even Dan and Cherry were no exceptions. Gray was only level one in strength, but right now, right here, he was the anchor of the atmosphere.

Dan looked at the body on the ground and then at his brother, his speechlessness all of a sudden turned to full blown laughter.

"YES! That's right. That's My F*cking brother!!!" he laughed wildly. This action naturally roused the anger of the hunters and several of them rushed at Gray with whips and rods, beating him to the ground.

However, this was not even required in the first place, as Gray felt a strong fatigue rush through his body. 

"Shit!" he cursed to himself, "This body is still too weak for such a high level technique. My body has lost all its strength."

Gray fell to the ground amidst the continuous beatings. His body had shut off in such a way that he could not even feel the pain from the beatings.

"Wait! Wait!!" the fat man talking with Andrew rushed over to stop the hunters. 

He had broad smile on his face that revealed his less than perfect rotting teeth as he stared at Gray's slowly shutting eyes. 

"Prince Andrew, I'll take this one. I don't care the cost...!"