Turning his head towards Island Number 3, Mark's eyes fell onto Colby, whose eyes never left him.

  And an inexplicably smile came onto Mark's tiger face, as hundreds of shadowy tails started growing behind him, and the next second, he moved.

  Like a bullet leaves a gun, Mark moved with such speed that it shocked everyone. In a second, he had crossed the distance enough to leave all the flying wolves behind.

  Seeing this, Colby became so shocked and frightened that he howled, and the next second, from Island number three, hundreds upon hundreds of ice and fire wolves rose, blocking Mark’s path, as opening their mouths they spat their elemental powers.

  But as if he could predict the paths of fire and ice, Mark dodged left and right, but his speed never decreased, and his destination never changed, but the second he arrived before the fire and ice wolves, the hundreds of tails behind him moved.

  As if they had their own brains, within 100 meters, they slithered all the wolves' heads. Together, fifty wolves died instantly, but Mark never stopped. He kept flying towards Colby and kept killing the wolves, and the next second, the death count rose to a hundred, and the moment that happened, again the horrendous pain rose inside his body.

  ROAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…….

  Roaring in anger and frustration, Mark increased his speed, as slaughtering, dodging, and flying, he went towards Colby, and soon he reached him, but just to face more flying wolves, who blocked his path like a wall in front of Colby.

  But like snakes, his tails moved as they opened the path which could never stop him, and like a king, he moved, and with his right paw, he stepped onto Colby's head, and before Colby could do anything, he stepped down.

  BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM……

  The sound was so loud and horrendous that it stopped the battlefield itself, and their Mark stood like a king, and below his claw was the split head, from which the brain matter was flowing like water, as staring at all the wolves, Mark raised his head proudly and roared.

  RRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR….

  His roar was majestic, his proud figure even more so, but the next moment, all ice and fire wolves turned their heads towards one of the green-eyed wolves and bowed, and there stood a wolf that looked nothing like Colby, but was getting the same respect.

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  And inexplicably, the whisper flowed out of Mark's mouth, "Colby…"

  Hearing him, the wolf smiled, "Did you really think I would di………."

  Before Colby could finish, Mark moved, and just like he had crushed the previous Colby, he crushed this one too, and again the wolves moved their heads, and there stood fire wolf, which was now looking at Mark angrily.

  But before it could do or say anything, again Mark moved and squashed its head like a watermelon.

  AWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…

  The wolf howled angrily, which was now no longer on the third island but on the sixth island, as finally it was able to speak "YOU CANNOT KILL ME MARK, I AM ALL OF THESE WOLVES……."

  "To kill me, you will have to destroy all the islands, and then the sky, and maybe even then you will find me alive. So let's see who can survive this race. Who can survive these remaining 14 hours? Let's see who gets tired first, you, who is alone, or me, who has thousands of bodies. SLASH!!!"

  Colby screamed, slashed, and again the festival started, a festival of blood, from which more wolves rose.

  Wolves that were powerful and gifted, wolves that were agile and bloodthirsty, and they all turned towards one direction, and that was the direction where Mark stood.

  But Mark did not care about anything. His focus was only on the words that Colby spoke.

  All the wolves were Colby. Maybe he was lying, maybe he was telling the truth. He simply couldn't know for sure, but that was not the real truth, was it?

  The monsters of the forest gave him the answer, their wrath towards all the wolves who started flying.

  They were still going around fighting the flying wolves, killing them, and getting killed.

  The wolves that were the monsters of the forest itself, but now they were being treated as if they were an unknown enemy, so yes, Colby was telling the truth, and Mark knew it, but so what?

  So what if there were so many Colby's, all he needed to do was kill them all. If he couldn't kill them with the stats he had right now, then he would simply increase them.

  Once his agility stat was completed to the limit, then he would start killing the ants to fill his strength stat, then bloody mice to fill his endurance stat, and then the fishes to fill his vitality stat.

  He would kill anyone who could make him stronger, and once he was done, maybe he would be powerful enough to kill all the wolves. If not, then he would go around and keep killing Colby.

  Not the wolves that were all around, but only the wolf that Colby was in, and he would torture him, he would make his leftover living hours hell.

  And if Colby could wait for him to get exhausted, then he could wait till the end, so that both of them die together.

  If Colby thought that he would be able to kill him, then he was wrong, and he would make sure that Colby knew of that fact in those last moments of his life.

  He would make it so that Colby cried and begged for his life, and so-called perfect win, he would turn it into a perfect loss, just like he did when he slaughtered those students.

  Carl was left alive, but he made sure to break his legs and arms, to make sure that he spent the rest of his life bedridden and in a wheelchair.

  He gave him punishment that was worse than death, and Carl felt that punishment every moment since then, and he would make sure that Colby became just like him in his last moment of life.

  Helpless, hopeless, and completely vulnerable to no limit.