The Villainess Redeems Herself, The Beast Husbands are in a Daily Love Battle-Chapter 186: Absolutely Ruthless

The group of males around Jonah instantly felt their blood boil.

Each one was eager to outdo the others and show off in front of the Female Master.

Suddenly, a Leopard Clan beastman leaped out with incredible speed.

With a vicious slap, the sound of which echoed loudly, he sent the Antelope Beastman’s body flying backward.

"You think you can block the way? Say one more word and I’ll bite your leg off!"

The Leopard Clan beastman bared his sharp fangs.

The young beastmen watching nearby trembled in fear.

They clung tightly to their bags, curled up in the corner, their eyes brimming with tears, yet they didn’t dare to make a sound.

The passing beastman saw this scene, furrowed his brows, and silently clutched his fist.

But as his gaze swept over Jonah’s fierce companions.

And then fell on Claire Joyce standing there all alone, he hesitated.

He let out a soft sigh, then lowered his head and quietly retreated.

Even if he could beat this group of males.

But this female is too weak, her background unclear, her status low, with no one to rely on.

If she pestered him later, forcing him into a live-in son-in-law situation.

Wouldn’t his life be a never-ending nightmare?

Being relentlessly clung to is nothing to joke about.

Ah...

Being a male, life is truly suffocating, so best to endure when possible.

Why sacrifice one’s entire life for someone else?

Claire Joyce stood in place, her chest heaving intensely.

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the silent faces, her eyes showing helplessness.

But every time she tried to make eye contact, the males would either quickly look down, pretending to adjust a corner of their clothes, or bend down to tie non-existent shoelaces.

Some even turned and walked away, their retreating figures decisive and cold, never looking back.

Finally, she suddenly stood up from the ground, her legs trembling slightly.

"It was you who started it, we were just defending ourselves! Why treat us this way?"

Jonah’s expression turned dark instantly.

"I kindly offered spirit coins to buy something from your stall, and instead of showing gratitude, you let these little brats bump into me? Looking for a beating, are you?"

She pointed at Claire Joyce, gritting her teeth, and said vehemently, "If I don’t peel your skin today, I’ll take your surname instead!"

Claire Joyce hesitated no longer, quickly thrusting the little rabbits she held into the arms of a trembling young cub nearby.

In the next moment, her form flickered, fur rapidly sprouting, clothes tearing as she instantly transformed into a fiery red fox.

Her coat, like blazing flames, glimmered under the sunlight. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

She bared her sharp fangs, a low growl rolling from her throat.

This was a clear signal of battle among beastmen.

But her true form was really too small, slender, and tiny, with short limbs.

She seemed even less intimidating than a grown mongrel dog, her deterrence nearly zero.

The Bearman chuckled coldly, a grin spreading at the corners of his mouth.

In a sudden shift, his body changed, bones cracking, muscles swiftly expanding.

Upon unleashing his semi-beast form, his size ballooned more than tenfold.

"Tsk, a dirty little fox dares to act wild? Take a look in some water, see what you really are! If I don’t knock your teeth out today and have you begging for mercy on your knees, then I’ve wasted these centuries of my life!"

Claire Joyce had survived alone till now, struggling step by step from the lawless wilderness.

It wasn’t by luck, nor by anyone’s protection.

Just as the Bearman charged in, she crouched, springing out like a released bowstring.

Using her agility and flexibility, she dodged around, her sharp claws slicing the air like knives.

With several "shhh" sounds, deep gashes immediately appeared on the Bearman’s sturdy arm.

The Bearman roared in pain.

He threw his head back and let out an earsplitting howl.

The young beastmen around were already scared out of their wits by this display.

Only a few powerful large beastmen stayed, watching coldly with interest.

However, no matter how agile she was, it was ultimately hard to counter the substantial power gap.

Enraged, the Bearman stopped holding back and suddenly swung out a powerful palm.

The wind howled, stirring up a violent gale.

Dirt and dust sprayed everywhere, the entire ground seemed to tremble.

Claire Joyce tried her utmost to evade, yet still was struck by that wild force on her shoulder.

Her entire body flew sideways, slamming hard into the dirt, forming a shallow crater.

The male beastman whom she had previously slapped away stood by, clutching his face, and seeing this, snorted with laughter.

"Oh, hey! Didn’t you always brag about being able to crush boulders with a punch, like ’lifting mountains’? Now, you’re being toyed with by a little fox, like playing with a cat. That’s some embarrassment!"

"Female Master, don’t worry!"

The Bearman panted heavily, his eyes red, voice hoarse.

"She’s too crafty, caught me off guard with a sneak attack! Just wait a moment, I’ll disable her for good so she can’t even lift a finger again!"

He no longer had the playful attitude of toying with an opponent and seemed filled with murderous intent.

Treading heavily, he stepped closer, inch by inch.

His massive paw-like hands lifted high, palms covered with calluses and cracks.

With immense force, they came down securely over Claire Joyce.

Claire Joyce gritted her teeth, her chest heaving dramatically.

She took a deep breath, her lungs burning painfully.

But her gaze remained sharp as a knife.

Just as the oppressive wind from those hands descended like a mountain, she leaped suddenly, narrowly brushing the edge of the palm, slipping behind the Bearman.

But she didn’t take the opportunity to attack nor continued the entanglement.

She changed direction, mustering all her remaining strength, and charged back at Jonah!

She intended to seize him as a hostage to force the beastmen to retreat.

This was her last chance to survive.

Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, she refused to give up.

But just as she raised her hand, her fingertips yet to touch the edge of his clothing.

Jonah hadn’t moved a muscle, but simply turned his head slowly.

In that instant, it was as if a heavy iron hammer fell from the sky, smashing into her skull.

"Ah!"

Claire Joyce let out a piercing scream, clutching her head.

Her entire body crumpled, writhing in agony on the ground.

The pressure of A-level spiritual power poured down.

That disparity in level was something a B-level superpower user simply couldn’t withstand.

The surrounding male superpower users, seeing this, burst into shrill laughter.

From their mouths spilled unmasked ridicule.

"What a senseless little fox! Who doesn’t know that in this training ground, Female Master Jonah’s spiritual power is the strongest? She dared to challenge it head-on? Tired of living, isn’t she? If that’s not courting death, what is?"

They quickly gathered around Jonah, their faces full of flattering smiles.

"Master Jonah, your glance was masterful, controlling your spiritual power just right, teaching her a lesson without taking her life — a true feat of elegance and skill!"

Praise rang out one after another.

But rather she sat high upon her pedestal.

The recently mentally-overhauled Bear Husband, whose previously vacant gaze, instantly focused upon hearing the command.

He let out a low roar, muscles bulging, feet digging deep, suddenly raising his leg, and stomping hard on Claire Joyce’s chest.