Chapter Thirty-Two: The Ferocious Wolf!

After running for a kilometer, Qin Feng checked his surroundings and found the area to be relatively safe. He stopped, and his stomach growled with hunger. He realized he needed to find food; only by eating could he regain the strength to fight and survive the jungle survival assessment.

He searched for most of the day without finding anything to eat, continuing to trek through the forest. After about half an hour, he arrived at the bank of a river, feeling tired from his search. He planned to rest here for a while before continuing his hunt for food. But then he saw a wild wolf drinking from the river. The wolf was as large as a calf—a formidable size. Encountering a wolf in the jungle was far from a good omen.

Qin Feng was startled. He hadn’t expected to run into a wolf here. He discreetly surveyed the area; the surroundings were open, with few trees. Escaping into the forest was nearly impossible. He had a gun, but it was loaded with training rounds for the exercise, not live ammunition—so it was essentially useless against a wolf.

Thinking carefully, Qin Feng realized the only weapon capable of fighting the wolf was his military knife. With this in mind, he quickly drew the blade, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes as he glanced at it and muttered, “It’s up to you now.”

He prepared to face the wolf with his knife, holding it firmly and aiming at the animal, ready to fight at any moment.

The wolf noticed Qin Feng as well. It whimpered softly, its eyes filled with a provocative challenge, as if poised to attack. Wolves are fierce creatures, one of the apex predators of the jungle, and they do not tolerate their authority being challenged lightly. To the wolf, Qin Feng was just another upright-walking creature.

Instantly, Qin Feng was furious. He hadn’t eaten or slept well for days, and after searching for food all evening with no success, the wolf dared not to leave and instead acted provocatively. Rage blazed in his cold eyes as he strode forward, his body radiating intense killing intent, making the temperature around him seem to plummet as if he were standing in an ancient glacier.

“Hah!” Qin Feng shouted, gripping the knife tightly as he charged toward the wolf, his fighting spirit surging, like a sword unsheathed and ready to strike.

The wolf was startled, confused by the overwhelming aura of this upright creature, as though it was competing for the wolf’s food. Living constantly at the edge of life and death, the wolf instinctively sensed danger and whimpered again.

“Hah!” Qin Feng shouted once more, startling the wolf again. It howled angrily but didn’t linger, turning to leave.

“I scared the wolf off—looks like my presence is pretty intimidating,” Qin Feng said. Though he spoke lightly, his heart was tense. If the wolf had stayed, he would have had no choice but to fight. He knew wolves were formidable opponents and best avoided if possible.

But if it came down to it, Qin Feng would fight.

“That wolf looked almost like a pet, and it actually ran away from me,” Qin Feng mused, surprised by the wolf’s retreat. Still, he knew wolves were among the fiercest creatures in the jungle, and now that he had encountered one, he needed to stay alert; there might be more nearby.

“A shame, though. Wolf meat is too tough and sour, hard to chew and difficult to digest. Otherwise, I might have tried to catch one for a meal.” Qin Feng drank his fill from the river, washed his face, and felt much refreshed. He refilled his canteen, knowing that water was essential for survival in the jungle.

“Now that I’ve had enough to drink, let’s see if I can catch a few wild chickens to fill my stomach.” His belly growled again; though water helped a little, without food he would still be weak, risking elimination.

“And I need to be careful, just in case I run into a pack of wolves. If that happens, a fight will be inevitable.” Qin Feng quickly rose and headed deeper into the jungle. With wolves appearing here, danger was likely, and he knew he couldn’t linger. He still needed to find food.

Qin Feng continued searching. About an hour later, he managed to catch a wild chicken. He didn’t build a fire to roast it, knowing that smoke could attract enemies and potentially lead to a fight.

He found a river, plucked the chicken, and cleaned it. Just as he was preparing to eat, something happened.

He noticed movement ahead in the jungle. “I’ll hold off on eating for now—something’s going on up front,” he thought, quickly hanging the chicken on a tree and tying it securely with a thin vine.

Carefully, he peered ahead. Qin Feng could vaguely make out something moving—glowing green eyes flickered in the darkness, terrifying and sinister.

Instantly, Qin Feng was on alert. He looked closer and soon recognized the creatures. “Wolves—so it’s wolves after all. Damn, these wolves really hold a grudge. I chased one away an hour ago, and now it’s returned with a whole pack. No wonder it fled so easily—it must have gone to fetch reinforcements. Well then, don’t blame me for being ruthless. If you dare provoke me, I’ll destroy you. I’ll show you I’m not to be messed with.”

Qin Feng hadn’t expected the wolves to bear such a grudge. He’d only scared one off, but now it had brought back a pack, evidently seeking revenge.

“Either I wipe them all out, or they wipe me out. There’s no third option.” Qin Feng knew wolves were vindictive—either eliminate them all, or face endless pursuit with no hope of escape.

“These wolves are truly fierce. With so many, I’ve encountered a pack. No matter what, I can’t let them get close. If the pack attacks, I could be finished.” Qin Feng stared coldly at the wolves. He knew there were many, and they were ferocious and powerful. He needed to be extremely careful if he hoped to survive.