Chapter Thirty-Six: The Ferocious Wolf King!

“Yes, his potential is immense—this is truly a test for him,” the lieutenant remarked, feeling that Qin Feng's combat ability was impressive and that now was the moment to assess him. He was tense, uncertain whether Qin Feng could endure, whether he could resolve the crisis before him.

“I hope he can overcome this danger. If he does, he will have truly grasped the essence of survival in the jungle,” the captain said, his heart filled with hope that Qin Feng would prevail. He also felt Qin Feng looked familiar; it was as though he had seen him somewhere before.

“I've seen this guy before? But why can't I recall it?” The captain’s eyes brimmed with thought as he searched his memory, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quite remember where he had met this young man.

“This guy’s combat prowess is formidable—just like my sister’s. Could he have trained with her?” the captain mused. His sister was renowned for her strength, especially in the elite unit, which was inaccessible to most.

“Could they be connected?” The captain pondered, feeling there might be some link, yet unable to piece it together. He let the thought go and focused on the screen, uncertain if Qin Feng would survive.

At that moment, three vicious wolves sprinted forward, coming within a meter of Qin Feng. They leaped, jaws wide and fangs gleaming, aiming straight for his throat. Their tactic was a coordinated assault, intending to break his neck and eliminate him swiftly—a brutal strategy.

“Come then,” Qin Feng whispered, his gaze icy and composed. He knew his situation was perilous; he reminded himself that in the face of danger, calmness was essential. Only then could he truly confront the crisis. The wolves were so close he could smell the foul stench of their breath. He gauged their attack and quickly swept his military knife.

Three flashes of cold steel, three spurts of blood—the throats of the wolves were slit in an instant, blood gushing as they collapsed, struggling briefly before life left them. Their arrival was swift; their demise swifter.

“Howl!” Suddenly, three more wolves burst from the pack, moving with astonishing speed, like streaks of lightning leaving afterimages in the jungle. Their ferocity was overwhelming, as if nothing could withstand them.

“Three wolves in a triangular formation—they've learned tactics, a three-sided assault,” Qin Feng observed coolly. He had just killed three wolves, but these new attackers were smarter, approaching from three lines rather than one. Even with his swift knife, it would be tough to take them all out at once.

“You’re clever, but cleverness can be your undoing,” Qin Feng’s eyes flashed with sharp light. He launched a circular attack, choosing to strike along one line as the wolves converged from three directions.

He dodged the attacks of the first and third wolves. With a thud, those two collided, struggling to regain their footing and continue their assault.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Feng plunged his knife into the second wolf’s throat, slicing forward.

The wolf’s head was nearly severed, blood pouring as it crashed against a sturdy tree, its remaining half exploding instantly. The beast died on the spot.

“Howl!” The remaining two wolves howled and launched their fiercest attack, determined to avenge their fallen comrade.

“Now!” Qin Feng struck, his knife flashing twice. The two wolves were dispatched instantly, their bodies writhing in bloody puddles, howling in agony before dying. Their eyes were full of confusion—how could Qin Feng defeat them when their strength was so great? Clearly, his combat ability surpassed theirs.

By then, Qin Feng had eliminated the surrounding wolf pack, save for one—the strongest, the Wolf King.

The Wolf King attacked with lightning speed, charging straight for Qin Feng. It had watched its companions fall, rage burning fiercely within. Unable to contain its fury, it sought vengeance for its fallen comrades.

Its speed was astonishing, launching a surprise attack that knocked Qin Feng to the ground.

Qin Feng’s knife was pinned to the dirt, his body crushed beneath the Wolf King. In that instant, he felt a life-and-death crisis unlike any he had ever known. He caught the wolf’s acrid scent, and rows of razor-sharp teeth appeared before his eyes, drooling foul saliva, exuding a murderous aura that threatened to obliterate everything.

“The Wolf King has made its move—so, you finally couldn’t hold back. I never expected it to be so fierce,” Qin Feng thought. The next moment, he saw the Wolf King’s head darting toward his throat, poised to sever it and end his life.

“Am I about to die? No, I will not die. I must survive—Su Yun is still waiting for me,” Qin Feng’s heart surged with resolve, unleashing a powerful fighting spirit. At the brink of death, his hands shot forward like lightning, gripping the Wolf King’s neck, pulling it away from his throat.

The Wolf King felt Qin Feng’s hands clamp its neck like steel pincers. It struggled fiercely, but as it exerted force, it began to feel breathless. Qin Feng’s grip cut off its airway; for all its strength, it was overwhelmed, suffocating, sensing a dire threat to its life. If this continued, it would surely die at the hands of this upright creature.

Desperate to escape, the Wolf King retreated, digging its claws into the earth in a frantic effort to free itself, gouging a small hole in the ground. Its struggle made clear how intensely it wanted to break free from Qin Feng’s grasp.