Chapter Thirty-Seven: Take Down the Wolf King!

"Trying to escape? I won't let you get away. You want to destroy me, but I won't let you succeed," Qin Feng said coldly, his gaze calm as he stared at the Wolf King. He continued to grip the Wolf King's throat tightly, knowing he couldn't let it break free so easily, or else he'd be in danger.

The Wolf King was now terrified out of its wits. It hadn't expected Qin Feng to possess such formidable strength. The upright creature before it was far more frightening than any beast it had encountered in the jungle, almost impossible to fight. All it wanted now was to flee; it no longer dared to continue the battle. A sense of overwhelming dread surged within, convincing it that lingering here would only end in disaster.

The Wolf King struggled furiously, its strength growing with each twist. Qin Feng could feel the beast writhing, trying desperately to retreat.

Though Qin Feng held the Wolf King's throat in a vice-like grip, its struggles became ever more violent, draining his own stamina. If this went on, his strength would fade, and escape for the Wolf King would no longer be impossible.

"I can't let it escape," Qin Feng thought, his mind racing through countless possibilities. Whatever happened, he would not allow the Wolf King to get away. Wolves were vengeful creatures—if the Wolf King escaped, it might return with a pack, and the consequences could be dire.

His thoughts churned faster and faster as the Wolf King's thrashing intensified, threatening to break free at any moment. If it succeeded, defeating it later would be nearly impossible.

Just as the Wolf King was about to slip out of his grasp, a flash of inspiration struck Qin Feng. He suddenly thought of a strategy—a brilliant way to fight the Wolf King. "I've got it. I should have thought of this sooner. With this method, it won't escape."

By now, the Wolf King was nearly free. Qin Feng released his grip in an instant. The Wolf King felt the sudden looseness around its neck, believing it had finally broken the shackles. Without hesitation, it sprang backward. Terrified, it seized this rare chance to flee, determined not to waste it.

The Wolf King retreated rapidly, convinced that Qin Feng was a terrifying creature—more dreadful than any jungle beast. Such a person should never be provoked. Escape was the only hope for survival. Its mind was consumed by the urge to flee; nothing else mattered—not even the thought of retaliation. Nothing was more important than escaping with its life.

"Trying to run? You struck me and now want to escape? Not so easily. Now, I'll finish you," Qin Feng's eyes flashed with decisiveness and razor-sharp focus. In the instant the Wolf King retreated, he slapped the ground with his right hand, using the rebound to leap up. He appeared beside the Wolf King's head in a blink, moving with lightning speed, leaving behind afterimages. He targeted the beast's neck, stretched out both hands, and pressed down on its head, forcing it toward the ground with the aid of gravity.

The Wolf King, preoccupied with fleeing, was caught completely off-guard by Qin Feng's sudden attack. Unprepared and stunned, it was pinned to the ground, unable to muster any strength.

"Wolf King, you struck me. Now it's my turn," Qin Feng's eyes glinted with icy cold, the forest's chill reflected in his gaze. He pressed the Wolf King's head firmly with his left hand, and with his right, formed a fist and launched a fierce attack at the beast's head, moving as swiftly as a bolt of lightning.

"Bang!" His punch landed squarely on the Wolf King's eye. Qin Feng's force was immense, and the eye was vulnerable. The blow ruptured the Wolf King's eyeball, sending blood splattering.

The Wolf King howled in agony, stunned by the blow. One eye was now blind, and it couldn't believe Qin Feng's strength—one punch had shattered its eye. It struggled violently, pouring all its energy into escape, but found Qin Feng's grip as unyielding as an iron vise, impossible to break free.

"Let's try the other eye," Qin Feng acted swiftly, targeting the Wolf King's remaining eye. He swung his right fist and smashed down.

"Bang!" The sound echoed as the second eye was destroyed, blood spraying everywhere. The Wolf King was now completely blind, unable to see or muster the strength for another desperate struggle, its pain debilitating.

"Wolf King, you attacked me. Now, endure my relentless assault," Qin Feng said, calm and cold. He raised his fist and unleashed a barrage of blows to the Wolf King's head. "Bang, bang, bang!" His fists rained down like a storm, causing the Wolf King's skull to cave in.

After about a minute, the Wolf King's head was a mangled mess, blood flowing freely, brain matter oozing out. Qin Feng released his grip, and the Wolf King staggered, still trying to flee. It stumbled about blindly, crashing into a tree so hard its head split open.

"Trying to escape? You can't," Qin Feng spotted the military dagger on the ground and quickly picked it up. With a swift motion, he struck at the Wolf King's head, slicing it in two. The Wolf King finally died.

"Phew!" The ordeal was finally over. Qin Feng sat on the ground, gasping for breath. He realized how perilous this battle had been. Had he not been so strong or quick-witted, thinking of a way to defeat the Wolf King, it might have escaped. If that happened, fighting it again would be nearly impossible, and the Wolf King could return with its pack, putting him in grave danger.

"This Wolf King was formidable; it's fortunate I managed to bring it down," Qin Feng reflected. His luck had held—if not for his military dagger, or if the Wolf King hadn't been so bent on fleeing, the outcome could have been very different. Considering all the factors, Qin Feng felt he had triumphed over the Wolf King through both belief and luck. The Wolf King was the last to attack; if it had struck first, he might not have survived, and the wolves could have destroyed him.

"Wolf King, you are strong, but I will be stronger," Qin Feng said calmly, his heart full of conviction. He would keep fighting until the Wolf King was eliminated. He was determined to become a special forces soldier—his belief and his dream.