Chapter Seventy-Two: I Need to Leave Here as Soon as Possible!

The hungry wolf seemed to sense the aura of provocation emanating from Qin Feng as well. It growled in annoyance, fixing Qin Feng with a cold, piercing gaze. With a slight shake of its body, leaves tumbled from its fur and it began to approach him, eyes fierce, venomous, and malicious, as if it would not rest until it had destroyed him. Such was the nature of wolves: once they locked onto a target, they attacked relentlessly until their prey was eliminated.

Qin Feng was no longer the inexperienced youth he once was. He had participated in real combat and undergone two or three months of rigorous training, transforming completely. His entire bearing was formidable, and his strength had increased significantly. Facing the ferocious wolf, he did not panic; instead, he remained calm, prepared at any moment to fight and eradicate the beast.

"Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm," Qin Feng reminded himself. He had endured life-and-death experiences; confronted by this savage wolf, he was composed, neither flustered nor afraid. He knew that the more dangerous the situation, the greater the need for composure—only then could he survive.

It was only through calmness that one could think clearly and devise effective solutions.

"Come then, wolf. Let's see who destroys whom," Qin Feng gazed steadily at the wolf, fully aware of its ferocity and cunning. This was a terrifying creature. He locked his eyes onto the wolf, sharp and vigilant, ready to fight at any instant.

When the wolf was less than five meters away, Qin Feng raised his gun, aiming for the animal’s eyes, poised to fire.

Anyone familiar with wolves knows their legs, front or hind, are formidable, each tipped with claws capable of rending flesh and spilling blood. The wolf’s skull was hard—iron might not crack it—but with enough force, it could be shattered, though one must first strike precisely. Only then could the wolf be denied its chance to attack. Its waist, however, was quite vulnerable.

But this wild wolf had concealed its body completely; as it moved, it revealed nothing, making it nearly impossible to target its waist or launch an attack.

Now, the wolf’s fangs bared, ready at any moment to lunge at Qin Feng—intent on snapping his neck and satisfying its hunger.

"Is it coming? Very well, let it come," Qin Feng held his pistol, taking aim at the wolf’s head. He was prepared to fire a bullet, hoping to pierce the skull and kill the wolf, thus eliminating the danger before him.

"If I shoot, it must be a fatal blow. The wolf must be destroyed," Qin Feng understood clearly that he needed to kill the beast in a single shot. Otherwise, the wolf might howl, summoning a pack. Then, Qin Feng would have to face not just one wolf, but many—a perilous situation.

The wolf’s eyes were a weak point; a bullet could penetrate them and destroy its brain, ensuring its death and ending any threat.

Yet at that moment, Qin Feng realized the wolf was far more difficult to deal with than he had anticipated. Upon seeing the gun, the wolf seemed to sense its danger, constantly shifting its position and moving erratically, making it impossible to aim. When only two meters separated them, the wolf suddenly grew frenzied, its gaze venomous—a clear sign it was about to attack. It sought to make its prey panic, then seize the opportunity to strike and kill in a single blow.

"This wolf is clever, it knows how to unsettle its prey," Qin Feng observed. He had lived in the jungle since childhood and understood wolf nature; he knew the beast was preparing to attack.

Wolves are among the top predators in the food chain, possessing their own survival rules. This wolf was using psychological tactics before launching its assault, hoping that panic would allow it to strike and kill. Its strategy was shrewd; if allowed to proceed, it could easily destroy its prey.

But this time, its prey was not just any animal—it was Qin Feng. He understood wolf behavior, and he remained utterly calm. The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile. He knew the wolf was about to attack, but he would not let it succeed. The beast regarded him as prey, as food, but he had no intention of becoming its meal.

Suddenly, the wolf felt its dignity had been challenged. It let out an angry, chilling howl, its gaze icy. In a flash, it lunged at Qin Feng, jaws wide, fangs bared and glistening with saliva, eager to tear him apart and vent its rage—to capture its prey more effectively.

In an instant, the wolf was upon him. Qin Feng was assaulted by a foul stench, almost unbearable. He stared coldly at the wolf and said, "You want to eat me? It won't be that easy. I think I can kill you."

He aimed at the wolf and fired without hesitation.

Bang! The gunshot rang out, the bullet howling from the barrel straight toward the wolf’s eye, striking it instantly. The wolf’s attack faltered, but propelled by inertia, it charged forward, heading right for Qin Feng’s position.

Qin Feng dodged quickly, and the wolf crashed into a large tree behind him, smashing its head and collapsing in a pool of blood.

A plaintive howl escaped its throat; the light in its eyes faded. It could not comprehend how Qin Feng had struck it. Gradually, it closed its eyes.

Then, from a distance, several wolf howls echoed. "This is bad—a pack," Qin Feng thought, his expression shifting. He sensed these must be hungry wolves. He hadn’t expected a wolf pack to truly inhabit the jungle. Though the howls were far away, they were close enough to signal danger.

"This place isn’t safe. I need to leave immediately," Qin Feng deliberated for a moment and made his decision. He knew pursuers still lurked in the jungle, and he must depart quickly to escape peril.