Chapter 81: The Mysterious Blue Wolf King!

“So it’s true, the wolf pack really is retreating.” Qin Feng gazed at the wolves withdrawing in the distance. He felt his own fighting strength was reliable, that he could take on these wolves even more effectively. His aura grew fiercer as he watched the scene before him, then suddenly shouted with all his might.

“Ah ha!” Qin Feng’s energy surged, grand and imposing. He thrust his military dagger forward, letting the blade glint cold and bright in the pale light. The wolves, seeing the weapon, were struck with dread. They knew that despite its small size, it was lethally dangerous—it had already claimed the lives of several of their kin. To them, the dagger was a tool of death, a reaper of lives, and they became all the more cautious.

The thought of that savage and terrible dagger made the pack even more fearful. They ran faster, desperate to escape, needing to get away from this place to somewhere safe, where they might survive.

“Afraid, aren’t you? If so, run while you still can!” Qin Feng watched the wolves flee, knowing his ferocity was driving them back. Only by fighting with all his might could he truly frighten the wild beasts away; only when they had truly retreated would he be safe. Otherwise, he would have to continue battling, and then his situation would be dangerously precarious.

Spurred on by his voice, the wolves ran even faster, scattering in every direction, unwilling to linger for another moment.

Suddenly, a piercing wolf howl echoed from the rear of the fleeing pack. This was not an ordinary cry—it was filled with scorn for all, majestic and domineering, the resonant call of a king. The aura it radiated was haughty and powerful.

Turning toward the source of the howl, Qin Feng saw a wolf the size of a young bull calf, its blue fur glistening, its bearing fierce and untamed. The creature threw back its head and howled again, the sound intimidating and regal. There could be no mistake—this was the wolf king, and an extraordinary one at that: a blue wolf king.

“I never imagined there would be a wolf king among this pack, and to think it’s a blue wolf king—that’s truly astonishing. Nature is truly full of wonders; I’ve never seen a blue wolf king before.”

Qin Feng marveled inwardly at the strangeness and mystery of the wild. He hadn’t expected to encounter such a rare creature—a blue-furred wolf was already uncommon, but this one, clearly altered by some unique mutation, was even more formidable, exuding the aura of a born ruler.

Despite his awe, Qin Feng understood well that this blue wolf king would be no easy adversary. Under ordinary circumstances, he might have chosen to flee, but now, with several wolves already slain, there was no turning back—the enmity between him and the pack was absolute. Attempting to escape would only provoke an even more vicious attack, and his chances of survival would be slim.

He had only one path left: to fight the wolf pack head-on. Only through battle could he hope for the slimmest chance of survival.

“Come then, blue wolf king, and all your pack—let’s see who will be the last one standing.” Qin Feng faced the wolves with icy calm. He knew a brutal fight was coming. He steeled himself, pushing his body and mind to their peak, determined to do whatever it took to survive.

The blue wolf king seemed to sense his challenge. It raised its head and howled again, the sound rolling forth with even greater force, a call to arms, a summons to its followers.

The pack responded at once, howling in unison. At the sight of their king, a surge of wild courage filled them. Their fighting spirit was rekindled—they understood the blue wolf king was rallying them for battle, and their target was Qin Feng.

One by one, the wolves turned back, abandoning their retreat. No longer were they fleeing; now, with their king behind them, they prepared for a furious assault, vengeance burning for their fallen kin. With the wolf king leading them, they no longer feared Qin Feng and could now attack him with renewed ferocity, determined to bring him down at any cost.

“The difference is clear—wolf packs with a king are a force to be reckoned with.” Qin Feng studied the blue wolf king and the reinvigorated pack. Their fighting spirit was intense, especially that of the blue wolf king. No matter how fierce this king was, Qin Feng would fight with equal force, determined to show his own strength.

“Very well, wolves. If you wish to attack with all your might, then come—let’s see who will prevail in the end.” Qin Feng’s entire being radiated a fierce fighting spirit. He knew the wolves were powerful, but he had to be stronger still to survive.

In that instant, three wild wolves howled and charged forward, their presence cold and terrifying, emanating a fearsome killing intent.

Without hesitation, the three wolves launched a savage attack, their movements swift and brutal. They cared nothing for tactics—for them, the best strategy was outright slaughter, to overwhelm and destroy their prey.

“Truly fierce,” thought Qin Feng, watching the three wolves rush at him. Their assault was relentless, each blow a killing move, as if intent on tearing him apart completely.

The blue wolf king stood behind, exuding a powerful aura, urging its pack to kill Qin Feng.

In a flash, the three wolves were upon him, lunging straight for his throat.

“You want to kill me? Impossible,” Qin Feng told himself. His own aura burned strong—he would fight on, displaying a ferocity to match their own.

He slashed out with his military dagger—three swift, whistling strikes, and in an instant, three flashes of cold light sliced through the air. Blood spattered as all three wolves fell, writhing on the ground, but after a few convulsions, they moved no more.

“The pack is indeed fierce, and with the wolf king at their back, they’re even more formidable.” Qin Feng sensed the pack’s ferocity had increased dramatically—the wolf king’s presence was undeniable. It was clear now: the wolf king was no ordinary beast.

“I must be careful, but I will defeat them.” Qin Feng steadied himself. The wolves were strong, but he would fight on, believing in his own victory. Only by overcoming the pack could he survive—he still had much to do, and he had no intention of dying here.