Chapter Eighty-Three: The Blue Wolf King Launches a Surprise Attack!

A cold flash streaked through the air, a spray of blood followed, and a wild wolf fell to the ground. There had been four wolves before—now, only three remained. They watched Qin Feng, recognizing the formidable strength he possessed. His battle prowess was extraordinary, marking him as one of the most powerful creatures they had ever encountered. Instinctively, they wanted to flee, but with the Blue Wolf King looming behind them, retreat was not an option. They had no choice but to fight Qin Feng with all their might, to see who would survive in the end.

True combat is never simple, and it always carries an air of the exceptional.

The three wild wolves glared fiercely at Qin Feng, their forelegs digging into the earth as they prepared to leap. In a flash, they sprang forward, forming a triangular formation. An aura of power radiated from them, signaling an imminent, ferocious assault. Their attack was a charge, relying on speed and force to knock down their target. Once their prey was on the ground, they had a thousand ways to finish the kill.

This was the wolves’ own strategy—the pounce tactic—and now the three seemed to unleash its most brutal form.

“A pounce, is it? Let me see what sort of attack you three can muster,” Qin Feng murmured, eyes locked on the approaching wolves.

At that moment, he saw the wild wolves almost flying through the air, their movements creating a swirling current as they leapt together. From a distance, it looked as if they truly soared.

“Incredible! These wolves seem to fly. Nature is full of wonders,” Qin Feng thought, astonished by the sight. He had just seen a blue-furred wolf king, and now these three appeared to take flight. The marvels of the natural world seemed endless.

But if they could fly, he would find a way to break their flight.

With swift movement, Qin Feng raced beneath a tree as thick as a bowl, sprang up, and pressed down on the crown, snapping it off and hurling it outward.

A sharp whistle, a dull thud—his makeshift weapon struck one of the leaping wolves midair. The beast howled in agony, crashed into a large tree, and slid lifeless to the ground. Blood poured from its chest where the blow had landed, directly over its heart. Struggling for a moment, it fell still.

The remaining two wolves, having lost their companion, found their formation shattered and could no longer maintain their flight. Yet inertia carried them forward, propelling them toward Qin Feng in a final pounce.

“Now!” Qin Feng seized his chance, darting toward the wolf falling to his right. His military dagger flashed, targeting the beast’s belly.

A ripping sound—the wolf’s abdomen was split open, blood spraying forth, entrails spilling to the ground. The air was thick with the scent of violence and power. The wolf staggered a few steps, looked down at its own spilled innards, and collapsed, life fading quickly away.

The last remaining wolf stared at Qin Feng in terror, truly afraid now. Not long ago, there had been six wolves, fierce and threatening. Now, one by one, they had all fallen to this man. The survivor could not help but retreat.

At that moment, the Blue Wolf King let out a chilling howl, its bloodlust ignited. Eyes glinting coldly, it glared at Qin Feng, determined to avenge the fallen pack.

The last wolf lunged at Qin Feng, its speed like a bolt of lightning.

“Divide and conquer seems to work quite well,” Qin Feng thought to himself. There had been six wolves, and now only one remained.

“I must not let my guard down. Even a rabbit fights with all its might when cornered. I have to give my all, too,” he reminded himself, knowing that only total commitment would see him through to survival.

The wolf reached him in an instant, jaws wide, fangs bared, aiming for his throat. This was the wolves’ killing technique—aiming for the jugular to suffocate prey and cut off blood to the brain.

Qin Feng’s dagger flashed, tracing a graceful arc. Blood sprayed as he struck, and the last wolf fell, writhing on the ground as blood gushed from its neck. Soon, it lay still.

Though it took long to tell, the flurry of violence had passed in a matter of moments.

Qin Feng had wiped out the pack, save for one—the Blue Wolf King.

Unable to restrain itself any longer, the Blue Wolf King attacked. Furious that its pack had been slaughtered, it wanted vengeance.

The attack came with no warning—a silent, deadly assault. Its powerful limbs sent it hurtling toward Qin Feng just as he finished off the sixth wolf. The Blue Wolf King’s presence was overwhelming, exuding a terrifying aura that spoke of a battle beyond the ordinary.

A heavy blow struck Qin Feng, sending his dagger flying. Caught off guard, he was knocked to the ground. Looking up quickly, he saw the blue-furred wolf.

“The Blue Wolf King…” Realization dawned as the beast lunged again, jaws gaping, aiming for his throat. The force of its attack was immense, and Qin Feng felt true danger for the first time. If the Blue Wolf King managed to clamp down on his throat, he knew he would be finished.

In that split second, with death close at hand, Qin Feng acted without thinking. Both hands shot up, grabbing the Blue Wolf King’s neck and pushing it away from his own. He knew he could not let the beast bite down. Drawing on all his strength, he forced the wolf’s neck outward, straining to keep death at bay. Bit by bit, his power grew, and the Blue Wolf King’s snapping jaws were kept from his flesh.