Chapter Ninety-Eight: In the Martial Arts World, Speed Is Unbeatable—Battle the Wild Dog!

Qin Feng understood wild dogs very well. He knew perfectly that this one was aiming for his throat, and he looked at it calmly.

“You won’t succeed,” he said.

The next moment, he flicked out his combat dagger. With a sharp hiss, a graceful arc flashed through the air, followed by a chilling glint. A wet sound rang out, blood sprayed, and the wild dog’s neck was sliced open at once. Blood gushed forth as the beast collapsed to the ground. It did not even have time to let out a cry before it lost all sign of life.

“You thought you could attack me?” Qin Feng said.

Before he could even look closely at the dead dog, two more wild dogs were already charging at him with savage howls. They moved incredibly fast, fierce and brutal, attacking from two directions as though they meant to tear him apart. One came from the left, the other from the right, both sprinting at remarkable speed, intent on killing him, ripping him to pieces, and then devouring him whole before they would be satisfied. It was clear they were launching their strongest assault.

“So the dogs are smart. A two-pronged attack, huh? They even know how to flank from both sides. Not bad tactics. If it were ordinary beasts, you might have already finished them off. But today you ran into me, and I’m not going to let you get your way.

Come on then. Let’s see who kills who.” Qin Feng watched the two wild dogs, his eyes calm and steady. He knew the more dangerous the moment, the calmer he had to remain. Only then could he handle the pack better, and only then could he survive.

Holding his combat dagger, he calmly judged the dogs’ speed and approach. Suddenly, he realized just how cunning they were. They ran fast, weaving in and out in a way that made their positions hard to pin down, hard to predict. That only made their two-sided pincer tactic even more obvious.

“So that’s how it is. These wild dogs are quite clever. To survive in this primeval forest, they must have some intelligence. I need to be careful.”

He reminded himself to stay vigilant. Only by being extremely cautious could he better deal with the pack.

He watched the two wild dogs draw closer and closer, their movements becoming more erratic, while they kept guarding and attacking one another in coordination.

Very soon, the two dogs reached Qin Feng. They sprang at him at the same time. One lunged straight for his chest, baring sharp claws that glimmered coldly beneath the pale light, icy and menacing. It wanted to tear open his chest and rip out his organs.

It was a terrifying attack. If he were struck, his chest might well be pierced through. It was truly horrifying.

It was obvious that this dog meant to carve him open.

Qin Feng had fought wolves before, and he knew how savage their attacks could be. Even now, he could feel just how ferocious these wild dogs were. He instantly sidestepped the first dog’s assault.

Then, with another swift motion of his combat dagger, blood burst into the air. The second dog’s throat was slit open, and blood poured out like a spring. It crashed to the ground at once, struggling only a few times before losing all life. It could not understand how Qin Feng had killed it so quickly, but it no longer had the chance to understand anything at all.

It was dead.

“Powerful fighting,” Qin Feng thought to himself as he kept his guard up against the pack.

The next instant, the first dog leapt from behind him, snapping at his neck and trying to bite through his throat.

Yet Qin Feng seemed to have eyes on his back. He spun around at once and aimed at the beast’s belly. Another beautiful arc flashed by, another cold glint cut through the dark, and then came a tearing sound. Blood sprayed everywhere.

In an instant, the wild dog was gutted by Qin Feng. Blood burst forth in a shower as the beast flew through the air, its intestines spilling to the ground. With a heavy crash, it slammed into a large tree. Its entrails hung from the branches, blood pouring endlessly. The dog itself dangled against the trunk, convulsed twice, and then went still. Its eyes were wide open in death, refusing to rest. It could not understand why Qin Feng’s attack was so ferocious, why it was so fast, why he could launch such a vicious strike before it ever had the chance to react and kill it.

“Among all martial arts, speed is the one thing that cannot be broken,” Qin Feng said quietly.

He knew this well. Only by being fast enough could he kill the wild dogs, and only then could he survive.

“Come on, wild dogs. Fight me. Let’s see who kills who, and who survives in the end.”

Qin Feng stared coldly at the pack. He knew full well how formidable their fighting strength was. He also knew this was a terrifying pack of wild dogs. No matter what happened, he would keep fighting with all his strength. He had not chosen to flee. He understood that he had to fight hard if he wanted to survive.

“Calm down. The more dangerous it gets, the calmer you must be.”

He reminded himself again to stay calm. Only in moments of great danger could he deal with the pack properly, and only with sufficient composure could he live through this.

“I’ll survive. And I’ll see Su Yun again.”

There was a belief burning in Qin Feng’s heart. He told himself he had to live. He would see Su Yun again.

“You wild dogs will regret fighting me,” Qin Feng said, looking at the pack.

His killing intent was fierce, his aura soaring like a rainbow. He looked like a god of war, his entire body brimming with terrifying combat strength, extraordinary beyond compare.

The wild dogs bared their teeth and growled at him. They felt their authority had been challenged. No matter what, they intended to wipe Qin Feng out. They wanted to eat him alive, to make him understand what true, brutal combat really was, to show him just how formidable they were.

“Baring your teeth? Nothing special.” Qin Feng extended his combat dagger slightly. “Look at my weapon. This dagger is no ordinary thing. It’s powerful.”

He held it out before him. It was a fine weapon, and he believed it could reveal formidable battle strength. To him, the dagger was like a close comrade, one that could fight alongside him against the pack.

A chorus of howls rose from the wild dogs. They glared at Qin Feng, each one stamping at the ground and scraping the earth with its claws as if it wanted to tear the soil open. They were trying to display a horrifying level of combat power. It was as though they wanted to rip Qin Feng to shreds before they would stop, even to devour him alive before they could be satisfied. They wanted to dominate this forest, and no one was allowed to challenge their authority. They felt that today Qin Feng had to die. It was a fight to the death. That was their attitude toward battle, and the proof of their savage strength.