Chapter One Hundred: You stray dogs are scared now, aren’t you? Run, quickly—otherwise not one of you will escape!

“Aren’t you supposed to be strong? Then come on—show me what you’ve got. Come on, let’s see who can wipe out the other side first.”

Qin Peak’s body radiated a fierce, overwhelming combat aura. His momentum surged like a rainbow, and with a thunderous shout he poured out an astonishing will to fight. He knew that only by displaying a truly formidable killing intent would he stand a chance against the pack of feral hounds.

He could feel just how terrifying their fighting power was. Only by proving himself stronger than they were could he destroy them—and survive.

“Ha!”

In an instant, Qin Peak bellowed again, and a violent surge of blood-and-qi burst from his body. His presence blazed like a rising storm, making him seem like a war god standing there, his battle strength so ferocious that the hounds felt as though one charge would mean one dead beast, two charges would mean a pair wiped out. It was a truly terrifying display. To them, Qin Peak looked like the most savage creature in the forest—utterly dreadful.

Qin Peak fixed the pack with a cold stare. A crushing aura rolled off him, so intimidating that the hounds felt a chilling dread, as though a murderous frost had fallen over the world. The temperature around them seemed to plummet dozens of degrees in an instant, plunging them into an ancient glacier, as if they would be frozen into lifeless statues.

Wailing softly, the surviving hounds began to back away. Qin Peak’s combat strength was simply too terrifying. They had never imagined a two-legged creature could possess such fearsome power. It was horrifying—absolutely horrifying. The force radiating from him made him seem like a war god, unmatched and nearly invincible.

They knew fighting such a creature would be nearly impossible. If they charged now, they might not even know how they died.

They wanted to live. They wanted to keep roaming the forest. They did not want to die here. They were one of the dominant forces in this stretch of wilderness; to perish so easily would be far too unjust.

Afraid to even breathe too loudly, they turned at once and tried to flee. Trembling all over, they dared not linger for a moment longer. They had already been shaken to the core. Qin Peak was far too strong. They had never expected to encounter someone so formidable. Their will to fight had collapsed completely, and in their minds Qin Peak had risen to the level of some primordial beast—something utterly terrifying.

They could no longer bear to fight him. All they wanted was to run. If they escaped, perhaps they could still survive. A man this powerful was not to be provoked.

“Is the pack really retreating? I can’t tell whether this is a true withdrawal or a feint. I have to be careful. I need to recover my strength as quickly as possible and be ready for whatever comes next. Feral hounds are cunning. No one knows whether they’re really falling back. I can’t let my guard down. I have to stay on full alert. Only then will I have a better chance of surviving against them.”

Qin Peak knew how sly feral hounds could be. He could not relax for even a second. On the surface, they seemed to be withdrawing, but he could not tell whether they were truly retreating or merely driven back by fear. He needed to restore his strength as quickly as possible while this opportunity lasted, so that if they turned and attacked again, he would still have enough power to fight.

Feral hounds were formidable creatures, among the more dominant predators in the food chain. Even when they appeared to attack, were they not also gathering their strength for another assault?

They might be retreating only to advance, then launch a ferocious strike. Such a tactic was enough to chill the blood.

When you let your guard down, they would strike again. By then, if your vigilance had already loosened, it would be hard to react in time. They would pounce all at once, and before long you would be finished.

This was the hounds’ way of fighting. It was terrifying.

So Qin Peak did not relax for an instant. He watched his surroundings carefully, ready for danger at any moment, ready for another attack from the pack. He had to display overwhelming combat power if he wanted to wipe them out.

He understood perfectly how terrifying their offensive force was, and that force carried a suffocating sense of danger. It made one realize just how ruthless these hounds truly were.

“Keep watching. See whether the hounds are really retreating.”

Qin Peak looked at the pack with calm eyes and noticed that they did indeed seem to be withdrawing. They appeared thoroughly frightened, not daring to linger. They only wanted to leave this place so they could be safe and survive. They no longer dared to fight him. To them, Qin Peak’s combat power was simply too horrifying. They still wanted to live a few more days, to keep fighting in this forest, to continue ruling this wilderness.

At that moment, the pack was retreating quickly. They did not dare look at Qin Peak. To them, he was a terrifying being, and they feared he might strike them down with a single move.

“It looks like the pack really does want to retreat.”

Qin Peak could sense that they truly intended to withdraw. They were falling back little by little, and their speed was not slow at all as they rushed deeper into the forest.

“In that case, my combat power is still pretty good. I can take on a pack of feral hounds.”

Qin Peak felt that his battle aura was still strong enough to keep fighting them.

He studied the path ahead carefully and felt he could press once more, forcing the hounds to retreat even faster.

“Ha!”

His aura erupted instantly. He extended the military dagger in his hand a little farther, revealing an even more imposing presence. His momentum soared, and the hounds felt an even more dreadful combat aura. Then they saw the gleaming blade of the dagger, and it only made them more alarmed. They knew exactly how deadly it was. It had already slain one companion after another. To them, it was a killing tool, a weapon that took lives. They could not come close. Once they did, they would be annihilated.

The dagger seemed all the more terrifying, and the pack’s fear deepened. Their pace quickened. They knew they had to leave this place as fast as possible if they wanted to stay alive. If they lingered any longer and Qin Peak continued to display such fearsome combat strength, then once that dagger unleashed its full killing power, they might very well lose their lives.

“Hounds, weren’t you fierce just now? Weren’t you so strong? Come on, why are you afraid now? Run faster, or none of you will get away.”

Qin Peak watched the pack and saw that they were indeed fleeing. He pressed them harder, so they would run even faster. Once the hounds were gone, he would be safe. Otherwise, he would have to keep fighting them, and that would likely become an intense and brutal battle.