Chapter 101: The Wild Dog King Appears Without Warning!

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"Whimper, whimper, whimper!" Hearing Qin Feng's words, the pack of wild dogs ran even faster, scattering in frantic flight. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them, not daring to linger even a moment, not daring to fight. They only wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible—the farther they were from Qin Feng, the safer they would feel.

The wild dogs fled in a panicked stampede, desperate to disappear into the jungle, for only there could they hope to survive in these woods.

"Howl—!" But just then, a sudden, thunderously loud cry split the air. It was a sound of immense power, carrying the aura of a king, as if it scorned all things in existence. As if it were the very sovereign of combat, it radiated a regal presence and an overwhelming, terrifying pressure that shook the soul. It conveyed a sense of wild arrogance, the unmistakable bearing of a true master.

Following the direction of the howl, Qin Feng saw a wild dog larger than a young calf. It was truly ferocious, exuding an air of unbridled savagery. It raised its head and let out a long, piercing howl to the heavens, its voice dripping with contempt for all beneath it. Looking at it, one could not help but feel the presence of royalty.

That's right—it was the Wild Dog King, the sovereign of this entire pack.

"The Wild Dog King... I didn't expect this pack to have a Wild Dog King. Judging by that imposing aura, it really is the king. No wonder this pack has gathered together—normally they roam scattered and alone. So this is why: with a Wild Dog King in their midst, its regal bearing commands their submission."

Qin Feng marveled at the sight of the Wild Dog King. He realized that these wild dogs, too, formed packs—a truly curious thing to witness. The dogs held the Wild Dog King in the highest reverence; it was their sovereign, and they looked upon it with awe and devotion.

He felt the wonder of nature in this. Even wild dogs had their kings. Yet, reflecting further, he found it only natural. If a pack of wild dogs had gathered together, without a leading dog—or a king—they could never have unified. It was precisely because the Wild Dog King existed that they coexisted in peace. Otherwise, they would have fought ceaselessly until one emerged victorious as their ruler.

And this Wild Dog King, radiating such regal authority, was clearly no ordinary king.

His wonderings aside, Qin Feng knew full well in his heart that this Wild Dog King would not be easy to deal with. In ordinary circumstances, he would have fled as fast as his legs could carry him. But he had already killed several wild dogs, and between him and the pack, there was now an irreconcilable, life-and-death enmity. Escaping was all but impossible.

The moment he turned to run, the pack would sense his fear, and the Wild Dog King would command them to launch a ferocious assault upon him. They would swarm him from all sides. Just imagining it—a horde of wild dogs charging at him, tearing into him—Qin Feng dared not even picture the scene. He knew he had to fight with everything he had, with overwhelming ferocity, if he wanted any chance to survive.

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"You want to fight? Then fight we shall." Qin Feng sensed that a brutal battle lay ahead. But no matter what, he had to fight with all his strength. He had to wipe out this pack of wild dogs if he wanted to live.

"Only through a fierce, desperate battle is there even a sliver of a chance to survive." Qin Feng also knew that his situation was extremely perilous. This pack had its king, making their combat power terrifying. When they came for him, only by fighting ferociously could he hope to turn the tide.

"Wild Dog King, come then! Pack of wild dogs, come! Let's see who destroys whom, and who lives to walk away." Gazing coldly at the pack, Qin Feng steadied his breathing, adjusting his entire being to reach his peak state. He would fight this pack. He would survive.

Life and death cast aside—if you don't accept, then fight.

Let's see who can take down whom, and who lives in the end.

The Wild Dog King seemed to sense Qin Feng's formidable combat ability. It felt that Qin Feng was challenging it. It cast a dismissive glance at him, its eyes full of contempt, then raised its head and let out a long howl: "Howl—!" In that instant, a piercing cry spread through the pack, echoing across the jungle on all sides, imbued with the aura of a king.

It was summoning its pack to continue the fight.

"Howl—!" At that moment, the other wild dogs seemed to hear their king's call. They all began to howl in response, their eyes turning to the Wild Dog King. A fierce battle fervor surged through them, their bloodlust awakened, flooding them with an intense will to fight.

They knew their king had arrived. That was their sovereign. If the king displayed such overwhelming fighting spirit, then they too would show their own savage strength—to destroy Qin Feng, to avenge their fallen comrades, to devour his flesh, and to quench their hatred.

"Arf arf arf!..." In an instant, the wild dogs howled and turned around. They no longer fled. Instead, they radiated a savage, violent aura, their presence formidable and fierce. They seemed poised to launch another devastating assault on Qin Feng, to tear him apart and eat him alive. They wanted revenge. They wanted him dead.

What they failed to remember was that it was they who had attacked first, nursing their grudges—Qin Feng had merely fought back in self-defense. But the wild dogs had long forgotten that. All they wanted now was to destroy him.

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And now, with the Wild Dog King at their rear commanding the assault, their morale surged even higher, poised at any moment to unleash a truly terrifying battle upon Qin Feng.

"The Wild Dog King's deterrence is indeed powerful. Its presence alone is imposing. The moment it appeared, the pack's morale skyrocketed. It seems the difference between a pack with a king and one without is tremendous." Qin Feng observed the Wild Dog King and the pack, noting how their combat prowess had become truly fearsome.

At the same time, looking at the Wild Dog King itself, its fighting spirit burned with overwhelming intensity, as if it would annihilate everything in its path. It was utterly ferocious.

"Wild dogs, come on then. You've attacked me again and again with savage ferocity—so I'll show you no mercy. I'll strike back with overwhelming force, and we'll see who survives in the end." Qin Feng stared coldly at the pack, his gaze fixed on the Wild Dog King. He knew their combat power was terrifying, but he would fight with everything he had, and only by destroying the pack could he truly live.

In truth, he fought this pack for one reason alone: to survive.

"Arf arf arf!..." The pack erupted in a chorus of savage howls, their eyes cold and fixed on Qin Feng. They could sense his formidable strength, but theirs was no less mighty. And now, with the Wild Dog King's appearance, their battle prowess had surged to new heights. Let the stronger side prevail.

When two foes meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins.

Only the truly strong survive.

The pack knew this, and Qin Feng knew it too. And so they all fought with savage intensity, each side determined to destroy the other and live to see another day.

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