Chapter Thirty-Three: Fighting the Wolf Pack Armed with a Military Knife

At this moment, inside the satellite monitoring center of the Fierce Tiger Special Operations Battalion.

A soldier, responsible for Qin Feng’s safety, approached the battalion commander, pointed at one of the screens, and said, “Commander, look—number 59 is in danger.” The screen displayed Qin Feng confronted by a pack of wolves in the jungle.

“What’s going on?” The commander strode over, swiftly scanning the monitor. His brows furrowed instantly—the situation looked genuinely severe.

“Commander, should we dispatch a rescue helicopter? Number 59 is surrounded by a pack of wild wolves. They’re ferocious, and in the jungle, no one can predict what might happen next…” The soldier spoke, knowing full well that Qin Feng’s situation was extremely perilous. If the wolves launched a fierce attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.

“Commander, I really didn’t expect it to be number 59 again. He’s so unlucky—these are the most dangerous parts of the jungle. Packs of wolves, vicious beasts… Who knows if he can fight these wolves as he did with the giant serpent? Who knows if he’ll pull off another miracle?” the lieutenant remarked, feeling that Qin Feng’s predicament was dire. Even he wouldn’t be confident facing a wolf pack; only a miracle could save him, but the chances looked exceedingly slim.

“Forget everything else for now—miracles are unpredictable. Immediately dispatch the transport helicopter for rescue. If he manages to fight off the wolves and overcome this crisis, all the better. If not, we’ll pull him out. But then, he’ll have to be eliminated from the exercise.” The commander spoke with a hint of regret. Judging by Qin Feng’s current circumstances, he felt Qin Feng had very little hope of defeating the wolves. After all, wolf packs are extremely fierce, intelligent, and coordinate with each other. Even elite special forces might not prevail against them.

“Yes!” the soldier replied urgently, quickly contacting the transport helicopter for rescue. Given the situation, Qin Feng needed rapid assistance to make it out alive.

Meanwhile, the wolves crept ever closer to Qin Feng. Their numbers were considerable—though he hadn’t had time to count, he estimated at least a dozen. He stared intently at the pack, thinking to himself, “I don’t know if I can take them down, but no matter what, I’ll fight fiercely. Come on, let’s see who dries up first.”

Qin Feng was brimming with fighting spirit. Escape was not an option now; if he ran, the wolves would see it as fear, their courage would surge, and they’d attack him fiercely, swarming over him—then his life would truly be at risk.

“What weapon can fight wolves?” Qin Feng quickly pondered. He had a gun, but it was loaded with blanks, useless here. Soon he remembered his military knife. “This will do.”

He resolved to use the military knife for rapid combat against the wolves.

With a swift motion, he drew the knife, his gaze icy as he watched the approaching pack. His fighting spirit intensified—he grew stronger in the face of adversity, never one to surrender easily. He would fight with ferocity. His cold eyes were calm, his mind racing with strategies to deal with the wolves and resolve the crisis.

“These wild wolves really hold grudges.” Qin Feng realized now just how vindictive they could be. He had merely scared one fierce wolf at dusk, but it had returned at night, bringing a whole pack—not just one or two, but a dozen. Clearly, their aim was to tear him apart.

“I’m not one to be intimidated. Since you’re so vindictive, I’ll take you down and see how you hold a grudge.” Qin Feng gripped his knife, his fighting aura intensifying, ready for combat at any moment.

The wolf pack drew nearer, stopping about ten meters from Qin Feng. They appeared calm, betraying no anger, nor any fighting intent.

If you thought a wolf pack lacked aggression, you’d be gravely mistaken. Wolves are often silent before attacking—they’re clever creatures. Their quietness is meant to lull their prey, to conceal their intentions. Silence signals the onset of assault; at any moment, they could pounce. If you’re careless, you’ll be struck down in an instant, their jaws snapping at your throat—a single crunch, and your neck is broken; death is imminent.

“The wolves seem ready to attack. If you want to fight, come on—let’s see who takes whom down,” Qin Feng stared coldly at the pack. He sensed their terrifying aura; in this silence, they would burst forth with ferocious power. Yet Qin Feng felt no fear, his fighting spirit blazing. He knew that fear meant death. If you showed fear, the wolves would intensify their psychological assault, making you feel even more terrified. That’s how they maintain their place at the top of the jungle food chain.

So Qin Feng’s fighting intent was fierce, ready to battle the pack and show them he was no weakling.

“You think I’m a sick cat just because the tiger hasn’t roared? Impossible—I’ll show you my formidable strength, and prove I’m not someone you can trifle with,” Qin Feng said coldly.

Perhaps sensing their dominance was challenged, more wolves rushed over, howling as they came—“Awooo!” Their howls bolstered their momentum, eyes shining cold and green, their frosty fangs bared, saliva dripping, filling the air with a nauseating stench.

“Come on,” Qin Feng said coldly. “Awooo!” One wolf howled, then suddenly charged forward, its speed astonishing, leaving fleeting shadows among the trees. When it closed to within three meters of Qin Feng, its forelegs pushed off the ground, launching it high, jaws gaping wide, aiming straight for Qin Feng’s throat with savage intent, as if it intended to snap his neck and kill him outright.

Qin Feng had no intention of letting the wolf succeed. Calmly watching the oncoming beast, he judged its distance and location in a heartbeat. He swung his military knife swiftly—a cold flash streaked through the air, tracing a beautiful arc. In the next instant, blood sprayed—the wolf’s throat was instantly severed by Qin Feng’s blade. Blood gushed as it collapsed, struggling briefly before life faded from its body. Confusion and disbelief filled its eyes—it couldn’t comprehend how Qin Feng had so precisely judged its position and cut its throat. But it had no chance left—air flooded its artery, reached its brain, and its consciousness ebbed away, dying swiftly with no trace of life remaining.