Chapter Thirty-Four: Formidable Combat Power!

The pack of wild wolves watched Qin Feng coldly, their eyes icy and menacing. They had seen their companion killed by him, and rage burned in their stares, their eyes glowing an oily green. In the next instant, two wolves sprang forward with savage speed, howling furiously as they bounded toward him. Their chilling cries seemed to draw the very warmth from the air, as if the world had become a thousand-year-old ice cave.

These two wolves were remarkably clever. They did not charge in a straight line, but ran in curving paths—crossing and shielding each other, their movements swift as spinning wheels, threatening to crash into him at any moment and launch a devastating assault.

For the first time, Qin Feng felt an unprecedented sense of danger. He realized these wolves were indeed as cunning as the elders had always warned. Now, facing them himself, the pressure was immense and the threat palpable. No matter what, he knew he had to fight with all his might and bring these wild beasts down.

The wolves closed in, stopping less than a meter away from him. The one in front leapt first, jaws gaping wide, aiming for his throat with a ferocity that seemed intent on snapping his neck. The attack was coming with relentless momentum.

Qin Feng understood the nature of wolves and knew how deadly their throat attacks could be. With a flash, he dodged aside. At that very moment, the second wolf leaped at him, aiming to tackle him to the ground and continue its assault.

With a deft movement, Qin Feng slipped beneath the second wolf's body and slashed upward with his military dagger—a blade honed to razor sharpness. A sickening sound rang out as he sliced open the wolf’s belly in a single stroke. Blood gushed forth, and its entrails spilled to the ground, a ghastly sight.

Feeling its guts spill, the wolf’s strength faded, but its momentum did not. It crashed headlong into a tree, its skull splitting open, white brain matter spurting out. It died instantly.

A mournful cry erupted behind him. The first wolf, which Qin Feng had evaded, sprang at him from behind, eyes blazing with hatred, jaws wide and fangs bared, lunging straight for his throat.

"Die!" Qin Feng spun around in a heartbeat, slashing his dagger at the wolf's neck with lightning speed. In a flash, the blade struck true. The wolf howled in agony, its body flung aside and landing hard on the ground, its neck severed. Air rushed in through the wound, the beast’s consciousness fading as death swiftly claimed it.

Seeing two more of their number fall, the rest of the pack grew even more enraged. Wolves surged forward, and in the next moment, three more broke from the ranks. They attacked from three angles, trying to surround Qin Feng and exhaust him through relentless, rotating attacks. Their strategy was clever: wear him down, then strike when his strength failed.

Yet, for all their cunning, these wolves faced a foe as formidable as Qin Feng. He knew their ways and fought with extreme caution and composure. He understood their intent—to overwhelm him with a blitz attack before he could react.

"In all the martial arts under the heavens, speed is invincible. It seems these wolves have learned the art of swift assault, but if you are fast, I am faster," Qin Feng thought, his eyes cool and calculating as he watched the three wolves approach, their jaws ready to tear him apart.

Gripping his dagger, he judged where the wolves would reach him and struck without hesitation.

Three cold flashes split the air. Blood arced through the darkness as all three wolves were hurled backward, crashing against the trees before falling to the earth, twitching briefly before succumbing to death—their necks cleanly severed, no hope of survival.

Despite the hollow gnawing of hunger in his belly, Qin Feng summoned a terrifying strength in the face of danger—an inner power even he had not known he possessed. He had to survive; he had to become a special forces soldier; he could not die. In his mind, he saw Su Yun still waiting for him.

"I will become a special forces soldier. I will not let Su Yun down," he vowed to himself. Resolve burned within him, driving him to fight on relentlessly. He knew he had to keep battling, to wipe out the wolf pack—otherwise, he would be the one to fall.

"Wolves, come! Let us see who will prevail!" Qin Feng shouted, glaring coldly at the pack. His icy stare alone seemed to drop the temperature by dozens of degrees, as if an ancient glacier had descended, sending shivers through the wolves.

The pack whimpered, many shrinking back in fear. None dared approach, cowed by the murderous aura emanating from him—a presence so terrifying they felt their lives hung by a thread. Panic seized them, and they retreated again and again.

Meanwhile, in the satellite monitoring room of the Tiger Commando Special Forces Unit—

"This kid—he’s got an impressive presence. Who would have thought he’d explode with such determination? He must have danced on the edge of death more than once. In a crisis, he exudes a frightening fighting spirit. It’s anyone’s guess who will win in the end," the squad leader remarked as he watched the live feed of Qin Feng. He observed everything clearly and found Qin Feng’s combat abilities formidable—this was a fine soldier indeed. Suddenly, the squad leader felt a vague sense of familiarity, as though he had met Qin Feng somewhere before, yet could not recall where. He decided not to dwell on it—if they really knew each other, perhaps it would come to him in time.

"He’s impressive—a fine soldier. His combat ability surpasses ninety percent of the candidates," said the lieutenant, who found Qin Feng remarkable.

"Indeed. His fighting ability is extraordinary, beyond that of ordinary soldiers. But whether he survives remains to be seen. Right now, he faces a savage pack. The wolves have been driven back, but they may attack again," the squad leader replied, increasingly astonished by Qin Feng. In his heart, he hoped Qin Feng would overcome the wolves.

"I believe he will triumph over the pack," the lieutenant said.

"On what basis?" the squad leader asked.

"Intuition. You may not believe in it, but I do—my instincts tell me he will prevail," the lieutenant replied, trusting his gut.

"I believe you. I, too, hope he survives this and emerges victorious against the wolves," the squad leader said. He knew that every candidate was precious, and he did not wish for any loss of life.