Chapter 82: Dealing with Six Wild Wolves!

In the next instant, six wild wolves charged out, rushing toward Qin Feng from six different directions. They aimed to attack him from all sides—a classic pack tactic, with multiple wolves launching coordinated assaults until their prey was destroyed. Qin Feng sensed a fierce wave of danger, but he was a formidable fighter and would not let the wolves succeed.

The six wolves attacked with ferocity, their savage auras palpable. Their eyes were cold and ruthless, as if intent on annihilating everything before them. Their combat prowess was terrifying, each exuding a menacing energy that spoke of overwhelming force. This was the infamous pack tactic—when several wolves struck together, each delivering a swift attack, their combined assault became a tidal wave of violence, their strength multiplied, their ferocity unmatched.

Against such tactics, escape was often the only recourse, but Qin Feng found himself in a position where fleeing was not an option. He had no choice but to steel himself and fight the pack head-on.

There was another feature of the pack tactic—a relentless rotation, with the wolves taking turns in a war of attrition, wearing down their prey before launching an even deadlier assault, exhausting their victim until death.

“So, the pack tactic? Very well—let’s see how I break it today. I will survive.” Qin Feng steeled his resolve, knowing how frightful this strategy was. But with no way out, battle was his only option.

A chilling howl rang out behind them: the Blue Wolf King was crying to rally its wolves. It understood the tactic its six subordinates were employing and sought to bolster their morale, urging them to launch an even fiercer assault. The Blue Wolf King’s purpose was clear—to destroy Qin Feng. It glared at him with undisguised hatred, enraged that he had already slain several of its wolves. It would have its vengeance for the fallen.

At the Wolf King’s howl, the six wolves’ bloodlust was ignited. Their fighting spirit erupted, and they glared murderously at Qin Feng. Their eyes burned with a vicious light; they would not rest until they had devoured and torn him to shreds. Nothing short of his destruction would sate their rage.

“Come, then, wolves.” Qin Feng gazed coldly at his attackers, feeling the overwhelming sense of peril closing in. He knew their assault would be both relentless and deadly, but he remained composed. In such dire circumstances, calm was essential. Only by maintaining clarity of mind could he devise a solution and resolve the crisis before him.

Gripping his combat knife tightly, Qin Feng’s eyes never left the six wolves drawing ever closer. He could sense the looming threat of life and death.

“That’s it—I can use the divide-and-conquer tactic to counter their pack assault.” At the critical moment, a flash of inspiration struck him. He would break their formation by isolating and eliminating them one by one.

As the six wolves closed in, Qin Feng sprang into action. He targeted one wolf, deftly avoiding the attacks of the other five. His own aura grew formidable; even in the face of danger, his fighting spirit was extraordinary.

With a swift motion, his blade flashed coldly. In a heartbeat, he sliced through a wolf’s throat. Blood spurted like a fountain, and the wolf collapsed instantly.

Its eyes widened in disbelief, bulging with rage and confusion. It simply could not comprehend how Qin Feng had managed such a fierce and rapid attack, cutting it down before it could even strike.

But it would never understand. Its life ebbed away where it fell.

“In all the world’s martial arts, speed is invincible,” Qin Feng thought, recalling the old adage. His attack had been so swift, the wolf had no chance to react—only by maintaining this speed could he survive. Yet, he did not allow himself to feel complacent; he knew he had to continually improve, for only the strong could thrive in the law of the jungle.

The five remaining wolves growled low and cold, their eyes even more venomous, vowing vengeance for their fallen comrade.

With another chilling howl, they launched themselves at him again. Their speed was astonishing, their combined assault a maelstrom of violence. It was clear their intent was to overwhelm and finally destroy Qin Feng with this ruthless attack.

“Perfect timing,” Qin Feng thought, his presence intensifying. As the five wolves charged, he did not confront them head-on. Instead, he darted past four of them, moving swiftly behind the fifth. With a flick of his knife, a cold light flashed—a leaf sliced cleanly in two, and at the same moment, blood splattered as the fifth wolf fell, slain by Qin Feng’s hand.

The wolf collapsed with wide, furious eyes, unable to comprehend how Qin Feng’s attack had been so precise and fierce. After a brief struggle, it was still.

The remaining four wolves became even more chilling, seeing two of their number fall in an instant. With enraged howls, they lunged at him.

“Such formidable fighting spirit,” Qin Feng admitted to himself, impressed by their tenacity. Even now, they howled and attacked with undiminished ferocity, true exemplars of the wolf’s indomitable spirit. In other circumstances, he might have chosen to flee, but now he could only stand and fight. The wolves would never let him escape; only one side would survive. And Qin Feng had much left to accomplish—he would continue to fight the pack, until the battle was decided.