Chapter Eighty-Eight: Leopard, Allow Me to Show You My Combat Skills!

“Leopard, do you intend to hunt me for food? If that’s the case, then I won’t hold back. Come on, let’s see who destroys whom.” At the instant he saw the battle intent flash in the leopard’s eyes, Qin Feng stopped in his tracks. He knew a confrontation was inevitable.

The leopard stared coldly at Qin Feng, a murderous aura radiating from its body. It seemed determined to annihilate him completely, then devour him to sate its hunger.

“Come, let’s see who eliminates whom.” Qin Feng gripped his military dagger in his right hand, keeping his gaze steady on the leopard, every muscle taut. He remained vigilant, knowing how dangerous the beast was. He was uncertain if the leopard might summon others nearby. Though leopards generally act alone, there was a chance it had companions. If so, and they were called over, he would be in grave danger.

He also didn’t know where the pursuing soldiers might be in the jungle. He needed to deal with this leopard quickly, without delay. Only then could he escape this place effectively and rejoin his captain and the others.

“Finish this swiftly and leave here sooner.” Qin Feng quickly decided. He had to fight fast; lingering would only put him at risk. No one knew if there were more leopards, wolves, or even tigers lurking nearby. If he got entangled with this leopard and another beast ambushed him, he would be in real peril.

To these wild creatures, anything in the jungle could be food. Survival depended on finding something to eat; without food, they couldn’t live.

“This leopard looks fierce, its combat strength formidable—a tough adversary. No matter what, I have to fight hard and destroy it. Leopards are jungle predators; they rarely admit defeat. To defeat it, I must fight relentlessly, show it I am not to be trifled with.”

Qin Feng had sensed the leopard’s disdain earlier. He hadn’t expected to be looked down upon by a wild beast. Two conclusions came to mind: the leopard was exceptionally powerful, and it considered him a weak creature, devoid of fighting ability, easy prey.

If so, he would battle the leopard and let it know he was no helpless weakling, but a formidable adversary—stronger even than it.

The leopard, sensing Qin Feng’s challenge, seemed surprised that such a “weak” creature dared provoke it. It growled angrily, its gaze icy as it shook rainwater from its coat, then began to approach him slowly, emitting deep, threatening growls. Its aura was intense, making one’s skin crawl, its ferocity on full display, as if intent on destroying everything.

The leopard unleashed its formidable presence, seemingly to intimidate Qin Feng into fleeing. Then it prepared to launch a fierce attack, perhaps even toying with him, enjoying the thrill of the hunt. It failed to realize it had already enraged Qin Feng, who would not let it go easily.

In fact, Qin Feng’s battle aura was no less intense. He was no longer inexperienced; he had faced life and death, survived battlefields. Facing this powerful leopard, he felt no panic, nor did he lose composure. He watched the beast calmly, eyes locked on it, his demeanor tranquil. Raising his military dagger, he aimed at the leopard’s throat, ready to fight at any moment.

“Come on, you fierce leopard, so contemptuous—you’ll pay the price for your arrogance.” Qin Feng spoke coldly. He knew the beast was dangerous, seeing no one as a threat. It wanted to finish him, to make him its prey and fill its belly.

He also knew the leopard would target his throat, a killing move common among predators—sever the throat, let the blood drain, and render the victim helpless, an easy meal.

“If you want to bite my throat, I’ll do the same to you. Let’s see if I can sever your throat with my dagger. Leopard, I’ll show you my combat skills.” Qin Feng stared coldly at the beast, feeling confident he could cut its throat. No matter how tenacious its vitality, it wouldn’t be able to attack fiercely after that—it would fall.

But the leopard proved difficult to pin down. After seeing the dagger in Qin Feng’s hand, its movements became erratic, never lingering in one spot for more than a second. It walked and swayed, making it hard for Qin Feng to target its throat or track its exact position.

In the span of a few breaths, the leopard stopped less than five meters from Qin Feng—a dangerously close distance. Instantly, it grew more violent, its aura even more intimidating and savage, a prelude to its attack. This tactic was meant to terrify its prey, then strike ferociously, ensuring a swift kill.

“Are you about to attack?” Qin Feng had fought with wolf packs; he understood their ferocity. He also knew leopards were formidable hunters. At this moment, he sensed the leopard’s intention to strike. The corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile. He would fight fiercely, never letting this beast succeed. He would be even more ruthless, determined to destroy the leopard and prove he was no weakling.

Survival of the fittest—the law of the jungle. Only the strong endure and earn respect. Even if respect isn’t guaranteed, at least they can live.

“I will survive.” Qin Feng told himself, firmly believing he would make it through.

Suddenly, the leopard felt its authority gravely challenged. It roared furiously, stretching its neck forward, its limbs tensing as it launched itself at Qin Feng with incredible speed, like a bolt of lightning—its massive jaws aiming straight for his throat, intent on finishing him.

“You want to destroy me? Impossible. On the contrary, I will destroy you.” Qin Feng swung his dagger in an instant, slicing rapidly at the leopard’s neck. A flash of cold steel arced through the air, followed by a beautiful curve. In the next moment, blood spurted forth—Qin Feng had severed the leopard’s throat. It collapsed instantly, blood pouring onto the ground.