Chapter 178: Battle Against the Wolf Pack (Seeking Support)

There was no road in the world until enough people walked it.

The path along the lake was uneven and extremely inconvenient to walk on; after walking a while, Qin Yun returned to the forest.

Although the forest was not easy to traverse either, compared to the chaotic lakeside path, it was actually somewhat easier. But the forest hid various dangers—insects, poisons, hidden ditches, or fissures.

Yet these problems were trivial for him.

After finishing a hearty lunch, he resumed his journey, inching closer to the check-in point.

Seventy kilometers was not far; on flat ground, he could cover it in a single day. But in this unfamiliar, freezing environment, even he had to proceed cautiously and slowly.

"Though the temperature is extremely low, you can't be one hundred percent sure no brown bears, gray bears, or black bears have awakened. Hibernating animals don't stay asleep forever. They wake when hungry, or when there's movement."

Qin Yun swept the ground ahead with a wooden staff as he walked.

Occasionally, he shoved a lichen strip into his mouth; to viewers in the livestream, he seemed like he was strolling in his own backyard, utterly lacking the cautiousness others displayed.

Qin Yun couldn't see the comments; if he could, he'd sneer, dismissing the current situation as child's play.

In difficulty, it didn't even compare to his usual livestream challenges.

"Howl—!"

Suddenly, a roar echoed from afar, startling the livestream viewers.

"Holy shit, wolves again? Does Qin Ye have a grudge against wolves in a past life?"

"Arctic wolves, among the largest wild canids on Earth."

"Streamer, run! Arctic wolves never show up alone—minimum five."

"You guys probably haven't watched Qin Ye 's livestreams before."

"Hahaha, obviously not. Anyone who's watched Qin Ye 's livestreams wouldn't worry—they'd worry for the wolf pack."

"Are you kidding? That's a wolf pack—how could any human survive?"

"Just watch."

Domestically, all was calm; abroad, those following Qin Yun's livestream reacted with fear and excitement.

"Wolves? This Chinese guy is dead."

"Hahaha, he'll definitely press the rescue button."

"If Jack were here, he'd find a way out—but this Chinese guy? Not so sure."

"Qin, be careful!"

TikTok was mostly foreigners, so they held little affection for Qin Yun—viewing him purely as entertainment. Only a few, like Jerry, felt genuine concern for the livestream's developments.

At the production camp, Daniel smiled faintly: "George, it seems your favored Chinese friend is about to call for rescue."

George sipped his coffee calmly, showing no worry: "I actually hope he meets them face-to-face—then you'll understand why I'm certain he'll win this season's championship."

Qin Yun squinted, calm inside, and spoke to the camera: "Arctic wolves. No need to worry—I have a bow and arrows. As long as the pack isn't too large, I can defend myself."

Seeing his composure, some TikTok viewers scoffed; others grew eager.

Bravery is a human virtue—not everyone possesses it. At least Qin Yun's fearless demeanor screamed true masculinity.

This resonated deeply with Western audiences.

Qin Yun pressed forward. The distant wolf howls came intermittently, and within minutes, his livestream's popularity surged to the top—countless viewers fixed their gaze on him.

The sky was still bright, over two hours from sunset.

As he walked, the terrain began to rise—a rounded mound appeared before him. He didn't pause, climbing the slope. Snow here was deep; when he finally crested it, his steps halted.

He subtly ducked behind a large tree, but the drone quickly ascended, locking onto another mound two hundred meters away.

Though layered trees blocked the view, the massive Arctic wolf atop the mound was unmistakable; the other five were faint, barely visible in the forest.

The wolf king was currently devouring something, its mouth caked in blood.

But mid-meal, it suddenly lifted its head, staring straight at the drone's lens.

Instantly, viewers watching Qin Yun's livestream were startled.

Anyone suddenly locked onto by a grotesque, ferocious beast would feel chills.

At the production camp, George appeared calm—but his palms were sweaty.

Seeing it was one thing; experiencing it was another. He couldn't be sure Qin Yun could scare off these beasts—if they surrounded him, and unfortunately… he dared not think further. His coffee lost its flavor.

Daniel remained calm. As long as contestants didn't press the rescue button, the production team bore no legal responsibility—it was signed in the agreement.

For him, ratings, viewership, and engagement mattered more than anything.

This collaboration with TikTok was a crucial experiment.

"Fucking hell, that Arctic wolf's terrifying—so vicious, not even a hint of cuteness."

"I think it's handsome—white fur, like an elf."

"That body's at least two meters long—holy shit, huge. Even if not as heavy as a tiger, it's gotta weigh a hundred or two hundred jin."

"No big deal—just one punch for Qin Ye."

Qin Yun saw the wolf king staring at him—he knew his scent had been detected.

"Wolves have an acute sense of smell. Even two hundred meters away, my human odor is pungent to them. But wolves are cautious creatures—I wonder if they'll attack?"

He stepped out from behind the tree, locking eyes with the distant alpha wolf—no retreat, no evasion.

This act was a direct confrontation—foreign viewers on TikTok erupted in shouts.

"This Chinese guy's got guts. Impressive."

"Two hundred meters? For Arctic wolves, that's less than half a minute. He's reckless—he should've retreated immediately."

"He's dead. This handsome Chinese guy's gonna get torn apart—will the show even continue?"

"Howl—howl—!"

The wolf king stared at the approaching figure, sensing a faint threat.

As a wild beast, its senses were sharp. Any creature that triggered its threat perception—if alone—it would never attack. But now, with five subordinate Arctic wolves beside it, it felt no fear.

That howl jolted the entire pack into alertness.

The wolf king lunged downward, charging straight at Qin Yun; the other five wolves immediately roared and followed.

"Howl—howl—howl—!"

A cascade of howls erupted in the livestream.

At that moment, Qin Yun's livestream popularity skyrocketed to its peak—countless eyes fixed on the handsome, fearless face in the frame.

In the sunlight, Qin Yun gazed at the wolf pack advancing through the forest, a faint smile curling on his lips.

"Guess I can't avoid it." He casually clipped a sports camera onto a nearby branch; the drone ascended to lock onto him, while another sports camera was strapped to his chest.

"I actually gave them a chance. They didn't take it. Now I have no choice but to act."

His words left viewers confused—was this Chinese guy mentally unhinged?

On Douyin, Qin Yun's longtime fans erupted in excitement.

"Hahaha, Qin Ye 's about to show off again."

"These wolf pups' relatives in China never warned them—otherwise they wouldn't be so stupid."

"How many wolves are there? Can Qin Ye really handle them?"

Su Huan clenched her nails, heart leaping into her throat.

Though she knew Qin Yun was powerful, these were wolves—man-eaters. One misstep, and he could die.

"Please don't get hurt, idiot."

In the art college dorm, Chu Xin, Jiang Chuji, and Su Wenjing covered their mouths, tense; in Shanghai's Ziyuan, Xia Xiaoxing and Xia Xiaochuan stared excitedly at their phones; in the office, Han Wei appeared calm—but her unwavering gaze betrayed her anxiety.

In Beijing, Shen Hu, Zhang Chao, Jiang Bingbing, Fan Chen, Song Ya… all who knew him held their breath, hearts pounding.

In Zhoushan, Hu Di and Shen Jia hid in the bathroom, barely breathing, afraid they'd startle Qin Yun.

In Jinhua, Lin Yao looked worried; Shi Lulu wore a barely perceptible sneer.

Friends like Chen He, Deng Chao, Zhao Liying, Xiao Zhan—all now wide awake, eyes glued to the livestream.

In Canada, it was 2 p. .; in China, it was 2 a. .

Two hundred meters meant nothing to wolves—they covered it in mere breaths.

Qin Yun paused, then set his bow aside, drew his dagger, and looked up at the drone: "Friends who've watched my livestreams know I know a bit of hand-to-hand combat. Today, I'll demonstrate how to defend yourself against a wolf pack in the wild using only a dagger."

As he finished speaking—

"Aaah…"

From the forest, six massive Arctic wolves burst forth, splitting left and right, swiftly appearing at the slope's base.

The alpha wolf snarled, blood still dripping from its fangs; the other five were much the same—each mouth smeared with fresh blood, clearly just finished feeding.

Facing these six beasts, Qin Yun spoke—and then charged down… down… down… down…

Foreign viewers on TikTok stared, dumbfounded.

What the hell—why rush to die?

Seeing Qin Yun charge down, the alpha howled; the other five wolves immediately scattered and lunged toward him.

The wolf king didn't move. It even stepped back a pace, its cold gaze locked on Qin Yun—ready to strike at any moment.

As the two sides closed in, battle was imminent.

At the production camp, everyone watching stood up. The main screen now displayed only Qin Yun's livestream.

At that instant, the heat from all forty-nine livestreams converged into Qin Yun's—statistics showed his viewership had likely surpassed two hundred million.

"Dudududu…"

At that moment, the rescue alarm at the production camp blared. Staff reluctantly switched over—only to find a Korean contestant had broken his leg and pressed the button.

Daniel didn't care. He waved his hand, ordering a rescue team to respond—his full attention remained on Qin Yun.