Chapter 179: Massacre: Chinese Kung Fu Shocks the World

Lake Atlin in January, the wind cut like a blade.

It was a world of snow, a frozen world, where all life was crushed by icy stillness, unable to survive.

Yet in this freezing place, humans and native creatures were locked in a battle of life and death: six Arctic wolves, starved to the bone in the depths of winter, at their most ferocious and aggressive.

The other side? A single, slender human, gripping a foot-long dagger—clearly the weaker party, the prey.

But the human's face showed no fear or panic, not even a flicker of agitation—only unnerving calm.

At this moment, 2 p. . in Canada, prime time across the Americas, countless viewers had locked their phones and computers onto Qin Yun's Channel 32, awaiting with anticipation and dread the first iconic moment of this wilderness survival livestream.

The alpha wolf's size was staggering: two meters long, one meter at the shoulder, its two-hundred-pound frame wrapped in thick, gray-and-white fur, saliva streaked with blood dripping from its fangs, sharp and glinting coldly in the ice-light.

Yet even so, its cautious nature kept it from leading the charge—it ordered its five subordinates to strike first.

These five wolves were only slightly smaller than the alpha, but each still stood nearly one meter seventy to eighty tall, lean, agile, and terrifying.

Without hesitation, they let out low growls and charged forward.

Facing the five wolves from all directions, Qin Yun showed no panic—in an instant, his mind had already foreseen every move to come.

As a legendary wilderness hunter, he possessed formidable combat prowess; add to that his master-level martial skill, and these mere beasts meant nothing to him.

Of course, if it were a full-grown grizzly bear, he'd turn and run without a word.

Some gaps in power cannot be bridged by skill alone.

But wolves were different—lightweight, weak in strength, their danger reduced by countless times.

The Arctic wolf on the left let out a roar and lunged first; Qin Yun's eyes sharpened, his body like a cold bamboo swaying in the wind—light, elusive, effortlessly dodging the wolf's ferocious charge.

The left Arctic wolf roared and lunged first. Qin Yun's eyes hardened; his body moved like a cold bamboo swaying in the wind—light, elusive, effortlessly dodging the wolf's lunge.

The wolf missed, its front paws slamming hard into the frozen earth, sending shards of soil flying.

Before it could turn, Qin Yun kicked off hard with his left foot, closing the distance in an instant. His left hand formed a hawk's claw, leaving only a blur before the camera, gripping the wolf's nape with precision.

Using the wolf's own momentum, he twisted sharply—there was a sharp, crisp *crack* as the wolf's cervical spine snapped.

At the same moment, two other wolves lunged in from either side.

Qin Yun's lips curled into a faint smirk, as if sneering. He swung his arm hard, hurling the hundred-pound wolf corpse like a rag toward the two oncoming wolves.

They were struck dead-on, flying backward along their own path.

Seeing this, the two wolves from the opposite direction grew even more ferocious—but their forward charge halted abruptly. They planted their paws, crouching low, radiating pure menace.

The two wolves thrown back rolled on the ground unharmed, but the wolf with its spine broken twitched twice, then lay still.

"OMG, what did I just see, God."

"This man… he snapped a wolf's spine with his bare hands—how much strength does he have?"

"So terrifying, so cool—he's so calm even under a pack attack."

"Qin, awesome."

Comments on TikTok surged instantly; everyone was stunned by what had just happened.

On Douyin, Chinese netizens remained relatively calm.

"Qin's moves are as flawless as ever."

"I feel Qin's gotten even stronger—he used to get injured, now he handles it like nothing."

"Maybe he broke through to the next realm—there's a huge gap between major realms."

Qin Yun watched the wolf pack warily and said calmly, "A single wolf isn't terrifying. Wolves are just like dogs—this creature is inherently suppressed by humans. Never fear when you encounter one. Believe me, you can definitely take it down."

"666, how do you know we're not in a web novel?"

Qin Yun watched the pack warily and said calmly: "A single wolf isn't scary. Wolves are just like dogs—biologically, they're suppressed by humans. Don't ever fear them. Trust me—you can beat them."

As he spoke, the four remaining wolves scattered quickly: two in front, two behind, while the alpha crouched low on the slope, waiting patiently for the perfect opening.

The two wolves ahead struck first, lunging from left and right, their fangs gleaming terrifyingly under the camera.

Qin Yun's footwork flowed like water; his body became erratic—still on the left, then instantly on the right.

In the instant he dodged the left wolf's lunge, his right hand reversed the dagger and stabbed straight into its abdomen. He twisted the blade half a circle, pulled it forward, and withdrew it—blood and organs spilled onto the ground.

Qin Yun suddenly collapsed backward, his body nearly parallel to the ground, perfectly avoiding the Arctic wolf's attack from the right. Then, as if defying physics, he snapped upright, using the momentum to drive his left elbow hard into the wolf's ribs.

The livestream instantly erupted with several sharp "crack" sounds, making viewers wince.

Qin Yun suddenly collapsed backward, his body nearly parallel to the ground, perfectly evading the right wolf's attack. Then, as if defying physics, he snapped upright, using the recoil to drive his left elbow hard into the wolf's ribs.

The livestream echoed with several sharp *cracks*—making viewers wince.

The moment the wolf's ribs shattered, Qin Yun lunged forward, dragging the dagger across its throat—clean, swift, severing the windpipe.

The Arctic wolf didn't even whimper—it collapsed on the slope, all within ten seconds.

At that moment, the two wolves behind lunged, fangs aimed at his back and buttocks. Qin Yun moved as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The instant he slit the throat, he tapped the ground with his toes, leaping into the air, his body arcing like a swallow skimming water—evading both wolves' attack, while one palm slammed down onto the skull of one.

But just then, the wolf king, who had been biding his time, finally found his opening.

A thunderous crash echoed—the wolf, struck like by a sledgehammer, lost all forward momentum and was driven straight into the ground.

Just then, the alpha, waiting patiently, finally found its chance.

Without hesitation, without a sound, it dropped low, coiled its limbs, and shot through the air.

As Qin Yun was still airborne, the alpha reached him.

All three cameras captured the moment in full—everyone held their breath, shock impossible to contain.

Human-animal combat had happened before, but never had anyone seen a single man fight six Arctic wolves. Even legends only whispered of it—nothing compared to this live broadcast.

The raw ferocity and power radiating from the screen—humanity's most primal bloodlust—had erupted fully here.

A million years ago, humans were just beasts—mere prey for these creatures.

"Qin, be careful!"

"Qin… he's so cool—I'm making him my idol from now on."

"I love you, Qin—I'm marrying you."

Qin Yun had been wary of the wolf king all along, so the moment he leapt into the air, he anticipated it—this was a deliberate opening he'd offered, just to see if the wolf king could seize it.

"This is real Chinese kung fu."

Qin Yun had been wary of the alpha all along. As he leapt into the air, he'd anticipated it—this was a deliberate opening, a trap to see if the wolf could take it.

As expected, the alpha couldn't escape its nature—instinct and cunning seized the moment instantly.

But Qin Yun had set the trap—he hadn't left it unprepared.

As he slammed his palm into one wolf's skull, he sucked in a deep breath—his lung capacity revealed in terrifying fullness.

Like a whale swallowing the sea, he drew in all surrounding air.

Instantly, Qi sank to his dantian, intent fixed on his spiritual platform—he executed a thousand-pound drop. His body, suddenly weighted like a massive anchor, plummeted from slow descent to violent fall.

Qin Yun didn't hesitate; his dagger flashed down, slicing the throats of the two Arctic wolves beneath him. Blood spurted violently as their bodies convulsed.

The alpha's bite missed his back by a hair's breadth.

Qin Yun didn't hesitate—he slashed downward with his dagger, severing the throats of the two wolves beneath him. Blood spurted wildly; their bodies convulsed.

Qin Yun remained calm, sidestepping and lowering his waist. His left hand precisely blocked the wolf king's jaw, using the wolf's own tremendous momentum to push backward and dissipate most of the force. At the same time, he raised his right foot, planting the toe against the wolf king's front leg joint, then pushed off the ground with his left foot, launching himself upward and driving his knee hard into the wolf king's flank.

The alpha landed, turned, its eyes filled not with fear, but rage. It opened its bloody maw and lunged straight for Qin Yun's face, foul, icy breath rushing toward him.

Qin Yun remained calm, sidestepped, lowered his waist. His left hand precisely blocked the alpha's lower jaw, using the wolf's own momentum to pull back and dissipate most of its force.

Simultaneously, he raised his right foot, planting the toe against the wolf's front leg joint, then pushed off with his left foot, leaping upward, driving his knee hard into the wolf's ribcage.

At this moment, specks of blood dotted his face, his dagger in hand. He stood motionless, yet radiated an undeniable allure.

The alpha let out a piercing shriek, lost balance, and tumbled violently down the slope.

"Copper head, iron tail, tofu waist—that's the wolf's weakness. Its waist can't take heavy blows. Under my knee strike, even if this alpha survives, it's lost all fighting ability."

Qin Yun landed lightly, looking down at the alpha rolling downhill, speaking calmly.

His face bore specks of blood, the dagger in hand—he stood motionless, yet radiated undeniable magnetism.

At this moment, countless viewers captured the image, deeply moved by the man in the livestream.

"Damn, I knew Qin would show off—but this time, he outdid himself."

"666 all over the place—in under two minutes, he killed six Arctic wolves. Only Qin could do this."

"I want to see Qin on the UFC ring."

"Dude, that's UFC, not UFO."

After speaking, Qin Yun walked slowly down the slope. The wolf king, after rolling, finally regained his footing—but the injury to his joints and the searing pain in his ribs finally instilled fear in him.

"Actually, maybe not—Qin excels at lethal combat, but the ring has too many rules—can't hit here, can't hit there. Too many restrictions for him."

"Yeah, we've got fighters at home, but in the ring, they're shackled everywhere—no way out."

"I used to argue when you said that—but now, seeing Qin's strength, I'm with you."

Qin Yun walked slowly down the slope. The alpha, after rolling, finally stabilized—but its joint injuries and searing pain in the ribcage had finally planted fear in its mind.

It looked up at the slowly approaching figure and let out a mournful whine.

A final warning—or perhaps a plea for mercy.

But as Qin Yun drew near, his dagger flashed like lightning, piercing deep into the alpha's eye socket, driving straight through the skull.

The alpha's body jerked violently—its eyes instantly lost their light. After two final spasms, it fell utterly still.

Qin Yun wiped the dagger on the alpha's fur, raised his head to the drone's lens, and smiled.

But that smile sent a chill down the spine.

At the production camp, Daniel watched this scene, ecstatic.

"Hahahaha, perfect! Push all traffic to Qin—starting today, he's our main feature."

Following Daniel's order, not long after, images of Qin Yun's cold, icy figure flooded the internet across the United States, Canada, Europe, Japan, and beyond—for the first time, Qin Yun's name gained genuine, widespread recognition across the globe.

George wiped sweat from his palms, feigning calm: "So? Ready to concede yet?"

【101】 Daniel smiled: "This is a wilderness survival show, not a death match. I admit Qin has an edge against wild predators—but survival isn't just about fighting. I still believe Tang Mu has the advantage."

【102】 "We'll see."

【103】 At Daniel's order, within moments, Qin Yun's chilling image flooded the internet across the United States, Canada, Europe, Japan—his name gained its first true global recognition.

【104】 At this moment, his exposure rivaled that of international celebrities—but whether he could hold the traffic depended entirely on his next moves.

Also, wilderness survival is just a TV show; although its audience spans the globe, having four or five hundred million people watching this episode is already very impressive.

Qin Yun still has a long way to go before he becomes truly famous worldwide.