Chapter 179: Massacre Unleashed: Chinese Kung Fu Shakes the World

In January, Lake Atlin was a wind as sharp as knives.

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

Yet in this icy place, humans and native creatures were locked in a battle of life and death: six Arctic wolves, starved to the bone in the dead of winter, their fury and aggression at their peak.

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

But the human's face showed not a trace of fear or panic—his expression was unnervingly calm.

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

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

Yet despite this, 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, yet each stood nearly one meter seventy to eighty tall, lean, agile, and terrifying.

Without hesitation, they let out low, guttural 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 extraordinary master-level martial arts, and these mere beasts meant nothing to him.

Of course, if this 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 a thousandfold.

The Arctic wolf on the left let out a roar and lunged first. Qin Yun's gaze sharpened, his body like a cold bamboo swaying in the wind—light and elusive—and he nimbly dodged the Arctic wolf's fierce pounce.

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

Before it could turn around, Qin Yun stamped hard with his left foot, his whole body already closing in. His left hand formed an eagle's claw, leaving only an afterimage before the camera as it precisely clamped onto the Arctic wolf's nape. Borrowing the force of the wolf's turning body, he twisted with the momentum, and with a crisp "crack," the Arctic wolf's cervical spine was snapped clean in two.

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 gripping the wolf's nape with precision.

Using the wolf's own momentum, he twisted sharply—there came a crisp "crack!"—its cervical spine snapped clean.

At the same moment, two other wolves lunged in from opposite sides.

Qin Yun's lips curled into a faint smirk, as if sneering; he swung his hundred-pound wolf corpse like a rag, hurling it straight at the two oncoming wolves.

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

Seeing this, the two wolves from the other flank grew even more ferocious—but their forward charge halted abruptly; they planted their paws on the ground, postures brimming with menace.

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

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

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

"So terrifying, so cool—he's so calm even under 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 cultivation stages."

Qin Yun watched the wolf pack warily and said calmly, "A lone wolf isn't scary at all—because wolves are just like dogs, a creature humans are naturally built to suppress. If you run into one, don't be afraid. Trust me, you can absolutely take it."

"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. These creatures are naturally suppressed by humans. Never fear them—believe 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, waited patiently for its opening.

The two wolves directly ahead struck first, lunging from left and right, their snarling fangs terrifying in the camera's view.

Qin Yun's footwork flowed like water; his body became erratic—just a moment ago on the left, now instantly on the right.

In the instant he evaded the left wolf's lunge, his right hand reversed the dagger and stabbed straight into its abdomen; the blade rotated half a circle, then pulled forward—blood and organs spilled onto the ground.

Qin Yun suddenly threw his body backward, nearly parallel to the ground, perfectly dodging the attack from the Arctic wolf on his right. At the same time, his body, as if defying physics, sprang up violently, and with that force his left elbow slammed heavily into the ribs of this Arctic wolf.

Several crisp "crack" sounds immediately came from the livestream, making people's teeth ache.

Qin Yun suddenly threw his body backward, nearly parallel to the ground, perfectly avoiding 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 erupted with several sharp "cracks"—making viewers wince.

The instant the wolf's ribs shattered, Qin Yun lunged forward, dragging the dagger across its throat in one clean, decisive motion—severing it completely.

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

At that moment, the two wolves behind lunged, their fangs aimed at his back and buttocks; Qin Yun moved as if he had eyes in the back of his head—just as he finished slashing the throat, he tapped his toes against the ground and leapt into the air, his body arcing like a swallow skimming water, evading the twin assault while slamming one palm down onto the skull of one wolf.

But just then, the wolf king, which had been biding its time, finally found its chance.

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

Just then, the alpha wolf, waiting patiently all along, seized its chance.

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

As Qin Yun was still airborne, with no ground beneath him, the alpha struck.

This moment was captured fully by three cameras; everyone held their breath, their shock impossible to contain.

Human-animal combat was not unheard of—but no one had ever seen a single man fight six Arctic wolves, not even in whispers—how could any tale match the raw impact of live broadcast?

The raw ferocity and power radiating from the screen—the most primal human bloodlust—seemed to explode here and now.

A million years ago, humans were no more than 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."

【61】 "Chinese kung fu, Chinese kung fu."

【62】 "This… this is real Chinese kung fu."

Qin Yun had always been wary of the Wolf King, so the instant it leapt into the air, he anticipated it—this was a deliberate opening he had offered, just to see if the Wolf King could seize it.

As expected, the Wolf King could not escape its wolfish nature and cunning; in an instant, it seized the opportunity.

But since Qin Yun had deliberately left that opening, he certainly would not have left himself unprepared.

As he slapped one of the Arctic wolves, he suddenly sucked in a breath—his astonishing lung capacity laid bare in that moment.

Like a whale swallowing, he seemed ready to drain all the air around him.

Instantly, his Qi sank to his dantian, his intent guarded his spirit platform; with a thousand-jin drop, his entire body, as if weighted by a massive stone, shifted from excruciatingly slow descent to a sudden, violent fall.

"Boom—!"

The Wolf King's lunge missed his back by a hair's breadth.

Qin Yun did not hesitate; his dagger flashed down, slicing the throats of the two Arctic wolves beneath him—blood spurted wildly, their bodies convulsed.

Thus, all five Arctic wolves lay dead, and less than two minutes had passed.

The Wolf King landed, turned, its eyes holding no fear—only rage. It opened its bloody maw once more and lunged straight for Qin Yun's face, a stench of rot mingled with cold air rushing toward him.

Qin Yun remained calm, sidestepped and lowered his waist; his left hand precisely blocked the Wolf King's lower jaw. Using the immense force of the Wolf King's charge, he pulled backward, dissipating most of its power. Simultaneously, he raised his right foot, the toe pressing against the Wolf King's front leg joint, then pushed off the ground with his left foot, launching himself upward—he drove his knee hard into the Wolf King's flank.

"Thud!" The Wolf King let out a piercing shriek, lost its balance, and crashed heavily down the slope.

"Copper head, iron tail, tofu waist—that's the wolf's trait. It means the waist cannot withstand heavy blows. Under my knee strike, even if this Wolf King doesn't die, it has lost all capacity to resist."

Qin Yun landed lightly on the ground, looking down at the Wolf King rolling downward, speaking calmly.

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

In that instant, countless viewers captured this scene, deeply moved by the man in the livestream.

"Damn, I knew Qin Ye would show off—but never this much."

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

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

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

"I'm afraid Qin Ye will kill them."

"Actually, maybe not—he excels at lethal combat, but the ring has too many rules: this forbidden, that forbidden. Too many constraints for Qin Ye."

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

"Before, I'd have argued with you, but now that I've seen Qin Ye's strength, I'm siding with you."

After speaking, Qin Yun walked slowly down the slope. The Wolf King, after tumbling, finally stabilized—but its joint injuries and searing pain in its flank had finally instilled fear.

It looked up at the slowly approaching creature and let out a mournful whimper.

Either a final warning—or a plea for mercy.

But as Qin Yun drew near, his dagger flashed like lightning, piercing deep into the Wolf King's eye socket, driving straight into its cranial cavity.

The Wolf King's body jerked violently, its eyes instantly dimmed, its massive frame twitched twice, then fell utterly still.

Qin Yun wiped his dagger on the Wolf King's fur, raised his head toward the drone's lens, and smiled.

But that smile sent a chill through those who saw it.

At the production crew's camp, Daniel watched this scene, ecstatic.

"Hahaha, good, good—focus all traffic on Qin. Starting today, he's our main promotional candidate for this show."

His subordinate bowed and left.

George wiped sweat from his palms, calm as ever: "Well? Want to concede early?"

Daniel smiled: "This is a wilderness survival show, not a fight to the death. I admit Qin has an advantage against wild carnivores, but wilderness survival isn't just about that—I still think Tom has the edge."

"Then let's wait and see."

At Daniel's order, soon after, images of Qin Yun's chilling figure flooded the internet across the United States, Canada, Europe, Japan—Qin Yun's name gained its first real, widespread global recognition.

At this moment, his exposure rivaled that of some international stars—but whether he could hold onto that traffic depended on Qin Yun's next moves.

Besides, wilderness survival is just a TV show; though its audience spans the globe, even four or five hundred million viewers tuning in is already exceptional.

For Qin Yun to achieve true global fame, he still has a long road ahead.