Chapter 135: War with the Wolf Pack

Chen Wuji chased, but the gap kept widening.

The forest ahead suddenly grew dense, and a faint bloody smell permeated the air.

Chen Wuji abruptly stopped, warily scanning his surroundings.

"Holy shit, you two little bastards, where the hell did you bring me?"

The woods reek of blood, which is definitely not a good sign.

Moreover, it's so strong, obviously fresh.

There are probably ferocious beasts around.

Chen Wuji slowly took down the bow and arrow on his back, nocked an arrow.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a fierce beast's roar came from Chen Wuji's left side.

Chen Wuji's face suddenly changed drastically, he turned and ran.

"Damn!"

It's a tiger!

Having been a hunter for almost a month, Chen Wuji had always been the one digging traps for prey.

Never did he expect that one day the prey would lead him into a trap instead.

And the ones digging the pit for him were two little flying squirrels.

Really fucking outrageous.

Chen Wuji ran like crazy, cursing as he ran.

Suddenly a huge commotion came from the forest, followed by a striped fierce tiger leaping out.

The roar was like thunder, shaking the trees violently.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger, a bloody wind blows in your face!

Chen Wuji's scalp instantly went numb.

Doomed!

Just then, a gaunt, bony old wolf darted out from ahead.

Chen Wuji slammed on the brakes, raised his hand and shot an arrow.

His mindset completely exploded.

The worst situation in his life appeared.

Really, wolves ahead, tigers behind.

But how could tigers and wolves end up together?

This isn't scientific!

The old wolf twisted its lithe body, dodging Chen Wuji's arrow, and lunged at him like an arrow.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Chen Wuji had no chance to nock another arrow.

He quickly put away the bow and arrow, and as he drew his knife he slashed out.

His horizontal slash split the mountain wind, falling straight onto the old wolf's ferocious maw.

Such an old, thin wolf is the most vicious.

Being thin means it hasn't been eating well; a hungry wolf that locks onto prey won't let go, while being old signifies its cunning.

Wolves are not low in intelligence; the older they get, the more cunning.

His horizontal slash, putting his whole body's strength into it, heavily came down, slantwise tearing open the old wolf's neck.

One strike, fatal!

Fortunately, the family heirloom blade is sharp enough.

At that very moment, the old wolf twisted its neck, trying to dodge the blade, and lunged from the other side to bite Chen Wuji's face, but it was just a bit too slow.

A step slow, and you die!

If he had been slow on that step, he would have lost his life.

Chen Wuji hadn't even caught his breath when a sudden, extremely swift rustling came from behind.

He didn't hesitate, twisted his body and swung his knife fiercely!

He had thought the fierce tiger had lunged at him.

As it turned out, it was another wolf.

Chen Wuji's slash cut nothing but air.

That gray wolf leapt into the air with all four paws, nimbly dodging Chen Wuji's blade, and landed to one side.

It whimpered, its wolf head lowered, ferociously staring at Chen Wuji, again assuming an attacking stance.

Around, a soft rustling sounded again, and then two more wolves with blood-streaked mouths burst from the undergrowth, forming a triangle that blocked Chen Wuji's path.

Only then did Chen Wuji notice that the tiger that had first darted out was wounded, lying nearby licking the wound on its paw.

Its body was covered in claw marks, and a large chunk had been torn from its neck.

Chen Wuji finally understood what was going on.

Those two little flying squirrels had led him into the tiger-wolf battleground.

How could such two cute, foolish creatures have such dark hearts?

He just wanted their droppings, and to give them a new home as a bonus.

Those two little things actually wanted his life!

Too hateful!

Although he understood, the place before him really resembled his burial ground.

Three wolves, one tiger.

Chen Wuji, although his strength surpassed others, but ultimately he was not a match for the likes of Xiang Yu or Lu Bu.

How do we fight this?

We should have prepared the gunpowder earlier by hand.

Only that thing is the essential tool for hunting and gathering mountain produce in these mountains teeming with tigers and wolves.

It's a pity, but saying anything now is too late.

"Get out of the way, can't you see how miserably your companions died? Do you also want to die? Get lost!" Chen Wuji roared angrily, his voice powered from his dantian, full of momentum.

When encountering such a ferocious beast, one must absolutely not be timid; one's aura must be full and fierce.

Doing this at least gives a slim hope of driving them back.

The three wolves simultaneously lowered their forequarters, whining with bared teeth.

They not only did not retreat, but became even more fierce.

Chen Wuji stared at the three wolves with equally fierce eyes, his ears always attentive to any sound around him.

He suspected there might be other wolves nearby.

Wolf packs encircling their prey are adept at luring ambushes.

Some wolves lure from the front, drawing attention, while others hide in ambush ready to strike.

If these things don't move, fine; but once they move, they will inevitably target the throat and other weak spots.

Wolves, like humans in these places, regard depriving prey of mobility as their top priority.

Unlike tigers or bears, they do not rely solely on strength to win.

They have tactics and skill.

The wolf on Chen Wuji's right suddenly moved, lunging forward and pouncing at him.

"Damned beast, seeking death!!"

Chen Wuji let out a heaven-shaking shout and swiftly swung his knife.

At that very moment, the wolf on the left also darted over, biting toward Chen Wuji's neck.

"Get lost!"

Chen Wuji twisted his body and quickly drew an arrow from his arrow quiver, thrusting it forward.

His knife struck empty air, but the arrow in his left hand firmly pierced the wolf's throat below.

But Chen Wuji had not yet caught his breath when a fierce gust of wind from behind, reeking strongly of bloody odor, nearly made him faint.

Sure enough, there were ambush troops behind him.

Chen Wuji instinctively thought of doing a donkey roll to evade this peril, but then suddenly realized that falling to the ground would only make things worse.

The wolves' speed was astonishing; if he were even slightly slower, he would be completely unable to recover.

In the flash of an instant, he twisted his aging waist as he fell to one side, assuming a posture that could lightly sprain his waist or seriously damage his spine, turning his body with great difficulty while simultaneously cutting with his knife.

Fortunately, his youthful vigor meant his waist only twisted slightly, not causing much pain.

He didn't even know where the wolf behind him was, so he was just hacking wildly.

Yet his blind swing of the knife actually hit its mark.

That despicable ambush wolf was cut in half by his single knife strike.

After repelling the enemy with one knife strike, Chen Wuji quickly leaned against a large tree.

Looking up, he saw that three wolves were dead, but three remained alive.

Moreover, he did not know whether the surrounding forest hid any other ambush troops.

Today it seems he will meet his end here.