Chapter 33: Monarch‑Class Demon Beast — Black Wolf King

This is…

The one‑eyed demon wolf twitched its ear and quickly lowered its body.

It lifted its head, and its big, dark nose wiggled comically a few times.

Ah, that's right!

After confirming the source of the scent, the fear in its heart instantly turned into boundless fury.

Leaping onto a nearby boulder, it bared its teeth, its face snarling—there was no trace of the earlier timidity.

It even gnawed its sharp fangs, glaring at Old Bo with a resentful, poisonous look.

And it wasn't just it; all the demon wolves grew excited and restless.

They began to leap anxiously up and down, their narrow, blood‑filled mouths snapping nonstop, and their grimy green wolf eyes flashing a chilling ferocity.

This…

In startled doubt, Charlie also mimicked the pack, sniffing around.

But aside from the forest's natural fruit scent and a faint animal odor, he smelled nothing else.

"Grandpa Bo, what are they doing?!"

"Sigh…"

Yet the usually ultra‑reliable hunter grandfather could only let out a helpless sigh in response.

"Wolf King!"

His gaunt fingers hooked the hunting bow, and Old Bo's complexion had already turned extremely grim.

"Among these demon wolves, a monarch has been born…"

In an instant, everyone in the squad's expression sank.

In the old ballads passed down across the Black Forest and the wasteland, the Wolf King is the most frequently appearing terror, reputed to silence a child's night cries.

Those two words felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and morale instantly plummeted to its lowest.

In the crowd, only Ji Ming, who had never heard the local lullaby, kept his composure.

He looked at the adventurers beside him and blinked blankly.

No, I haven't studied in ages; what's with this atmosphere where everyone seems to get it except me, like in a math class…

As if answering his confusion, a long, resonant howl echoed from deep within the thicket.

"Awooo~"

The demon wolves all raised their heads, respectfully offering a chorus of howls in response.

Amid a hymn‑like chorus of praise, a massive jet‑black wolf slowly emerged from the woods.

Its massive body was sturdier than the fiercest tigers and leopards, and its powerful claws could shred a kingdom knight's steel armor.

From afar they seemed to be eye‑level, yet its clear eyes carried a faint disdain.

This meant the Black Wolf King had already compensated for the demon beast's greatest flaw—intelligence.

Perhaps now it should be respectfully referred to as "it".

Ji Ming quietly adjusted his glasses and opened the creature's panel.

Ordinary adult demon wolves rarely exceed level ten, otherwise Charlie and Beli wouldn't have been repelled together.

But the gigantic Black Wolf King before them boasted a terrifying level fifteen.

Beyond its astounding four‑dimensional base stats, it possessed a long, neatly ordered list of talent skills.

"Group Resolve" provides a morale floor, "Wolf Clan Glory" adds stat bonuses…

No wonder the demon wolves, already on the brink of collapse, suddenly surged as if injected with adrenaline.

As the Wolf King, it even came with several group buffs.

Below, two special skills were blacked out, unable to be viewed.

In short, there is a newbie Xiao Bai who wanted to try a new game, and as soon as they met, they were brutally trained by the 81st style of Xu Shengkui Sangti Zhao Huaizhen.

……

Damn, what a pricey item!

Ji Ming almost knocked his glasses off.

As the Black Wolf King drew nearer step by step, an inexplicable pressure spread outward.

The atmosphere grew oppressive and heavy, almost suffocating.

He let out a light cough and slipped quietly behind AdaiEr.

Now Stone and Bo's sense of security for him were not even a hair's breadth compared to this hidden physics‑type law king.

However, as captain of the Iron Chain squad, Stone, the tallest among the crowd, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

He turned back, his face pale but his gaze resolutely firm.

"This Wolf King is probably beyond our ability to fight; I'll go hold it off for a while, and you run if you can."

Hearing this, Charlie and Beli froze for a moment, a surge of youthful hot‑blood rushing toward the heavens.

They raised their swords and knives, shouting in unison.

"How can this be? I want to break through with the captain!"

"Captain, me too, I won't leave!"

Anna said nothing, but by moving beside Stone she had already explained everything.

"Run, where to run?"

Old Bo's two furrowed brows gradually relaxed as he chuckled and patted his quiver.

"I haven't shot that one‑eyed beast dead yet; how can we leave today?"

Even the usually silent AdaiEr silently altered the way she wielded her staff.

The gem‑inlaid metal staff head gradually drooped, and her stance was as if she were holding a long spear.

Si Tong's eyes reddened as he opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He could only tremble his lips and look toward Ji Ming.

"Doctor, you can save people; you really can't die here."

"We'll cut off your rear; you should leave quickly!"

Damn, these death‑defying lunatics!!!

Ji Ming lifted his chin expressionlessly, furrowed his brows, and stared at him for a few seconds.

Finally, he also broke into a smile.

"How? Does Captain Si Tong think I'm a coward?"

The world is harsh; it's rare to meet a few good people, and it would be a pity if they all fell here.

His finger reached into a pocket beneath his white robe and brushed a small stack of folded death‑binding talismans.

No matter how well a trump card is hidden, as a tool it must eventually be taken out and used.

If it can trade for a few reliable lives, it's worth it!

Yet before he could pull it out, the Wolf King, as if aware of the adventurers' plan, let out a long howl.

It sounded like a charge‑calling horn; spurred on, all the surrounding demon wolves lunged toward them.

Under the influence of the Wolf King's several auras, their speed became astonishingly fast.

The two nearest ones merely bounced a few times, broke into the battle formation, and raised their claws to bring down Si Tong.

However, reality is not a game; there is no such thing as a nerfed melee and fragile body forced upon ranged combat for the sake of balance.

"Charge the enemy, charge the enemy!"

Si Tong, shouting, drew the long sword at his waist.

His strong arms, muscles bulging, swung the sharp blade with the force of a blunt weapon.

One slash split the half‑grown demon wolf, ignorant of heaven and earth, into two, its steaming entrails spilling everywhere.

Unfazed by the blood splashing on his face, Si Tong swung his other hand in a heavy iron fist, smashing the spine of another demon wolf.

A crisp "crack!" rang out, followed by a whimper as excrement and urine gushed.

"Impressive, Shi Tou Xiao Zi, when did you become this strong?"

Old Bo Er laughed heartily, kicking open a demon wolf; a long sword was also in his hand.

Although the hilt had blackened to the point of being indistinguishable, the blade's frosty tip still dazzled.

Si Tong flicked his wrist and readjusted his stance.

"Haha, perhaps it's because of the doctor's miraculous potion!"