Back when he was in school, his teacher had taught him facts about White-headed Wolves—their weight, speed, bite force, and so on. But at this moment, Lu Lin had forgotten every last one of them.
The White-headed Wolves lurking in the grass seemed to realize that Lu Lin had spotted them. There was no longer any point in hiding and launching a sneak attack.
"Awwooo!"
One White-headed Wolf let out a low growl and charged at Lu Lin as fast as lightning.
But though it was fast, Lu Lin's blade was faster.
A black blur flashed past, and the first White-headed Wolf to charge out was beheaded by Lu Lin's strike.
Scalding blood, mixed with a pungent, reeking stench, splashed all over Lu Lin.
I did it.
Lu Lin praised himself silently.
This was the result of three days of nonstop practice with Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes.
Just as the momentum of Lu Lin's blade was spent, before he could pull it back—
A second White-headed Wolf suddenly leaped into the air.
It didn't howl.
That made its attack even harder to detect.
It was only when the White-headed Wolf was already very close that Lu Lin remembered it was there.
"Dodge!"
Lu Lin retreated half a step, his footing unsteady, and nearly fell over.
The White-headed Wolf attacking from midair flashed a humanlike look of disdain in its eyes.
He was just a green human kid.
But just then,
A black blade shadow swept past.
Lu Lin's desperate slash struck the White-headed Wolf's forepaw.
The White-headed Wolf cried out in pain. Unable to bite at Lu Lin, it dropped straight to the ground.
He couldn't let this chance slip by.
Lu Lin adjusted his stance slightly. Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes, Seventh Slash.
This Seventh Slash was designed specifically to attack enemies on the ground or enemies of shorter stature. It couldn't have been more suitable for dealing with the White-headed Wolf.
"Ugh..."
The White-headed Wolf lying on the ground managed only one cry of pain before it died.
Lu Lin's slash had cut off its entire head.
"Not bad, not bad."
Just as Lu Lin tensed his body, on guard against danger all around him, Huang Li's praise came from behind.
He turned around and saw three White-headed Wolves lying in front of Huang Li. They all had one thing in common: an arrow was embedded where each one's eye had been.
It turned out that Huang Li had already dealt with his opponents while Lu Lin was fighting. He'd even had time to drag the three White-headed Wolf corpses nearby.
"Brother Huang Li, am I really that clumsy?"
Lu Lin felt a little embarrassed.
During the fight, he'd actually gotten caught up in the joy of killing the first White-headed Wolf and nearly overlooked the second one's ambush.
For a Martial Artist, that was an extremely serious mistake.
"Clumsy?"
Huang Li walked over and looked at the two White-headed Wolves lying on the ground, their heads severed. He didn't know what to say.
You call a Martial Artist clumsy when he's just encountered Monster Beasts for the first time and managed to kill them cleanly and decisively?
Still, Huang Li felt that since Lu Lin was the youngest member of the team, he couldn't be allowed to get too spoiled. "You did all right. This fight showed that you've got decent mental fortitude. And your blade technique isn't bad either. Keep working at it. These were just a few scattered White-headed Wolves. If you run into a pack—at least a hundred of them—you'll have to fend for yourself..."
As Huang Li spoke, howls suddenly rang out all around them, one after another.
"Awwooo—"
"Awwooo—"
The succession of savage howls made Huang Li's expression change dramatically.
He wanted to slap himself across the face. Why had he gone and mentioned a wolf pack, and a hundred White-headed Wolves? Now look: speak of the devil, and the devil appears.
"Captain! Da Wei, Xiao Wei, Ren Tian, Li Mo! Something's happening!"
Huang Li shouted.
Lu Lin instinctively tightened his grip on his battle saber.
When the five people resting in the tent hurried outside, even Zhou Shenming, a Mid-level Martial Master, looked grim.
A wolf pack.
A pack of White-headed Wolves.
At least two or three hundred White-headed Wolves were moving through the darkness, letting out chilling growls as they slowly approached the Dragon Saber Squad.
"Everyone, watch out for yourselves. There are too many of them, and there are probably Beast General level White-headed Wolves among them. Whatever you do, don't split up."
"Watch for my signal. We'll break through quickly."
"Understood!"
Zhou Shenming nodded, then turned specifically toward Lu Lin. "Lu Lin, can you handle this?"
"Don't worry, Captain."
Lu Lin said nothing more, just gave Zhou Shenming a firm look.
Zhou Shenming looked at Lu Lin. Even he wasn't sure he could protect Lu Lin right now. He could only hope this trip wouldn't be Lu Lin's last.
"Awwooo—"
The wolf pack drew closer and closer. In the night, Lu Lin could even see their eyes glinting green.
It was impossible not to be afraid, but fear was useless now.
"Kill!"
Zhou Shenming roared and charged forward.
Lu Lin saw that Zhou Shenming wielded a slender, flexible sword. Under the moonlight, it glimmered with streaks of cold light.
At Zhou Shenming's shout, the other team members charged out one by one as well.
The brothers Yang Dawei and Yang Xiaowei each wielded two sabers.
They were twins who had lived and fought together for many years, and they already understood each other without a word.
Now that they'd plunged into the wolf pack, few White-headed Wolves could withstand even a single exchange with them.
Li Mo was best known for his stealth and scouting abilities, but that didn't mean he couldn't fight head-on.
He held a short-handled dagger in his right hand and a Small Crossbow in his left.
He fired with his left and slashed with his right, like a god of death reaping lives in the darkness.
Ren Tian lived up to his nickname, Ren the Cannon. He carried no weapons, relying only on his iron fists. He charged into the wolf pack, smashing a White-headed Wolf's skull with one punch and kicking another flying into seven or eight of its companions.
Every time he threw a punch, a rumble rang out, as though a cannon were roaring.
Behind everyone, Huang Li drew his bow and nocked arrow after arrow. He seemed not to need to search for the White-headed Wolves at all, firing purely by instinct. One after another, they howled and fell.
Caught off guard by the team's assault, the White-headed Wolves instantly lost thirty or forty of their lower-level members.
Lu Lin was no less fierce. Relying on his Dragon Roar Golden Bell Shield, he focused on chopping with all his might.
Using Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes at its limit consumed tremendous amounts of a Martial Artist's qi and blood. But Lu Lin was only using it at the Second and Third Layer levels, and even so, each strike carried around twenty thousand jin of force.
None of the White-headed Wolves he killed were left with their bodies intact. As he moved through the fight, Lu Lin was like an unrivaled God of Slaughter on the battlefield. Not a single White-headed Wolf could survive his attacks.
Zhou Shenming watched Lu Lin in astonishment and nearly got ambushed by a White-headed Wolf.
He killed it with a casual thrust, and at last, he felt reassured about Lu Lin.
Though Lu Lin had only just advanced to Martial Artist, he showed none of the panic of a rookie stepping onto the battlefield. He might still fall short of the others on the team, but he was already performing far beyond expectations.
Zhou Shenming wasn't the only one. The others were secretly dumbfounded by Lu Lin's ferocity too.
If they remembered correctly, Lu Lin was only a Mid-level Martial Artist—and he'd only advanced after eating venison at noon.
How was he so fierce?!
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