45, Slaying the White-headed Wolf, Wolf Pack's Night Raid

Back in school, the teacher had taught them all about the White-headed Wolf's weight, speed, bite force, and such data, but at this moment, Lu Lin had forgotten every bit of it.

The White-headed Wolf hidden in the grass seemed to realize that Lu Lin had spotted their trail, and now was no longer suitable for ambush.

"Aoow!"

One White-headed Wolf let out a low growl and charged at Lu Lin like lightning.

But fast as it was, Lu Lin's blade was faster.

A black shadow flashed past, and the first White-headed Wolf to rush out was beheaded by Lu Lin's single stroke.

Hot blood, mixed with waves of thick, stinking odor, splattered onto Lu Lin.

"I did it."

Lu Lin praised himself inwardly.

This was the result of three days of nonstop training in the Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes.

Just as Lu Lin's blade momentum was spent and he hadn't yet withdrawn the knife, The second White-headed Wolf suddenly leaped.

It didn't roar.

This made its attack even more covert.

Only when it was already very close to Lu Lin did he remember this wolf.

"Dodge!"

Lu Lin stepped back half a pace, his entire body off-balance, seemingly about to fall.

The White-headed Wolf attacking from the air flashed a hint of human-like mockery in its eyes.

This was just a greenhorn human kid.

But just then, A black blade shadow swept across.

Lu Lin's desperate slash struck the White-headed Wolf's front paw.

The wolf yelped in pain, unable to pounce on Lu Lin, and fell straight to the ground in agony.

No time to waste.

Lu Lin adjusted his stance slightly—Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes, the Seventh Slash.

This seventh slash was specifically designed to attack enemies on the ground or those of shorter stature, and it was perfect for dealing with the White-headed Wolf now.

"Woo..."

The White-headed Wolf on the ground only managed a single miserable cry before it died.

Lu Lin's blade had chopped off the wolf's entire head.

"Not bad, not bad."

Just as Lu Lin was tensing his body, alert to the dangers around him, Huang Li's voice of praise came from behind.

He turned his head and saw three White-headed Wolves laid out before Huang Li, each with an arrow embedded in the eye.

It turned out that while Lu Lin was fighting, Huang Li had already dealt with his own opponents and even had time to drag the three wolf carcasses nearby.

"Brother Huang Li, am I really stupid?"

Lu Lin felt a bit embarrassed.

During his fight, he had been so immersed in the joy of killing the first White-headed Wolf that he nearly ignored the second one's sneak attack.

For a Martial Artist, this was an absolutely severe mistake.

"Stupid?"

Huang Li walked over, looked at the two headless White-headed Wolves on the ground, and didn't know what to say.

You call a Martial Artist who can cleanly kill a Monster Beast on his first encounter stupid?

But Huang Li thought that as the younger brother in the team, Lu Lin shouldn't be spoiled too much. "Pretty decent. From this fight, at least I can see your mental fortitude is not bad. Hmm, and your blade technique is passable too. Keep working hard. These are just a few scattered White-headed Wolves. If you run into a pack, at least a hundred of them, you'll have to pray for your own luck..."

Just as Huang Li was speaking, wolf howls suddenly rose and fell all around them.

"Aoow—"

"Aoow—"

The fierce cries made Huang Li's face change drastically.

He wanted to slap himself in the mouth. Why did he have to mention a wolf pack, a hundred White-headed Wolves? Now, speak of the devil and he appears.

"Captain, Dawei, Xiao Wei, Ren Tian, Li Mo—trouble!"

Huang Li shouted.

Lu Lin instinctively tightened his grip on his battle blade.

When the five people resting in the tent rushed out in a hurry, even Zhou Shenming, a Mid-level Martial Master, wore an ugly expression.

Wolves.

A pack of white-headed wolves.

At least two to three hundred white-headed wolves moved through the darkness, letting out chilling low growls as they slowly closed in on the Dragon Saber Squad.

"Everyone, watch yourselves. There are too many wolves, and there are bound to be Beast General level white-headed wolves among them. Don't split up under any circumstances."

"Wait for my signal, then break out fast."

"Understood!"

Zhou Shenming nodded and turned specifically to Lu Lin. "Lu Lin, can you still manage?"

"Captain, rest assured."

Lu Lin didn't say much, just gave Zhou Shenming a firm look.

Zhou Shenming studied Lu Lin. At this moment, he didn't even have full confidence in himself, let alone in protecting Lu Lin. He hoped this outing wouldn't be Lu Lin's last.

"Awooo—"

The wolves drew closer. In the darkness, Lu Lin could even see their eyes glowing green.

It was impossible not to be afraid, but right now, fear was useless.

"Kill!"

Zhou Shenming roared and charged straight ahead.

Lu Lin saw Zhou Shenming wielding a slender soft sword. Under the moonlight, the blade flashed with cold light.

With Zhou Shenming's roar, the other squad members rushed out one after another.

The brothers Yang Dawei and Yang Xiaowei each held twin blades.

As twins who had lived and fought together for years, they shared an unspoken understanding.

Now, as they plunged into the wolf pack, few wolves could withstand even a single exchange.

Li Mo was known for his stealth and reconnaissance, but that didn't mean he lacked combat ability.

He held a short dagger in one hand and a small crossbow in the other.

His left hand fired bolts, his right hand slashed—like a reaper harvesting lives in the night.

Ren Tian lived up to his nickname, Ren the Cannon. He carried no weapons, relying only on his iron fists as he charged into the wolf pack. One punch shattered a white-headed wolf's skull, and a kick sent another flying backward, crashing into seven or eight of its companions.

Every punch he threw rumbled like cannon fire.

Behind them, Huang Li drew his bow and loosed arrows. He didn't seem to need to aim deliberately; he just shot by instinct, arrow after arrow. Wolves howled in agony and collapsed.

Caught off guard by the assault, the pack lost thirty to forty low-level white-headed wolves in an instant.

Lu Lin wasn't about to be outdone. Relying on his Dragon Roar Golden Bell Shield, he simply hacked and slashed with all his might.

Using Sky Breaking Thirteen Slashes at its limit drained a martial artist's blood and qi heavily, but Lu Lin only used the Second Layer or Third Layer level. Each strike still carried around twenty thousand jin of force.

Every white-headed wolf he killed couldn't even keep its body intact. As he moved, Lu Lin was like an unrivaled God of Slaughter on the battlefield—no white-headed wolf could survive his attacks.

Zhou Shenming watched Lu Lin's movements in astonishment and nearly got ambushed by a white-headed wolf.

He casually stabbed the wolf dead, now reassured about Lu Lin.

Though he had just broken through to Martial Artist, Lu Lin showed none of the panic of a newcomer on the battlefield. He might still fall short compared to the others in the squad, but he was already exceeding expectations.

It wasn't just Zhou Shenming. The others were also secretly stunned by Lu Lin's ferocity.

If they remembered correctly, this kid Lu Lin was only a Mid-level Martial Artist, and he had only broken through at noon after eating venison.

And now he was this fierce!