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Wolf ladders were stacked one on top of another, and the shadows of beasts were scattered across the snow.

The four remaining Mirror Grayfang Wolf climbed higher by stepping on their companions, their front paws gripping the tree trunk tightly, their fangs bared, and low, fierce growls rumbling from their throats. They worked in perfect harmony, layer upon layer, building a beastly ladder leading to the tree trunk, getting closer and closer to the branch where Lu Heng was standing.

Once they climb up, the advantage of being high up is instantly lost. The space in the tree is narrow and there is no way to escape. What awaits him is only being bitten and surrounded from all sides.

Lu Heng's eyes turned cold; he no longer held back.

There was no time to reload the Hand Crossbow; he simply tossed the weapon into his tattooed Storage Space, gripping the Bronze Hunting Blade tightly in his right hand, his palm gripping the hilt so hard that his knuckles turned slightly white.

The first Grayfang Wolf that had been placed on the ladder suddenly leaped up and, using the height of the wolf ladder, pounced straight at the branch.

A cold wind swept in with the shadow of the beast, its mouth wide open, its sharp fangs gleaming coldly in the gray-white sunlight, aimed straight for Lu Heng's vital neck.

Lu Heng turned to the side, his shoulders relaxed, neither flustered nor dodging.

The foundation honed through days of sword practice came into full play at this moment. With a slight twist of his wrist, the Hunting Blade slashed out diagonally. There were no fancy moves, only a basic slash with extreme precision. The blade cut into the wolf's body along its momentum, cleanly and neatly slicing open its fur, chest, and abdomen.

A soft "poof" sound.

The Grayfang Wolf's attack froze instantly, its massive momentum causing it to slam its body against the branch, blood immediately seeping from its wounds. Before it could even struggle, its body emitted tiny white flashes of light, sliding down the tree trunk and disintegrating in mid-air.

Solve it from one end.

But the remaining three Alpha Wolf showed no sign of retreating. Stimulated by the smell of blood, they became even more frenzied, piling up one after another and taking turns leaping. Their dense swarm of attacks blocked all escape routes in the trees.

The branches are too narrow to allow for continuous fighting.

Lu Heng decisively stopped guarding the high place, stomped his feet firmly on the branches, and used the height to leap down the tree, landing on the flat snow.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he moved without flinching or pausing, unleashing his full array of sharp Hunting Blade.

The remaining three Grayfang Wolf, who had just leaped out of the wolf ladder and were still not firmly in place, were delivered right into Lu Heng's blade.

The space under the trees is open and unrestricted.

Lu Heng's sword technique, honed over the past few days, was completely unleashed; all his movements flowed smoothly and became instinctive.

A horizontal slash breaks through a lunge, a spinning blade disrupts the opponent's movement, and a swift thrust closes in an opening.

In just a few breaths, the blades pierced flesh one after another, and the three Grayfang Wolf were precisely killed in succession. Their offensive collapsed completely, and streaks of white light flashed one after another before dissipating into the snowfield.

In just a few minutes, thanks to the extreme sharpness of the Bronze Hunting Blade and his own superb swordsmanship, all four troublesome Mirror Grayfang Wolf were wiped out, with a terrifyingly fast killing speed.

The Mirror Grayfang Wolf King, who had been standing and watching from the rear the whole time, was completely stunned.

It had been sitting comfortably in the back, coldly calculating, confident that the pack of wolves would be enough to wear down and force the humans out of the trees. It only needed to wait for the right moment to reap the benefits.

But to its utter surprise, the prey that had just been forced to retreat to the tree and passively defend itself suddenly leaped out of the tree and launched a counterattack, instantly killing all its minions upon landing. Its speed was so fast that it had no time to provide any support or reaction, completely overturning its predictions.

The noisy howling of wolves in the forest suddenly disappeared, leaving only the rustling sound of wind and snow.

However, the oppressive feeling of the entire open space did not lessen; on the contrary, it became even more intense.

The Wolf King raised its head, its dark beastly eyes fixed on Lu Heng as he landed, and let out a low, hoarse howl from deep within its throat.

The voice was not hurried, but filled with icy killing intent.

Lu Heng looked down at the only remaining Black Iron Tier ferocious beast in front of him, and a strange heat surged in his chest that he had never felt before.

I can't quite describe what emotion it is.

It wasn't panic, it wasn't fear.

Instead, it was as if the tension accumulated from days of life-and-death battles, the suppressed repression from repeated endurance and tug-of-war, had finally broken free of its shackles at this moment.

His vision was slightly reddish, and a faint trace of bloodshot appeared in his eyes.

My mindset subtly shifted, and an extreme sense of belligerence spread through my veins.

The rationality of patiently pulling things out, proceeding steadily and circuitously, avoiding recklessness and abstaining from greed was gradually replaced by a surging desire to kill.

He suddenly didn't want to wait any longer, didn't want to drag things out any longer, and didn't want to rely on the terrain to survive any longer.

The battle will end today.

Lu Heng took a deep breath, his chest heaving with heat, and the Hunting Blade in his hand trembled slightly. The feel of the blade, which usually required deliberate sharpening, was now incredibly smooth, every inch of its blade intent perfectly matching his wrist, body, and rhythm.

Supernormal State.

He could clearly sense that his swordsmanship, reaction, and speed at this moment were stronger, smoother, and more ruthless than usual.

The Grayfang Wolf King under the tree had already gathered its strength. It pushed off the ground with its four limbs and charged forward with its massive body, heading straight for where Lu Heng was standing. Its fierce and brute force crushed the wind and snow as it charged.

On any other day, Lu Heng would have climbed higher, circled around, and waited for an opening.

But at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.

I'm not hiding anymore.

Lu Heng planted his feet firmly on the snow and suddenly charged forward, taking the initiative to meet the Wolf King's killing intent head-on!

In mid-air, the Wolf King bared its fangs, displaying its ferocity.

Lu Heng adjusted his grip on the knife, blade facing forward, and using the momentum of the clash, unleashed a powerful slash.

The Grayfang Wolf King was completely enraged. Without dodging or avoiding, he took the attack head-on.

Bang!

The blade struck the Wolf King's thick shoulder and back fur. The tough hide absorbed some of the force, but it still left a deep, bloody gash.

Upon landing, Lu Heng rolled over to dissipate the force and landed steadily on the snow.

Almost simultaneously, the Wolf King's claws swept down.

The dark, sharp wolf claws whistled through the air as they viciously clawed at his arm with incredible speed.

Snap!

The sharp claws slammed into the outer layer of animal hide armor, the force tearing through the fur with a piercing crack.

However, the soft animal hide and hard leather armor wrapped around the inner layer effectively cushioned the impact, and the sharp claws failed to penetrate the defenses, leaving only a few scratches of varying depths on the surface of the armor, without damaging the flesh at all.

Lu Heng was completely oblivious to the tremors he was experiencing; his eyes were even more bloodshot.

Wearing leather armor and leg guards, his layers of protection gave him the confidence to fight head-on.

Since we can defend against it, there's no need to retreat.

He charged forward, his Hunting Blade moving so fast it left afterimages. Taking advantage of the Wolf King's turn, he slashed twice, each strike landing on the wound inflicted in the previous round, exacerbating the injury.

The Wolf King, in pain, went completely berserk.

Its massive body twisted, pounced, and bit wildly, its sharp claws flashing, its jaws locking in a deadly grip. Every attack carried the terrifying brute force of Black Iron Tier ferocious beast.

The claws struck Lu Heng's leather armor and leg guards repeatedly, producing dull impacts and scraping sounds.

The outer layer of animal hide kept breaking and curling up, but it could never penetrate the armor to injure the flesh.

Lu Heng withstood all the damage head-on, neither dodging nor maneuvering, abandoning all attempts to kite, purely exchanging blows for damage, engaging in close-quarters berserk combat.

His gaze was fixed on the Wolf King's beastly eyes, his eyes bloodshot and fierce, as if he were completely immersed in the battle.

His usual composure and calmness vanished, replaced by a single thought—to defeat his opponent.

His swordsmanship became increasingly refined and fluid. Chopping, stabbing, parrying, slashing, deflecting, entangling, and cutting—all the basic movements were executed flawlessly in his hands, with a perfectly closed rhythm. Every strike precisely targeted the Wolf King's weaknesses.

The Wolf King is extremely fast, incredibly strong, and highly intelligent, constantly changing its tactics, anticipating attacks, and flanking maneuvers.

But Lu Heng, now in Supernormal State, reacted faster, spotted weaknesses more accurately, and struck with greater ferocity.

Snowflakes danced in the air as a man and a wolf engaged in a fierce, close-quarters battle across the pristine white snowfield.

The ferocity of beasts and the killing intent of humans collided and intertwined completely in this vast forest.

The Wolf King's wounds multiplied, blood soaking through its fur, which frosted slightly in the sub-zero temperatures, and its movements were gradually slowed by the ongoing injuries.

Lu Heng fought with increasing confidence and composure, his eyes still bloodshot and his fighting spirit undiminished.

He clearly felt that he had completely let go of all restraints in the fight.

Fear, hesitation, caution, and conservatism were all suppressed by the surging will to survive and the desire to kill.

At the last moment, the Grayfang Wolf King, despite his severe injuries, launched one last desperate attack.

Lu Heng's pupils narrowed as he seized upon its fatal flaw: its center of gravity had completely shifted forward, and its old wounds had reopened.

All the strength in his body was concentrated in his wrist, and the Hunting Blade was thrust out steadily.

Precise, swift, and deadly.

The blade pierced through a vital spot.

The charging Wolf King suddenly froze in place, all its movements instantly suspended in time.

The next second, the massive Black Iron Tier beast body emitted a faint, shimmering white light, slowly fading, disintegrating, and dissipating like a stream of data.

The wind and snow continue.

In the center of the open space, only Lu Heng remained, holding his knife. His animal hide armor was covered in scratches, and the bloodlust in his eyes slowly faded, his boiling blood gradually calming down.

The commotion subsided, and deathly silence returned to the mountains and forests.

This frenzied battle was ultimately brought to a close by his own hand.