Chapter 0042 - Ruthlessness

In the wee hours of the night, Qin Wen was awakened by the sound of jokes and laughter.

A group of men and women were talking and laughing as they walked past the foot of the mountain, not caring about the dangers of the forest late at night, talking and laughing recklessly.

"It's them?" Qin Wen hid at the top of the mountain and watched, and as the men and women walked through an open area, he recognized the group by the faint moonlight.

It was none other than the group that had provoked him in the Fifth Martial Arts Stadium that day.

Surprisingly, there were fifteen of them in this group, and their strength was generally very strong, so it was no wonder that they were emboldened.

Qin Wen quietly hid and tried not to be discovered, he didn't have the strength to fight against so many people right now.

"Wait!" A male disciple in the group suddenly raised his hand.

"What's going on?" The rest of them were alert, silently standing in a square formation to match, smiles on their faces and sharp eyes.

"Qin Wen is here." The male disciple looked around with a grin. He was the male student who had taken the initiative to provoke Qin Wen in the Fifth Martial Arts Arena that day, and had arrogantly touched Qin Wen's bag. However, he did not touch it casually, but took the opportunity to smear a special spice underneath Qin Wen's bag.

This spice was colorless and tasteless, and while ordinary people couldn't smell it, he was able to catch the scent from miles away.

Under his leadership, the fifteen-member team had followed the scent all the way here. However, it had been three or four days since the spice had been applied, and the scent had faded so much that he could only determine a general area.

"We found it!" The disciples all smiled wildly, their brows furrowed as they gazed out into the dense forest around them, while others gazed up at the high mountains beside them.

"Can you be sure?" A female disciple walked forward with an iron whip.

"Sure!" The male disciple's name was Chen Jian, Spiritual Martial Seventh Heavenly Realm, upper class disciple.

"Groups of three, spread out and look for Qin Wen, he's around here, maybe he's already asleep."

"Whoever finds him first, don't be in a hurry to kill, of course we should all enjoy such an interesting thing together."

"We'll look for this side, you guys feel free."

"Qin Wen brat, sister is here."

The fifteen people split into five groups, grabbing their weapons with bad jokes as they dispersed, with two of the groups heading directly towards the high mountain where Qin Wen was lurking.

At the top of the mountain, Qin Wen stared slightly, swinging three flying daggers from his waist, ready to kill. He wondered how he had been discovered, but he couldn't think about that now, it was important to rush out first, or else if he fell into the hands of this group, they would really want him dead.

But at this time ...

"Ah!" Screams suddenly came from the group heading west.

"Haha, you found it so quickly?" The remaining four groups hurriedly turned around and rushed over.

However, when the fifteen-member team regrouped, everyone's faces turned white.

The dark forest in front of them lit up with pairs of green eyes, and a group of dark shadows stood there, looking at them coldly.

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Ghost demons? They were alert and slowly retreated, and instead of moving away, the 'eyes' in the darkness followed and advanced.

In the faint and sporadic moonlight, they finally saw clearly what the pack was.

Wolves!

Spirit demons, giant Blizzard wolves!

Hundreds of Blizzard Giant Wolves, majestic in size, with sharp claws glistening in the cold light, covered in coarse, hard, black fur, grimacing with fangs and dripping with saliva as they approached step by step, forming a fan-shaped encirclement.

The fifteen-member team struggled to swallow the saliva, their breathing couldn't help but be rapid, hundreds of Spirit Demons, ah, bumping into 'Great Luck'!

"Stir up the martial arts! Deter them!"

The leading male disciple chanted softly and was the first to display his martial arts, cold white mist filling his entire body and spreading silently, the leaves and messy branches under his feet freezing with frost, his hands crossed in front of his body, his palms condensing into fine ice crystals.

The others suppressed their fear and displayed their martial arts one after another. They were all above the Sixth Heaven of Spiritual Martial Arts, and their strength was much stronger than that of the Blizzard Giant Wolves.

The Blizzard Giant Wolves didn't attack immediately and seemed to have some concerns.

The atmosphere was frozen and very oppressive.

"Don't panic! Don't ever panic!"

"Stand together and look them straight in the eye.

The leading disciple kept reminding them, even though they were stronger than the wolves, the wolves were hundreds of wolves, and all of them were fierce spirit demons, if they were to fight, it was likely that both of them would be defeated, or even all of them would be wiped out.

The wolves slowly walked out of the wolf's head, its size is bigger than a bison, the whole body is thick muscles, giving people a strong feeling of oppression. It was majestic and murderous, with a mouth full of fangs and sharp claws as big as bushels, it trampled the branches and walked towards them.

"Hear my call, no one moves first." The leading male disciple was a Spirit Martial Ninth Heaven, and he stood at the front of the room, coldly facing the head wolf.

The head wolf let out a low roar as if he was making some kind of call, and the surrounding wolves lowered their roars, bowed their heads, and glared at them viciously.

"What is the meaning of this? What are they going to do?"

A female student wondered, pulling hard to draw her longbow, which was a missile condensed into spiritual energy that burned with power.

The disciple beside her gritted his teeth and said, "How should I know? Are the disciples of the Qing Yun Sect still afraid of these beasts?"

"Wolf teeth and wolf claws are good things, really want to fight, who is afraid of ..." Before Jian Chen could finish his words, the head wolf let out a loud and long howl, and hundreds of wolves, like arrows from a bow, rushed at them.

"Fight!" The fifteen disciples changed color in unison and shouted in alarm as they rushed at the wolves.

A fierce and vicious battle was being fought in the forest, the fifteen disciples were all elite, strong and well-coordinated, they didn't retreat, they charged directly into the depths of the wolves.

The individual strength of the wolves was slightly weaker, but they were more numerous, fierce and wild, lunging forward and backward.

The spiritual energy stirred, the martial arts showed their power, and the scene quickly became chaotic. Blood splattered everywhere and hissed into pieces. The smell of blood stung the Blizzard Giant Wolves, and their attack became more and more fierce.

Their team had participated in three hunting conferences before and after, so they were very experienced and confident that they could repel the wolves as they fought through gritted teeth. However, the battle quickly turned.

"Ah! Help me!" A disciple was suddenly attacked by a giant wolf, and next to him, three to five giant wolves attacked him, and the screams turned into cries, and then there was no sound.

"Bastards, get out of my way!" A disciple rushed forward, stirring up a majestic torrent of water as he pushed forward, but he only cared about the front, on both sides, a number of blast giant wolves rushed out one after another, the blast wind whistled and raged, their thick, sharp claws slashing at their heads.

The wolves are huge in number, ferocious and savage, running and sprinting in a tight formation, the scene is becoming more and more chaotic, they can't take it anymore, and five of them died in the blink of an eye.

Qin Wen stood at the top of the mountain, coldly watching all of this.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!"

"Gather and retreat!"

"Gather around me and kill!"

The leading disciple shouted anxiously, calling for the other disciples to gather.

The wolves wouldn't let go, pouncing like mad, the wild scene was shocking.

The chase and killing lasted for an hour, all the way out over ten miles of mountain road, attracted a few teams nearby, but at the sight of this scene, immediately far away, no one wants to cause trouble.

In the end, five of the ten disciples survived, struggling to free themselves from the wolves' pursuit.

They were covered in wounds, stunned after the attack, each one panting heavily, their hearts beating out of their chests.

"How many of us are left?"

A male student's face was covered in blood, his voice trembling.

"Five people, only five left." The disciple next to him sat paralyzed under the old tree, looking up at the dense canopy, sporadic moonlight spilling through the cracks onto his terrified face.

"Ten dead?" A female disciple couldn't accept it, originally they were happily tracking the 'prey', but in the blink of an eye they became the prey and ten of their brothers died, how could they explain it back? How could they participate in the next hunt?

"Let's find a safe place to hide first." Jian Chen clung to the old tree and gasped weakly, healing his wounds was important first.

"Where is Qin Wen?" The female disciple raised her head.

"Never mind, leave it to the other teams to clean up..." Jian Chen was about to stand up when his face suddenly changed.

"What's wrong?" The other four were immediately on guard, could it be that the wolves were catching up?

Jian Chen shrugged his shoulders, and his expression changed. He smelled a special scent, a very familiar and familiar scent.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Qin Wen."

"What?"

"Qin Wen seems to be nearby."

"He's not in the ...." The female disciple opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound.

On the dimly lit forest floor in front of them, a tall and thin teenager slowly walked out, carrying a brightly shining longsword in his hand.

"Qin Wen?" The faces of the five disciples were ugly, why was he here? Following him all the way here?

Qin Wen stopped not far away, his face was expressionless, but his breath was getting colder and colder.

"We weren't looking for you, but you actually sent yourself to the door." The female disciple gripped the iron whip tightly, but the voice she shouted out was very bottomless.

Qin Wen stood for a while and slowly walked towards them, his eyes cold.

"What do you want? I'm warning you not to mess around."

"Qin Wen, please leave, there is no enmity or grudge between us, you'd better not do anything to take advantage of the fire."

"We're all fellow students, there's no need to ruin our relationship."

"Please leave, I don't want to say it a second time."

"What are you doing? Stop, stop!"

The five people shouted in shock and hastily retreated.

Qin Wen's steps became faster and faster, the sharp sword in his hand swirling with biting sword qi as he mercilessly slashed at Jian Chen.

"Ah..."

Miserable screams echoed through the ancient forest, waking the birds before dawn and shattering the silence of the forest.