Tiger, I rejected the iron rice bowl.

On the other side, Wang Yuyu was walking through the forest, stepping on the snow, constantly scanning her surroundings, carefully searching for traces left by the wolf pack, and occasionally sniffing the air for the wolf scent to determine the wolf pack's location.

Just then, he heard the wolf king's fierce roar, and his eyes immediately lit up. He grinned, revealing sharp teeth, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

prey!

Oh no!

They are the enemy!

Right ahead!

Without further hesitation, he pushed off the ground with all fours and ran like an arrow toward the source of the roar, his tiger fur billowing in the wind, making him look majestic.

From a bird's-eye view, a robust Siberian tiger and a pack of ferocious wolves are rapidly charging toward the same center, the distance between them constantly shrinking.

At this speed, they could collide head-on in just five or six minutes, making a fierce, life-or-death battle over territorial ownership inevitable.

Soon, the wolf pack reached a high slope, where the terrain was open and there was a flat open space in front, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

This was a battlefield carefully chosen by the wolf pack, which allowed them to use the terrain to their advantage to defend against Wang Yuyu's attacks and also to buy more time for the old and weak members of the pack to evacuate.

"Awoo!"

The wolf king let out a low growl, his voice deep and majestic.

The accompanying wolf pack immediately stopped and quickly dispersed, forming a tight encirclement on the high slope. Each wolf had a fierce look in its eyes, its mouth slightly open, revealing sharp fangs, and it stared intently at the woods ahead, ready for battle.

Hearing the wolf king's low growl, Wang Yuyu also realized that the wolf pack was not far ahead, and immediately slowed down, her steps becoming steady and deliberate.

With each step, he deliberately straightened his body and slightly raised his posture, making his already robust figure look even taller and more intimidating.

Reaching the edge of the woods, he abruptly stopped and, facing the clearing ahead, let out another, even louder and more domineering tiger roar: "Roar!"

This tiger's roar, carrying the absolute majesty of the king of the forest, was extremely penetrating, causing the wolves to stiffen. Even the strong wolves that had formed an encirclement couldn't help but shrink back.

The scout wolf at the forefront, responsible for reconnaissance, was so terrified by this powerful aura that it shrank back, tucked its tail between its legs, and scrambled to the wolf king's side, head down, trembling all over, as if it had been greatly frightened.

But the wolf king remained unmoved, standing tall and proud, his gaze piercing through the clearing to see Wang Yuyu's figure at the edge of the woods.

It suddenly raised its head and let out a long howl, "Awoo!"

The voice was long and fierce, both to boost the morale of the wolf pack and to declare war on Wang Yuyu.

With the wolf king's long howl, the surrounding wolf pack instantly became restless. They ran back and forth on the snow, their claws constantly scratching the ground, sending snow flying. Their eyes were full of tension and ferocity as they stared intently at Wang Yuyu, who was approaching, but none of them dared to launch the first attack.

They feared Wang Yuyu, but dared not disobey the wolf king's orders. They could only pace anxiously in place, waiting for the command to attack.

Just then, Wang Yuyu strode out of the woods with steady steps.

He was tall and muscular, covered in thick, glossy tiger fur. His amber eyes were filled with ferocity, and his mouth was slightly open, revealing sharp fangs.

The small ball under his neck swayed gently, creating a subtle contrast with his fierce aura.

He stood tall and proud, exuding the air of a king descending from the mountain. Facing a wolf pack that far outnumbered him, he showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he radiated an arrogance and domineering aura of "I'll take them down one by one, or a whole pack if they come."

When Wang Yuyu was still ten meters away from the wolf pack, she suddenly stopped, her amber eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced at the wolves on the high slope, inwardly marveling:

"Damn, a full 11 wolves, all strong and healthy young wolves, not a single old, weak, or disabled one!"

"It seems my 'good neighbor' has grown stronger again. Judging from this size, the entire wolf pack must have at least 20 members. It's quite a large pack! Impressive!"

But the next second, his gaze met precisely with that of the wolf king on the high slope. The astonishment in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by utter disdain and arrogance. He sneered inwardly:

"Hmph, what good are their numbers? They're just a rabble!"

"I'm not the same newbie I was a year ago. Now, I can still utterly crush you guys!"

He slowly raised one of his front paws, gently scratched under his neck, and pulled out the small ball hidden in the tiger's fur.

This little ball is nice, but it can get in the way during a fight. If it falls accidentally, you have to look for it, so it becomes a burden.

He casually tossed the ball into the snow beside him, and it rolled a few times before coming to a stop.

Then, he lowered his body slightly, his muscles tensed instantly, and he charged towards the wolf king on the high slope, his target clear and unambiguous.

As for the terrain that the wolf pack carefully chose?

In Wang Yuyu's eyes, it was nothing but a joke!

"I am the Mountain Lord, how dare you block my way with a mere little steep slope?"

He thought smugly to himself, "A bunch of weaklings. My superior intelligence saw right through your tricks. Now, it's time for my superpowers to shine!"

With a running start, he propelled himself up the steep slope with lightness and speed, his movements crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation, as if the steep slope did not exist at all.

But the moment Wang Yuyu moved, the wolf pack on the hillside also moved instantly.

But instead of confronting them head-on, they all turned around and fled quickly to the rear.

Over the past year, the wolf king and Wang Yuyu have had a love-hate relationship. The wolf king had long since figured out Wang Yuyu's strength and knew that even if his wolf pack had a numerical advantage, it was no match for this strong Siberian tiger. They dared not confront him head-on.

The reason it led this pack of strong wolves to stay and fight was never to fight Wang Yuyu to the death, but to buy enough time for the old, weak, sick and disabled in the pack to retreat.

Their mission is complete once the elderly and infirm have been safely evacuated.

Wang Yu rushed up the steep slope in one breath and stood steadily in the spot where the wolf king had just stood. Looking up, he saw that the once dense pack of wolves had long since scattered, leaving only an empty hillside and messy wolf footprints.

He was instantly dumbfounded, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes filled with bewilderment, and he couldn't help but roar inwardly, "Why are you all running away?! Weren't you going to fight me? Come back here! Why did you all run away?!"

But the wolves had already retreated to a distance of more than twenty meters, each one watching him warily, showing no intention of approaching him at all, only daring to linger at a safe distance.