Rebirth in a Courtyard: I Am a Little Hunter

"Ugh—!" "Second Brother" let out a muffled, inhuman howl as his wrist, gripping the scraper, bent backward at an eerie angle! A piercing pain, like an electric current, instantly swept through his body, draining all his strength. He collapsed to the ground like a mangy dog ​​whose spine had been removed, clutching his severed wrist and writhing and convulsing in agony. Large beads of cold sweat instantly covered his forehead!

The commotion here was like pouring cold water into boiling oil, causing an instant uproar!

"Second Brother!" "Damn! They've got some tough guys! Get out of here!" Two panicked, distorted screams pierced the night sky! The other two guys who had just reached the target's door were terrified by this swift and decisive action!

The one called "Third Brother" was sturdy, had the fastest reflexes, and was the most ruthless and desperate. When he saw "Second Brother" fall to the ground and scream in agony, instead of turning to run away, a glint of frenzied madness flashed in his eyes!

He actually abandoned the target door that was within reach, let out a low growl, pulled a gleaming dagger with a serrated edge from his pocket, and pounced on Wei Chen's lower back like a mad boar! The dagger, carrying a stench, drew a cold arc of death in the dim streetlights! He was clearly planning a "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" tactic, forcing Wei Chen back to save his accomplice.

"You're courting death!" Wei Chen didn't even turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. Just as the serrated dagger was about to pierce his cotton coat, his body, as if boneless, moved with incredible flexibility in a tiny, exquisitely precise twist to the left! The sharp edge of the dagger grazed the hem of his clothes, leaving only a soft sound of tearing fabric fibers!

At the same time, Wei Chen's twisting and sliding movements were fluid and graceful. Using the twisting waist power, his right arm swung back like a steel whip full of power! The hard elbow joint, accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, slammed into "Third Brother's" unsuspecting and wide-open left temple with perfect accuracy!

"Bang!" A dull thud, like a heavy hammer striking a sandbag!

Without even uttering a sound, the "third brother" rolled his eyes back, revealing large patches of white. His fierce expression froze on his face. His body was like a tattered sack that had been hit head-on by a speeding truck. His feet left the ground, and he flew straight backward, crashing heavily onto the cold, hard ground with a "thud," kicking up a cloud of dust!

His limbs twitched violently a few times before he fell completely silent. Only white foam mixed with blood oozed from his mouth and nose, a testament to the terrifying force of that fierce attack.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Chen had dealt with the two men like lightning! Clean, decisive, ruthless, and without the slightest hesitation!

While Wei Chen was dealing with "Third Brother", the thin figure called "Fifth Brother" was completely terrified by the scene before him, which was like a demon god descending to earth!

He no longer had any thought of stealing; only one thought remained in his mind—run! Run as far away as possible! Get away from this scourge!

He let out a strange, inhuman cry, like a mouse whose tail had been stepped on, and turned to run for his life through the gap in the wall he had climbed over!

He didn't even dare to take the main road. Instead, he scrambled into the tall, withered, and dense wasteland next to him, using his small frame to desperately push aside the withered grass and flee for his life into the vast, dark wilderness beyond the factory area! His figure was quickly swallowed up by the swaying withered grass.

"Woof—Woof!!!" A deafening roar, filled with violent pressure and endless rage, resounded like a thunderclap from a clear sky in front of the gap!

A huge, golden figure, like a god descending to earth, brought a stench and arrived at the gap with a speed far beyond human perception, crashing down in front of the gap!

It was Dahuang! Its massive body was like an insurmountable barrier, almost blocking the entire gap. Its eerie green eyes burned with cold fury in the darkness, its sharp fangs bared, gleaming with a chilling white light in the dim lamplight, and a low, deadly roar rumbled in its throat. Its bristling fur made it look like a ferocious beast from the ancient wilderness!

That fierce aura, forged in countless battles and amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, was like a tangible shockwave, instantly terrifying "Old Five," who was desperately fleeing towards the gap, leaving him utterly terrified and utterly horrified!

"Oh my god! Dog! Big dog!" The fifth dog, who was rushing ahead, was so frightened by the sudden appearance of the fierce creature blocking his way that his legs went weak and he stumbled and fell into the tall grass, his face covered in dry grass.

He looked up in terror and saw Big Yellow blocking the gap like a golden-armored war god, then saw Wei Chen slowly approaching from behind like a death knell with cold eyes, and two accomplices on the ground who seemed to have no idea whether they were alive or dead... A huge fear, enough to destroy his reason, instantly seized him!

He let out a piercing, inhuman scream, and scrambled to change direction, no longer trying to return to the gap, but fleeing desperately towards the distant, dark wilderness beyond the city, a place filled with ravines and rocks! His figure appeared and disappeared behind undulating hills and sparse, withered trees, looking utterly disheveled.

"Trying to run?" Wei Chen's eyes were as cold as knives. He strode to the opening, vigorously ruffled Big Yellow's hair, pointed in the direction "Fifth Brother" had disappeared, and his voice was firm and authoritative: "Chase him! Catch him!"

"Woof!" Big Yellow responded with a short, powerful bark, full of excitement and fighting spirit. Without the slightest hesitation, its massive body shot out like a golden arrow, plunging headfirst into the dense, withered grass!

It didn't need Wei Chen to point out the specific path; relying entirely on its unique, far superior sense of smell compared to ordinary hunting dogs, it relentlessly pursued the intense, pungent smell of fear, sweat, and body odor in the air—a scent that was both panicked and like a guiding light! Its powerful body roughly parted the withered grass, making a rustling sound, leaving a clear, trampled path pointing into the darkness.

Wei Chen followed closely behind, his figure unfolding, utilizing the movement techniques of the "Nine Heavens Shooting Sun Technique" to the fullest. He did not follow the path paved by Da Huang, but rather, like a ghost in the dark, leaped and flew among the undulating hills, jagged rocks, and sparse withered tree trunks. With each landing point, he used precise leverage, his figure unpredictable yet his speed astonishing.

The night wind was like a cold knife, stinging his face, but the constant flow of his inner energy brought warmth and dispelled the chill, keeping his speed, endurance, and senses at their peak.

His mental power was like an invisible radar, firmly locking onto the figure fleeing frantically in the darkness ahead, as well as the powerful tracking trajectory of Big Yellow.

A man and his dog, like two elusive shadows, sped across the silent, boundless autumn night wilderness. Big Yellow's tracking ability was on full display. It needed no sight, relying entirely on its extraordinary sense of smell to relentlessly pinpoint the scent trail of its target.

Even though "Old Five" tried several times to shake off the pursuit by rolling around in ravines full of gravel and thorns, attempting to cover his scent with mud and grass juice, or suddenly changing direction and burrowing into a denser, thorny thicket, it was all in vain!

Rhubarb could always accurately relock its direction by relying on the extremely faint odor molecules left in the air, emitting a low and oppressive whimper to remind Wei Chen of the target's location and distance.

The fifth man ahead was already at his limit. The intense running had exhausted his already thin physique, and the cold night wind felt like a knife cutting into his lungs. Every breath was accompanied by burning pain and the smell of blood.

The dense withered grass, thorny bushes, and sharp pebbles severely slowed him down, causing him to stumble and fall repeatedly. His face and hands were covered in cuts that stung painfully.

The increasingly heavy footsteps and low, terrifying barks of dogs relentlessly pursuing him, like leeches clinging to his bones, along with the silent yet overwhelming sense of deathly pressure from his pursuers, pushed him to the brink of utter collapse. He felt like a mouse being toyed with by a cat, all his struggles futile.

"Huff...huff...please...please spare me...I...I can't go on...I'll give you everything...I'll give you everything..." He stumbled and ran, letting out desperate, tearful, and bloody wails. His face was covered in snot and tears, which were sticky and cold when the cold wind blew on it.

After fleeing for an unknown amount of time, a slightly elevated rocky hill came into view. On the shady side of the hill, an abandoned brick kiln could be vaguely seen, standing alone in the night. Most of the kiln had collapsed, and the dark entrance resembled the gaping maw of a monster, its interior unfathomable, exuding the smell of earth and decay.

Upon seeing the dilapidated kiln, a faint glimmer of hope, like a drowning man grasping at a straw, suddenly appeared in "Fifth Brother's" despairing eyes! There was a place to hide! Perhaps he could hide for a while! He squeezed out the last bit of strength in his body and scrambled towards the dark kiln entrance!

"Woof—Woof!!!" Big Yellow's roar was like the death knell, exploding less than five meters behind "Old Five"! The terrifying sound wave seemed to carry a tangible impact, causing the broken bricks and soil on the top of the broken kiln to fall down in a flurry!

"Old Five" was so frightened that he practically crawled and scrambled into the dark cave dwelling, which reeked of mildew and earthy smell!

He leaned against the cold, damp, moss-covered cave wall, panting heavily. His heart pounded as if it would leap out of his throat, and he trembled like the last leaf in the autumn wind, staring in terror at the open space outside the cave, illuminated by the cold moonlight. The darkness and cramped space gave him a false sense of security, but more than anything, it filled him with the despair of being trapped like a turtle in a jar.

The massive body of the giant yellow dog stood like an unshakeable golden-armored gatekeeper, firmly and imposingly blocking the only exit of the dilapidated kiln!

It didn't rush in to tear it apart immediately, but instead lowered its body slightly, its front paws gripping the ground tightly. Its eerie green eyes, like two searchlights, were locked on the trembling figure in the dark corner. A low, deadly roar rolled from its throat, and its fangs gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight!

That fierce aura, born from countless battles, surged like a cold tide, crashing against "Fifth Brother's" already fragile nerves, utterly crushing his last shred of will to resist.