Rebirth in a Courtyard: I Am a Little Hunter

This terrifying archery skill and killing efficiency were clearly beyond the comprehension of the remaining wolves! Animals also have instincts, and the fear of death is ingrained in their bones! The wolf king let out a roar of shock and anger, with even a hint of disbelief in his voice.

The other three wolves (including the two feigning an attack from the other side and the other flanking one) visibly faltered, their attack slowing down. Their ferocity was quelled by this sudden, thunderous strike, and a flicker of fear and hesitation instinctively flashed in their green eyes. Their encirclement faltered momentarily.

But a wolf pack is still a wolf pack, especially one driven by hunger for who knows how long. After a brief pause, urged on by the wolf alpha's more urgent, ferocious, and somewhat crazed howl, the remaining three wolves' eyes blazed with green light. Their ferocity completely overwhelmed their fear, and together with the wolf alpha, they pounced from three directions with even greater madness and recklessness!

This time, they no longer cared about tactical coordination; all that remained was the most primal desire to tear apart the terrifying prey before them! The wolf king no longer sat calmly in the center but personally participated in the attack. Although its right forelimb was slightly lame, its speed and power in the attack still far exceeded that of an ordinary hungry wolf, its target aimed directly at Wei Chen's throat!

The distance was too close, and there was no time to use the bow and arrow again. Without hesitation, Wei Chen slung the hunting bow behind his back and instantly stored it in his spatial storage. His free hands clenched into fists, and he channeled his true energy into his arms. A faint light flowed beneath his skin as he faced the largest and only brown wolf attacking from the front. Without retreating or dodging, he threw a punch!

This punch, seemingly simple and straightforward, contained the immense power honed by the "Nine Heavens Shooting Sun Technique" and the fierce fist intent that Wei Chen had honed in countless life-and-death battles in the game world! The wind from the punch was so strong that it even pushed away the snowflakes and the stench from the wolf's mouth!

"Bang!" A muffled sound, like a heavy hammer striking leather!

The fist landed precisely on the relatively soft area where the brown wolf's chest and abdomen had been exposed during its pounce (the solar plexus)! The "crack" of bones shattering was clearly audible!

The burly brown wolf, weighing over a hundred pounds, was sent flying two or three meters through the air by the punch, crashing heavily onto the snow. Blood gushed from its mouth and nose, mixed with fragments of its internal organs. It couldn't even howl; it just convulsed violently a few times before falling silent.

One punch kills the wolf!

At the same time, Wei Chen spun around like a windmill, his left leg sweeping backward like a steel whip! With his true essence flowing in, this kick was powerful and heavy, bringing with it a sharp whooshing sound!

"Crack!" Another crisp sound rang out. A skinny wolf that was trying to sneak up on him from the side and behind was hit squarely in the waist by this kick. It screamed and flew sideways, crashing into a protruding rock. With a "crack", its spine was obviously broken. It went limp and could only exhale but not inhale.

Just as Wei Chen swept out with his left leg, the wolf king, the last to pounce, had already leaped into the air and was less than a meter in front of him! Its blood-red maw was wide open, and its gleaming white fangs were only inches away from Wei Chen's throat! The stench of hot air almost hit Wei Chen's face! In the wolf king's yellowish-brown eyes, there was cruelty, madness, and a hint of resolute determination to kill!

A close call!

Wei Chen seemed to have eyes in the back of his head! Just as the wolf king leaped into the air and its claws were about to touch his shoulder, before his left leg, which had just swept out, had fully retracted, his right leg had already acted as a pivot, and his entire body twisted around with incredible flexibility and speed, so that he was now facing the wolf king!

At the same time, he leaned his upper body back slightly, narrowly avoiding the wolf king's first outstretched claws. He turned his right fist into a palm, his five fingers joined together like a knife, his true essence highly concentrated at the edge of his palm, and slashed diagonally upwards in the direction the wolf king was pouncing!

This strike was as fast as lightning, ruthless and decisive, aimed directly at the vulnerable spot where the wolf king's jaw and neck connected!

The palm strike whistled through the air! This palm strike, delivered after the initial strike, landed with pinpoint accuracy on the wolf king's jawbone!

"Crack!" A tooth-grinding sound of bones breaking! "Woo-hoo—!" The wolf king let out a miserable howl of extreme pain, its attack abruptly halted, its massive body losing its balance, tumbling and crashing into the snow at Wei Chen's feet. Its limbs convulsed violently, blood and foam gushed from its mouth and nose, its eyes quickly dimmed, leaving only the hoarse sound of air leaking from its throat.

Wei Chen's palm strike not only severed its jawbone, but the fierce force also shattered its throat and part of its cervical vertebrae! Even with the wolf king's tenacious vitality, it suffered a fatal blow in an instant!

From the moment the wolf pack launched their attack to the death of the last wolf alpha, the entire process took only two or three minutes.

The wind and snow continued to howl, swirling up the snowflakes on the ground and quickly covering the spreading bloodstains and wolf carcasses with a thin layer of white frost. Wei Chen stood alone in the gradually darkening twilight, slowly withdrawing his stance and calming the surging true energy within his body.

His worn-out cotton-padded coat, aside from a few specks of snow and the inevitable dust from the fight, was completely undamaged and spotless. The seven ferocious prairie wolves were now all cold corpses at his feet.

He was slightly out of breath, sweat beaded on his forehead, and his chest rose and fell slightly. The battle just now seemed easy and effortless, but in reality, it had taken a lot of toll, especially the final blow against the wolf king, which had used up almost 70-80% of his true energy, and his mind had been highly focused.

But the results were also remarkable. This was the first time he had ever fought head-on against such a large number of ferocious apex predators in the real world, and had achieved a complete victory!

It was also the first time I completely let go of myself and went through a thoroughly enjoyable battle.

The powerful physical attributes, extraordinary reaction speed, refined true energy, and honed combat experience gained from the Nine Heavens Sun Shooting Technique were perfectly validated in this brief but intense bloody battle.

He stood still, took a few deep breaths to calm his turbulent blood and vital energy. Then he stepped forward and began to examine the spoils of war.

The wolf pelts were all intact, only damaged in places where they had been hit by arrows or fists. However, after tanning, they were still good quality pelts, especially valuable in this era of scarcity. They were good for personal use or for bartering.

Although wolf meat is coarse and has a gamey smell, it is rich in calories and protein, making it an excellent meat supplement.

Without hesitation, he mentally stored the seven wolf corpses one by one into his spatial storage. On the snow, only scattered traces of a struggle, splattered blood, and dark red bloodstains that hadn't fully frozen stood out starkly against the pristine white. However, it wouldn't be long before new snowfall buried it all, as if this life-or-death battle between man and wolf had never happened.

After doing all this, Wei Chen looked up at the sky, which had completely darkened, and the distant mountain ranges that resembled the spine of a giant.

On his very first day on the grasslands, he experienced such a thrilling hunt and life-or-death struggle, which gave him a deeper and more direct understanding of the dangers and opportunities of this land. The rules of survival here are far more direct and cruel than in cities and villages.

"Looks like I'll have to find a safer place to spend the night," he muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping towards the sheltered hill in the distance. The wolf pack had appeared and been wiped out there, so the area should be relatively safe for the time being, but he still had to be wary of other wolf packs or trouble caused by the smell of blood, like… a bear?

He didn't leave immediately. Instead, he used his mental energy again to carefully sense the surrounding area within several hundred meters. After confirming that there were no other dangerous signs, he began to walk towards the small hill that seemed to offer some shelter. His figure gradually blurred in the deepening twilight and swirling snowflakes, eventually merging into the vast snowfield.

Behind them, only the howling wind and the lingering, faint smell of blood remained, as if telling the story of the brief but intense life-or-death battle between hunter and beast.

The nights on the grasslands are cold, long, and fraught with danger.

Wei Chen regulated his breathing and headed towards the habitat he had just seen, then prepared to return to the hunter's hut in the game world to rest!

The wind in the wilderness grew increasingly fierce, whipping up fine snow that stung our faces like grit. The distant mountain silhouettes became increasingly blurred in the twilight, resembling crouching giant beasts.

Just then, a strange sound seemed to be carried on the wind.

It wasn't the howl of wolves, nor the whistling of the wind blowing through the rocks. The sound was extremely faint, intermittent, like a suppressed groan of pain, or a desperate cry, drifting with the wind, almost completely drowned out by the sound of the wind and snow.

If Wei Chen hadn't mastered the "Nine Heavens Shooting Sun Technique" to a point where his five senses far surpassed those of ordinary people, and if his mental energy hadn't been constantly on high alert, he probably wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

He immediately focused his attention and listened intently, extending his mental perception as far as possible in the direction from which the sound came—roughly northeast, closer to the leeward side of the hills.

"...Uh...Help...Is anyone there...Hehe..." The voice became clearer; it was a man's, his Mandarin pronunciation somewhat stiff, mixed with pain and despair, clearly indicating he was at his last gasp.

His mental energy swept across the area like invisible tentacles, and soon, a scene appeared in Wei Chen's mind: about two hundred meters away, beside a low-lying snow pit, lay a chestnut horse, its leg seemingly broken, struggling in vain and neighing in pain.

Beside the horses, a burly figure wearing a heavy fur robe and a felt hat lay half-reclined in the snow, one leg bent unnaturally, his fur trousers torn, revealing a bloody wound, the blood staining the white snow beneath him.

Not far from him, a smaller wolf, seemingly injured, was limping as it tried to approach again, its eyes gleaming with a greedy green light. Further away, on the snow, lay two more wolf carcasses.

Clearly, this was a herdsman who had encountered a pack of wolves (likely remnants of the previous pack or another small group). His horse had been startled and thrown from its perch, injuring him. Although he had fought desperately and killed two wolves, he was also seriously injured and trapped, with another wounded wolf lurking nearby. In this bitterly cold, desolate night, without anyone to rescue him, he would certainly not survive.