louisehourcade Chapter 12 Wolf King? Instant Kill!
Chapter 12 Wolf King? Instant Kill!
The number of wind wolves is decreasing, but Zhao Tieshan and the others are also rapidly losing their strength.
Old Ma's crossbow was loading slower and slower, and Hong Gu was running out of bolts.
Just then!
The wolf king moved.
Its target was not Zhao Tieshan and his group.
It was Ye Feng.
The one protected by the four, the weakest and also the most delicious.
The speed of the third-tier Wind Wolf King was incredible; it was like a silver-gray lightning bolt, swooping down from a great height.
Its target was Ye Feng's throat.
"Ye Feng!" Zhao Tieshan roared, wanting to return to help, but was held back by three wind wolves.
That's it! A perfectly healthy young man is gone just like that. How am I going to explain this to Boss Xiong when I get back?!
This trip to the wilderness was a huge loss!
The wolf king's claws were already outstretched in front of Ye Feng, his face reflected in its eerie green pupils.
But there was no fear on that face.
There was not even surprise.
Ye Feng's expression was calm, without any fear.
The only excitement comes from encountering prey.
Those are all walking kill points!
At the same time, he moved his hand.
Sword-drawing technique, instant slash.
The blade flashed in the darkness like a bolt of lightning.
No one saw how that slash was made.
Even Zhao Laoda, who was at the mid-stage of the third rank, only saw a flash of white light before the wolf king's head flew into the air.
The silver-gray wolf head tumbled twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
The headless wolf king lunged forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud, its blood pooling in the air.
Zhao Laoda and his three companions were astonished. The surrounding wind wolves also ceased their attack!
Zhao Tieshan's hand holding the knife froze in mid-air.
Old Ma's mouth was agape, and the crossbow almost fell to the ground.
Hong Gu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Ah Kun's hand, which was pushing up his glasses, remained motionless on the bridge of his nose.
Tier 3 Wind Wolf King.
A knife.
It's gone?
"You..." Zhao Tieshan's voice was a little dry, "You just... killed the third-tier Wind Wolf King with a single strike?"
This is a mid-stage Tier 3 Wind Wolf King. Even with the cooperation of the other three, it's impossible for me to kill this guy with a single strike.
Ye Feng did not answer. He was looking at the system prompts in his mind.
[Slayed the Tier 3 Beast Wind Wolf King, gaining 500 Kill Points.]
[First kill of a Tier 3 Beast: 3 Achievement Points awarded.]
Five hundred kill points.
This wolf king is worth ten second-tier beasts.
But not enough.
There were also many second-tier wind wolves around.
Ye Feng rushed out.
"Captain Zhao, leave the rest to me."
"What did you say?" Zhao Tieshan thought he had misheard.
But no one answered him.
Ye Feng had already rushed out first.
"Are you insane!" Old Ma roared. "Those are dozens of second-tier wind wolves!"
But before he could finish speaking, he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
Because Ye Feng activated the purple entry.
Five identical Ye Fengs appeared simultaneously in the pack of wind wolves.
The wind wolves were completely confused. They didn't know which one to attack, so they could only instinctively pounce and bite in all directions.
But each time he pounced, he only bit into the air.
Ye Feng's true form freely switched between the five phantoms, each switch accompanied by a flash of bright sword light.
A wind wolf fell down.
Two.
Five.
Ten.
Ye Feng's blade was so fast that its trajectory was invisible, and each strike precisely cut into the Wind Wolf's vital points.
With the bullet time effect, the second-order wind wolf moves as slowly as if it were in slow motion.
Swords flashed across the ruins, and blood splattered everywhere.
In just one minute.
More than thirty second-tier wind wolves all fell into pools of blood.
Ye Feng sheathed his sword and stood there, surrounded by wolf carcasses. His black training uniform was stained with blood.
The ruins were eerily quiet.
One minute.
More than thirty second-tier wind wolves and one third-tier wolf king.
They were all instantly killed by a young man in the early stage of the second tier.
"You little brat!" Old Ma finally found his voice.
"What the hell kind of monster are you?"
Ye Feng turned around, his expression calm, as if he had just done something insignificant.
"Captain Zhao, what should we do with these wolf carcasses? They should be worth some money, right?"
Captain Zhao also realized what was happening.
"That old bastard Lei Xiong calls this 'having a good foundation'?"
He shook his head, bent down to pick up the fallen saber, and gave Ye Feng a deep look.
"It's more than just valuable! The pelt of this wind wolf is extremely precious. If it also yields a few beast cores, we'll be rich!"
He didn't say anything more, nor did he ask Ye Feng how he killed the wind wolves.
Instead, he called a few people to start collecting the spoils.
Having spent so many years in the wilderness, Zhao Tieshan understood one thing.
Some people's secrets are best left unasked about.
But he knew one thing clearly: this young man was definitely not an ordinary person.
Ye Feng did not collect the spoils of war, mainly because he didn't know how.
His attention was focused on the system panel in his mind.
[Defeat one Tier 1 Wind Wolf King and gain 500 Kill Points.]
[Defeat 32 Tier 2 Wind Wolves, gain 1600 Kill Points.]
[First kill of a Tier 3 Beast: 3 Achievement Points awarded.]
Current kill count: 2100 points.
Current achievement points: 3.
Adding the remaining 100 kill points? No, I used up my achievement points in the lottery.
But the kill points had already been added to his health. Ye Feng quickly calculated in his mind.
The wolf pack at the edge of the abandoned city consisted of thirty-two second-tier wind wolves and one third-tier wolf king.
A second-tier item costs fifty points, and a third-tier item costs five hundred points, which adds up to...
Thirty-two multiplied by fifty equals one thousand six hundred, plus five hundred equals two thousand one hundred points.
That's right.
Two thousand one hundred kill points.
Ye Feng's breathing quickened slightly.
What does this number mean? His current Qi and Blood is 2488, which is 512 points away from the 3000 points required for the mid-stage of the second tier.
Two thousand one hundred kill points are enough for him to push his health to over 4500, which is already at the peak of the second tier.
But he didn't add points immediately.
Because the system gave a hint when I broke through to the second level.
That means that a specific cultivation technique is required to break through to the third tier.
Without proper training methods, no matter how much qi and blood you accumulate, you still won't be able to break through that threshold.
In other words, his current maximum health and vitality is capped at the peak of the second tier, which is approximately 5000 points.
If you have more than 5000 points but no third-tier cultivation technique, the excess Qi and blood cannot be converted.
In this world, cultivation techniques are open to everyone.
But this doesn't mean that advanced techniques are commonplace. After all, even if you have the technique, you still need the brain to learn it.
Even a top-tier skill like advanced mathematics in my previous life wasn't something many people mastered.
Ye Feng had learned second-level techniques in college, but he had never been exposed to third-level techniques.
Therefore, the system prompted him that he could not directly break through to the third tier.
What should we do with the extra kill points?
Are we just supposed to watch all this killing points go unnoticed and not improve our strength?
Ye Feng's gaze fell on another number on the panel.
[Mental Strength: 102.]
Perhaps adding kill points to mental strength will yield unexpected results.