The mont the wolves howled, they surged forward as one—a grey-black tide of fangs and fury.
The players t them head-on.
Boom!
The two sides collided like crashing waves.
Fists struck fur, claws slashed flesh, and the air filled with the snarls of wolves and the shouts of battle.
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"Beast! Take a punch from your master!"
Jiang Shengjun roared, throwing a full-force punch at a charging wolf's skull.
Bang!
The impact was solid.
But—
Instead of the wolf's skull shattering, pain exploded in Jiang Shengjun's fist.
It felt like punching a steel plate.
His entire right arm went numb.
And the wolf?
It rely shook its head, unfazed, before lunging at him again, jaws wide open!
Jiang Shengjun's eyes flashed with panic—he had no ti to dodge!
---
Whoosh!
A sharp gust of wind.
Suddenly, a powerful kick landed on the wolf's waist.
Crack!
The wolf let out a miserable howl, its body sent flying.
When it hit the ground, it twitched—unable to stand.
Its spine was broken.
"That was amazing!" Jiang Shengjun gasped.
Song Qiuying didn't even stop.
She rely glanced at him, said, "Be careful," and rushed back into battle.
Her figure disappeared into the fray.
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"Jiang Shengjun, have all your days in the Tower of Trials been wasted?"
Bu Lige's mocking voice rang out.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Jiang Shengjun shot back, irritated.
Bu Lige snorted, dodging a wolf's bite before counterattacking.
"You don't even know basic survival knowledge? Gray wolves have iron heads, steel bones, but soft waists!"
Jiang Shengjun's expression turned awkward.
Of course, he knew that!
Back when he first trained in the Tower of Trials, he had morized the gray wolf's weakness.
But in the heat of battle, he had forgotten.
"I knew that!" he said quickly. "I just wanted to test if I could take a wolf down head-on without a cultivation base!"
Bu Lige rolled his eyes.
Liar.
But he didn't have ti to argue—the two wolves attacking him were getting more aggressive.
The only thing that mattered now was survival.
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The battle raged on near the lake.
The wolves outnumbered them—thirty against twelve.
Each player was facing at least two or three wolves at once.
But they had one advantage—experience.
Their ti in the Tower of Trials had honed their skills, ensuring that even without cultivation, they could control their strength with precision.
Unlike the wolves, they weren't mindless beasts.
Slowly, the tide of battle shifted in their favor.
Wolves howled in pain as they fell, one after another.
And the players?
They fought fearlessly—because here, in this virtual world, death was only temporary.
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Old Bai stood alone, facing four wolves at once.
But instead of feeling overwheld, he felt alive.
For the first ti in years—he was young again.
mories of past battles surged in his mind, his body moving on pure instinct.
Click!
Seizing an opportunity, Old Bai struck like lightning, his palm hitting a wolf's throat.
Crack!
The wolf collapsed, dead.
[You have slain a common gray wolf. 5 experience points.]
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