Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 242 - Not a Wind Attribute, What a Regret
Forward, keep moving forward.

Follow the sounds and movements captured by perception.

A portion of the memories deliberately preserved within his body lingered in Wu Chen's mind and body, teaching him something he desperately needed. And within those scattered fragments of memory, he saw the growth of a Night's Watch ranger.

An ordinary artisan family.

An unloved second son, an opportunity to prove himself.

A failed act of chivalry, an unfair trial. And in the end, a resentful man, having given up all hope, chose his own path to his final fate.

So a young Night's Watchman climbed the walls of the Wall, and after much training, he was granted permission to join the battle. Most of his fighting was against wildlings, and a smaller portion against beasts, bandits, and outcasts trying to escape the Wall. When wrinkles appeared on his forehead and a beard grew on his face, he became a newly appointed Ranger.

Then came the fighting, the hunting. Hunting, and then more fighting.

Until death.

Many subtle combat techniques flooded Wu Chen's mind. Most of them were of no use to him. But among the valuable techniques, hunting skills came in handy at this moment.

He stopped.

The new knowledge he had acquired touched him too late. He smelled the scents of wild beasts, far more troublesome than he had anticipated. And the source of those scents was—

"Ice Wolf".

He saw one—more than one wolf. And their size was far greater than any of the wolves of the same name and kind that Wu Chen had seen on Earth. In terms of size, they should be comparable to the size of a North American gray wolf. And their eerie green eyes gleamed with a fierce light; they were ravenous and numerous.

Wu Chen gripped the sword and dagger in his hands.

Breathe, feel your heartbeat. Relax, clench your fists.

He stared at them, and they stared back at him. There were three visible dire wolves, and Wu Chen counted his fifteen heartbeats.

'Hao—' a low growl.

The motionless direwolf suddenly pounced.

The sliver of muscle memory he had deliberately preserved within his body came into play at this moment. He instinctively took a step back, narrowly avoiding the first wolf's attack, and managed to pull away by a hair's breadth. Meanwhile, the short knife in his hand slashed forward with all his might!
'Pfft—' Iron and blood clashed.

The blade sliced ​​across the direwolf's side, tearing a gash, but it wasn't fatal—the mastery of flesh and blood wasn't quite there yet. The initial, seemingly auspicious strike only inflicted some damage.

Breathe, stay calm, and maintain your rhythm.

The second time you do it, you do it better than the first time.

Wu Chen dodged the first wolf, but the second wolf's attack was already upon him. This time, as he raised his longsword, some familiar yet unfamiliar techniques came to mind.

—When using flowing water to accelerate movement, the muscles work in the following way…

The water flow accelerated.

Flowing Water Acceleration is a martial art that increases the speed of attacks. However, it requires a fuel source to operate, and mental energy is that fuel.

Wu Chen currently has no mental energy.

But Wu Chen still remembered the way and techniques he used to generate muscle power when he was driving them.

At this moment, they were simulated and successfully manifested on Wu Chen's current body. The little energy gained from eating meat earlier was largely consumed here, and ultimately, it successfully accelerated Wu Chen's movements to some extent.

The second wolf, which should have pounced on him first, was slowed down by a fraction of an inch. And the longsword in his main hand then smoothly slashed forward!
'Sizzle—' The blade tore through the wolf's flesh and ripped open its internal organs. The unfortunate wolf howled in pain in mid-air, and by the time it hit the ground, it was already close to death.

—I'm stronger now.

Wu Chen pursed his lips, remaining silent. The third wolf, intimidated by his imposing presence, didn't immediately pounce. Instead, it arched its back and let out a low, threatening howl. Despite being a canine wolf, it resembled a hissing cat at that moment.

However, Wu Chen's attention was not drawn to it at all—he simply took a quick step and spun around. With movements that had become nimble and fluid, he successfully avoided the first wolf, which was wounded but not seriously injured.

The wolf's carcass brushed past his shoulder.

An old folk song echoed in his mind—a head of bronze, a tail of iron, a waist of tofu. While wolves are a common threat, many countermeasures have also been discovered. What he needed to do now was to take effective precautions!

His body swayed again as he dodged.

Wu Chen's nose just missed the rapidly waving gray wolf's tail.

He exerted force in his arm again, and his power burst forth once more. The incomplete and downgraded version of the Flow Accelerator, which he had used before, was activated again. Even though it only achieved less than one-tenth of the effect of the original version, the sword in his hand successfully caught up with the wolf's tail!
'嚓——'

The sword blade slices through the air with swiftness and efficiency.

The wolf's tail suddenly fell off amidst a mournful howl, and Wu Chen's sword directly severed the beast's tailbone from the root!

The effect is remarkable.

The gray direwolf fell to the ground, its tail gone, struggling to maintain its balance. Even if it only needed a short time to adapt, before that—

'puff--'

Wu Chen threw out his short sword.

The short knife pierced the second wolf, which, after landing, lost its footing but struggled to regain its balance and turned to face Wu Chen.

This time, Wu Chen's new body functioned well. He successfully shot the gray wolf, piercing its eyeball and penetrating its brain in one strike.

'Ha!'

The last wolf let out a piercing howl. The sound seemed to be one of vengeance, yet its movement was to turn and flee. The decisions of not pursuing a cornered enemy and to exterminate them simultaneously collided in Wu Chen's mind. However, before he could make a choice, the quiet tension in the back of his neck gave him a new warning!
There's one more! There are four wolves here now.

The fourth one was hiding in the shadows, lying in wait and silent, not making a move even after two of its companions were killed!
It was waiting for its moment—and now it has.

Just as Wu Chen's attention was focused on the third wolf, the lurking fourth wolf pounced swiftly on his neck from the side!

--Dry……

Teeth clenched.

The sword in Wu Chen's hand was about to suddenly turn backward.

However, before that—

'Bang!' A gunshot rang out.

The fourth wolf fell to the ground.

Wu Chen abruptly turned his head towards the direction of the gunshot. And there, at the edge of his vision, appeared a figure so familiar it defied belief!

'Bang!' The second shot, the last wolf.

Hera Morley, having lowered her pistol, gave him a smile.

“This is your stuff, isn’t it, Duster?” She tilted her head slightly and brandished the gun in her hand at Wu Chen.

(End of this chapter)