Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

Liu Xiangyang's heart sank slightly, but his breathing rhythm remained unchanged. He did not open his eyes, but instead spread his mental energy, and red dots appeared in his mind.

Then, more and more red dots appeared, spreading from one direction to two, three directions... They began to merge into a blurry, moving outline with a distinctly predatory feel.

wolves!

Like shadows, they silently surrounded the area from three directions, eventually stopping at the edge where the firelight could barely reach, about thirty meters away. Pairs of eerie green eyes flickered in the darkness, like will-o'-the-wisps, staring intently at the lone human standing by the fire.

Liu Xiangyang slowly opened his eyes, his right hand hanging down naturally, gripping the butt of the hunting rifle beside him. The cool metallic touch calmed him down. His left hand gently brushed against the leather holster at his waist, where ten short spears were neatly arranged, ready to be used at any moment.

The wolf pack was clearly disciplined, not attacking rashly. Low, guttural growls, squeezed from deep in their throats, emanated from among them, as if exchanging information and assessing the danger level of their prey. An invisible, chilling sense of oppression permeated the air.

The alpha wolf did not reveal itself immediately, but remained hidden in the deeper darkness to give orders.

Liu Xiangyang was equally patient. He slowly stood up, his movements unhurried, and retreated behind the fire, leaning against a large tree. This way, he had support behind him and only needed to face the threats in front and to the sides.

His gaze swept calmly over the green eyes, silently counting in his mind: "...seven, eight, nine, ten, about ten, it's a fairly large pack of wolves." A long-lost feeling, mixed with wariness and a hint of excitement, rose from the bottom of his heart.

The standoff lasted for nearly ten minutes in a suffocating silence, with the only sound being the crackling of the fire.

Suddenly, two medium-sized wolves leaped forward a few steps directly in front of them, baring their teeth and letting out even more provocative growls, their forelegs lowered, poised to pounce at any moment.

A feint attack! To draw attention away from the enemy!

Almost at the same moment the two wolves moved, three gray figures shot out from the shadows on each side like arrows released from a bow, without warning! Their target was clear, and their movements were swift—avoiding the firelight and possible counterattacks from the front, they flanked him from both sides, aiming directly at his rear!

A classic wolf pack hunting tactic!

Liu Xiangyang made a move!

He casually tossed the hunting rifle behind his back, then reached for his waist with both hands, and two short spears were already in his grasp! Without the slightest hesitation, he used his waist and abdomen to generate power, his arms like a bow, and with a piercing whistle, he threw the two short spears out of his hands!

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The two wolves charging at the front on the left were struck by spears almost simultaneously! One spear pierced their necks precisely, while the other plunged deep into their chests and abdomens! The immense kinetic energy brought their forward momentum to an abrupt halt, and they howled as they rolled to the ground.

The short spear thrown from the right was dodged by the lead wolf at the last second, the spear tip grazing its ribs, bringing a spray of blood and a painful howl. This thunderous strike, though not fatal, successfully disrupted the rhythm of the wolf pack's charge on the right, causing them to hesitate for a moment.

But this is just the beginning!

The moment he threw the short spear, Liu Xiangyang's footwork changed, and his body slid to the left like a ghost, just in time to avoid the attack of another wolf on the right. As he moved, his left hand drew out a third short spear with lightning speed. Relying on his mental power to accurately lock onto the position of the wolf behind him, he didn't even look and swung it sharply backward!

"Sizzle—"

The sharp spear tip sliced ​​open the soft belly of the wolf that had missed its target, and warm internal organs mixed with blood gushed out, sending a strong, pungent stench into the air.

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the forest!

Meanwhile, Liu Xiangyang's right hand, with its fourth short spear, was already like a viper spitting its tongue. In the instant he twisted his waist and turned his body, it pierced the gaping, drooling maw of the alpha wolf that had finally been unable to restrain itself and was pouncing on him from the front with unparalleled precision!

"Snap... Pfft!"

After the slight cracking sound, came a deeper, more resonant sound.

The spearhead pierced through the throat, angled upwards through the cranial cavity, and emerged slightly from the back of the neck!

The alpha wolf's body, which was much stronger than its kind, suddenly stiffened, all its fierce aura vanished instantly, and it crashed to the ground with a thud as if its bones had been removed, kicking up a cloud of dust, and then died.

From the moment the wolf pack launched its attack to the moment the alpha wolf was killed, only a dozen seconds passed!

The death of the alpha wolf did not deter the remaining wolves; instead, it ignited their inherent ferocity and vengeful madness! The remaining six or seven wolves, their eyes bloodshot, roared wildly and pounced recklessly from all directions!

Liu Xiangyang's figure transformed into a swift and deadly whirlwind at the boundary between the leaping flames and the dense shadows.

Liu Xiangyang was highly focused, and his strength, speed, and reaction time reached an astonishing level. His all-around mental perception allowed him to know the location, movement trajectory, and even the intention of the next pounce of each wolf.

There are no fancy moves, only the simplest and most efficient killing.

He sidestepped the attack, and the short spear, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, pierced his eye socket and shattered his brain.

Crouching low to dodge the sweeping claws, the spear tip swiftly thrust upwards, piercing the jaw and reaching the skull.

Parry the wolf's bite, then thrust forward, pressing the spear shaft against its throat, using the momentum to pierce its heart...

The fifth, the sixth, the seventh, the eighth... one short spear after another disappeared from his hands, each accompanied by a muffled thud of flesh being torn apart and a wolf's short, mournful howl before dying. His movements were so fast that they almost left afterimages; every move was exquisitely precise, and every strike was deadly and merciless.

The rocks and fire restricted his movement, but they also prevented the wolves from swarming him. He was like an unyielding reef, remaining steadfast no matter how fiercely the wolves attacked, and crushing wave after wave of "waves" with the most ferocious counterattacks.

When the ninth spear, imbued with all his strength, pinned the last howling, leaping wolf to the ground, the area around the fire was already littered with wolf carcasses. The thick, almost tangible stench of blood, mixed with the acrid smell of charred fur from the sparks, was nauseating.

Liu Xiangyang slowly straightened up, his chest rising and falling slightly. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, mingling with a few splatters of blood. The front and cuffs of his single-layered jacket were stained with dark red blood, but his right hand, gripping the spear, remained as steady as a rock.

Inside the leather sheath at his waist, only the last, lonely short spear remained.

He raised his eyes and looked outside the battle zone.

There, the last wolf still stood.

It did not participate in the attack, but hovered twenty meters away. Its eerie green eyes were filled with indescribable complex emotions—fear, sadness, despair, and a hint of disbelief. It looked at the corpses of its kind scattered on the ground, and then at the human who was covered in blood but still stood tall like a mountain. It let out a low, mournful whimper.

This was a female wolf, noticeably smaller than the dead male wolves, with a rounded, bulging belly and clear outline.

pregnant.