Of the two jungle wolves that had been swatted flying, one quickly scrambled back to its feet and chased after the direction the brown bear had left in.
The other jungle wolf, however, was clearly very unlucky. It had been struck on the front leg by the bear paw and struggled for a long time without managing to stand up.
Clearly, both of its front legs were broken.
Zhang Yang had stopped precisely because of this one.
At this moment, a very strong voice was screaming inside his heart.
He was actually inflated enough to want to kill this jungle wolf.
If it were an uninjured jungle wolf, Zhang Yang definitely wouldn't have had the guts.
But the problem now was that this jungle wolf was injured—struggling even to stand up, its mobility was practically zero.
Was watching the show more important, or killing the wolf more important?
"Damn it, let's do this."
Zhang Yang stared with his triangular eyes, completely unable to suppress the desire in his heart.
Such a perfect opportunity was right in front of him. If he didn't seize it, even he himself would look down on himself.
What if his evolution points were enough—could he actually turn into a jungle wolf?
Holy crap.
This temptation was a bit too much to resist.
Although a jungle wolf looked quite a bit weaker than a brown bear, it was way more badass than a praying mantis or whatever.
Zhang Yang looked at his two large blades and felt he still had a pretty good chance of killing this jungle wolf.
Even if he couldn't kill it, worst case he just runs away.
A mantis's advantage is that it can fly—a wolf can't.
Having made up his mind, Zhang Yang jumped down from the tree.
The jungle wolf lying on the ground didn't even bother paying attention to Zhang Yang at first. It was desperately trying to push itself with its hind legs, not sure what it was even trying to do.
"Give up already. You're not a kangaroo—you can't walk on just two hind legs."
Zhang Yang impolitely landed on the back of the wolf's neck.
His entire body wasn't even as big as the wolf's head.
At first the jungle wolf didn't want to bother with this reckless little brat, but the next moment, it had no choice but to care.
Because Zhang Yang's two large blades sliced through the wolf's fur without much effort at all.
Two four-to-five-centimeter-long bloody gashes appeared on the back of the wolf's neck.
The jungle wolf let out a miserable howl. Years of hunting experience made it immediately roll sideways.
The wolf's action successfully threw Zhang Yang off.
"These blades are seriously sharp."
Zhang Yang, who had jumped back and landed, was very satisfied with the performance of his blades.
A praying mantis's blades come with serrations—even if they can't chop straight through, they can saw out a gash like a saw.
The jungle wolf couldn't understand why a tiny insect could injure it. A trace of fear appeared in its eyes.
Fear of the unknown.
Zhang Yang didn't care whether you were afraid or not—he raised his blades and charged again.
Although the blades weren't long enough, as long as he opened enough bleeding wounds, the wolf would eventually bleed out and die.
A jungle wolf that had lost its mobility had no right to dodge. Relying only on its two hind legs to roll around was nothing more than a dying struggle.
Seeing Zhang Yang rush up again, the wolf panicked even more. It didn't want this little thing getting close.
But Zhang Yang's actions wouldn't change just because the wolf willed it—he was extremely proactive.
Flying and running, leaping up and down.
Whenever he found an opening, he would slash. He didn't care where he hit—as long as it bled.
The poor jungle wolf had zero ability to fight back. This was all because it had lost its mobility.
Otherwise, no matter how fast Zhang Yang was, no matter that he could fly, it would never be able to catch him.
Originally, the situation would have continued like this.
Until the jungle wolf died.
But the jungle wolf was unwilling. It chose to back up against a thick enough tree.
This way, the area that could be attacked was greatly reduced. And although its front legs were crippled, it still had its mouth.
"You can't bite me, this Young Master Yang."
Zhang Yang proudly stated this fact to the jungle wolf.
His subsequent actions proved it—the wolf really couldn't bite him. All its struggling did was delay its own death.
Zhang Yang was thrilled.
As long as he killed this jungle wolf, he would qualify to evolve into one.
Sometimes, this qualification is much harder to get than evolution points themselves.
But heaven never lets you have smooth sailing all the way.
While the jungle wolf still had some strength left, a sudden furious roar came from the distance.
After the brown bear's roar came the howls of the wolf pack.
Were they declaring their successful hunt?
Zhang Yang was stunned by this sudden change.
Then the jungle wolf he was attacking also raised its head and howled.
"Shit, this is bad."
Zhang Yang cursed inwardly.
Was it calling its companions?
If those other jungle wolves came running back, what would happen?
They definitely couldn't kill Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang also wouldn't be able to kill this wolf anymore.
"You forced me to do this."
Zhang Yang hardened his heart. You don't want to be slowly bled to death? Fine, I'll grant your wish.
He took out the queen bee stinger from his backpack. The next moment, as he charged in front of the wolf, he held the stinger in his mouth and stabbed it straight into the wolf's chest.
The jungle wolf looked at Zhang Yang with contempt.
Go ahead and stab.
Stab all you want, little thing. Let's see how you die later.
Backed against the tree, the jungle wolf felt extremely arrogant inside.
It knew its companions would soon come running to save it.
Once they arrived, it would be saved.
As for bleeding out? No big deal. Let it bleed a little more—who cares.
But by the time the jungle wolf realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
The queen bee stinger's poison was extremely potent. On the jungle wolf's body, it actually caused its entire upper body to go numb and paralyzed.
Unable to move, unable to resist—how could the wolf fend off Zhang Yang's attacks now?
If it could still resist, it might have held out until its companions returned. But now that it couldn't resist anymore… it seemed it could only wait for its head to be taken.
A tragic feeling welled up in the jungle wolf's heart.
Just as the wolf had feared, Zhang Yang really did what it expected. He gripped his large blades, landed on the back of the wolf's neck, and began sawing.
Slow chopping might only cut the surface.
But sawing could reach the blood vessels and arteries beneath the skin and fur.
Zhang Yang didn't care about taking the wolf's head. He just needed to sever its blood vessels.
The jungle wolf hadn't given up on survival yet. Its lower body still had feeling. It desperately kicked with its hind legs, trying to shake Zhang Yang off.
Unfortunately, Zhang Yang had already gone all-in. He didn't dodge at all—his hind legs clamped tightly onto the wolf's body as he sawed with all his strength.
"Urgh!"
Being rolled around and rubbed against the ground by the wolf's body, Zhang Yang felt awful—his guts were about to come up—but he kept going.
After being crushed several times in a row, he finally succeeded.
He successfully severed the wolf's carotid artery. A gush of hot wolf blood sprayed Zhang Yang completely red.
"Ding! Killed a jungle wolf above your level. Evolution points +2000."
"Ding! Evolution points are full and cannot be increased further. Please evolve as soon as possible, Host."