Chapter 0751: Battle the Mad Wolf

Chapter 0751: Clash with the Mad Wolf

Zhan Qiong's courtyard was protected by a barrier, so once inside, the Mad Wolf Tribe couldn’t touch them.

However, the Mad Wolf Tribe could still destroy the structures they had built outside.

Although they could rebuild, it still stung.

Moreover, the Mad Wolf Tribe would launch attacks from time to time, wiping everything out each time.

Zhan Qiong also wanted to eliminate the Mad Wolf Tribe, but he was hopelessly outmatched. The War Tribe only had him as a capable fighter, while the Mad Wolf Tribe commanded a horde of hundreds of thousands.

"Prophet, get back to cover. I don’t need your help!"

Zhan Qiong knew Qin Yun's strength was limited. If a fight broke out, he’d be crushed by the Mad Wolf Tribe’s assault.

The Mad Wolf Chieftain barked with laughter upon seeing Qin Yun. "You’re actually allying with a savage? Just one? How laughable! This savage is nothing but prey in my eyes, hahaha..."

The crowd of Mad Wolf tribesmen behind him howled with laughter.

"Zhan Qiong, are you planning to hand this savage over to me and beg for mercy?" the Mad Wolf Chieftain taunted.

"Shut your mouth!" Zhan Qiong snarled.

Qin Yun, however, remained completely unafraid and smiled. "You must be the Mad Wolf Chieftain, right? That’s a pathetic weapon for a chief! For a mighty chieftain to wield such garbage—how ridiculous!"

"My weapon has passed through the hands of several chieftains, enduring for millennia before being inherited! It’s drenched in the blood of countless enemies, making us the strongest tribe! Only an ignorant savage like you would fail to recognize the terror of my blade!" The Mad Wolf Chieftain grew furious and shouted loudly.

The Mad Wolf tribesmen behind him gnashed their teeth in anger, enraged that their chieftain had been mocked.

Qin Yun drew a Darkblade and grinned. "I can split your blade like kindling. Want to bet?"

"Hahaha..." The Mad Wolf Chieftain burst into laughter, and the hundreds of thousands behind him roared in unison.

"Savage, I admit you savages have your tricks. But when it comes to weapons, you’re hopelessly outclassed!"

The Mad Wolf Chieftain leaped down from the back of a giant wolf and stalked toward Qin Yun.

Zhan Qiong quickly stepped in front of Qin Yun to shield him.

The Mad Wolf Chieftain unsheathed his blade and thrust it at Qin Yun, sneering. "Go ahead, give it a shot!"

With a single glance, Qin Yun could tell the blade was merely at the Xuan-tier—though among these tribesmen, it was considered a fine weapon.

The material was top-grade, forged through countless tempering, but in Qin Yun’s eyes, it was nothing more than a crude Xuan-tier scrap, lacking any engraved spirit patterns.

"Try not to weep when your blade breaks!" Qin Yun chuckled before suddenly swinging his Darkblade down.

*Clang!*

A sharp *clang* echoed—and the Mad Wolf Chieftain’s blade snapped in two!

The Mad Wolf Chieftain stared at his broken weapon, his eyes bulging with rage and shock. His treasured blade had truly been severed!

He felt the urge to weep—that blade was as dear to him as his own fangs!

Zhan Qiong wasn’t surprised, as he knew of Qin Yun’s past life as a master smith.

The Mad Wolf tribesmen stood dumbfounded, jaws agape, rooted like stunned deer!

Their chieftain's prized ancestral war blade was actually shattered so easily!

"You're the one who offered your blade for him to cut!" Zhan Qiong chuckled, then pulled Qin Yun back a distance, afraid the Mad Wolf Chieftain might fly into a rage.

Though the Mad Wolf Chieftain was furious, he quickly cooled down.

"That's one fine blade of yours! So from now on, it belongs to me!" As soon as he finished speaking, several Mad Wolf tribesmen came charging on massive wolves, surrounding Qin Yun and Zhan Qiong.

By taking Qin Yun's blade, the Mad Wolf Chieftain would obtain an even better weapon.

"Though my blade was destroyed, it will allow me to acquire a superior war blade!" The Mad Wolf Chieftain laughed heartily.

This immediately roused the Mad Wolf army into loud cheers, their morale instantly restored.

Qin Yun smiled calmly. "My blade is stored in my storage artifact—only I can retrieve it. If you kill me, you'll get nothing!"

The Mad Wolf Chieftain was worldly and had heard of storage artifacts, so he didn’t act recklessly.

Earlier, everyone had seen Qin Yun produce a blade, and now it had vanished again—clearly stored inside a storage artifact.

"If you kill me, your tribe will have no good weapons. How will you expand your territory in the future?" Qin Yun added.

Weapons were of utmost importance to these tribesmen.

When Qin Yun had gifted a blade to Zhan Yong before, he'd been thrilled.

In the Mad Wolf Chieftain’s eyes, the value of a blade was worth more than Qin Yun’s life.

Thus, he absolutely had to seize Qin Yun’s blade—otherwise, ending Qin Yun’s life now would be a tremendous loss.

"Hand over that blade and I'll call off the attack!" The Mad Wolf Chieftain lowered his voice, not wanting his tribesmen to hear such words.

"I’ve given Elder Zhan Qiong an even better blade. Do you think your few War Kings can defeat him?" Qin Yun’s composed expression made the Mad Wolf Chieftain take a few steps back.

The Mad Wolf Chieftain also knew that Zhan Qiong possessed a storage bag—another prize he'd been after.

"Then what do you propose?" the Mad Wolf Chieftain said coldly.

Qin Yun smiled, then declared loudly, "My blade is only worthy of the strong! Put up your best fighter, someone of equal strength to me. If they defeat me, the blade is theirs! And we shall fight without weapons!"

The Mad Wolf Tribe erupted in excitement.

If they fought without weapons, their so-called Mystic Warriors believed they could win.

The Mad Wolf Chieftain, however, sensed that Qin Yun wasn’t so simple—he understood these "savages" well.

"Have you decided who to send?" Qin Yun asked. "Defeat me, and my blade is yours! If you lose, withdraw your army at once!"

"Single combat is the mark of a true warrior! Surrounding a few thousand with an army of hundreds of thousands—that’s the behavior of savages!"

The Mad Wolf Chieftain gritted his teeth, itching to kill Qin Yun on the spot, but he feared Zhan Qiong’s presence.

Zhan Qiong secretly admired Qin Yun—this young man alone had single-handedly suppressed the entire Mad Wolf Tribe’s momentum.

"Fine! I’ll send forth the top warrior of the Mad Wolf Tribe! Lang Wei, front and center!" the Mad Wolf Chieftain roared.

A muscular young warrior jumped down from his wolf’s back, closing the distance with wolfish speed.

The Mad Wolf Tribesmen went wild with cheers.

Lang Wei was seriously fast, even impressed Zhan Qiong a little.

But in Qin Yun's eyes, it didn’t even rate.

"Chieftain, I will definitely defeat this savage and snag his warblade to present to you!"

Lang Wei glanced at Qin Yun, taking in his scrawny build, and immediately sneered in disdain.

"Good!" The Mad Wolf Chieftain bellowed with laughter. "Lang Wei, if you win, I will adopt you as my son!"

This declaration sent a ripple of gasps through the entire Mad Wolf Tribe.

Everyone knew the chieftain had no sons—mainly because his previous sons were too weak and got wiped out during his hardcore drills.

If Lang Wei became the chieftain's son, he would be the next in line to run the tribe.

Lang Wei was practically salivating. Staring at Qin Yun, he mocked, "Don’t worry, savage, I won’t kill you—otherwise, I wouldn’t get your blade! But I’ll have you begging for death!"

Zhan Qiong started sweating and whispered, "Prophet, can you handle this guy? He’s the strongest junior Mystic Warrior in the Mad Wolf Tribe!"

"Senior, I’ve got this. Just keep an eye on those veterans over there in case they try anything sudden," Qin Yun replied, his composure unwavering.

Zhan Qiong had no choice but to trust Qin Yun and backed off cautiously.

The Mad Wolf Chieftain and the other tribal elites also retreated, opened up a big fighting circle.

In this kind of contest, victory was decided once one side was knocked flat and can’t get up.

Qin Yun had to hand it to Lang Wei’s build—it seemed he didn’t need rigorous training to possess such formidable strength.

The natives here were all like that, born with freakish natural strength.

"Savage, you dared provoke our chieftain. Now, I’ll teach you a lesson!" Lang Wei charged forward, his eyes went bloodshot like an enraged wolf.

Qin Yun stood still, reading Lang Wei’s every twitch with perfect clarity. His sprint mimicked a wolf’s charge, and his hands transformed into claw-like weapons, locked and loaded.

When Lang Wei was about ten meters away, he suddenly lunged, turning into a blur!

His incredible speed drew gasps and cheers from the Mad Wolf warriors.

Yet, Lang Wei missed—Qin Yun had effortlessly dodged.

"Teach me a lesson? You’re not worthy!" Qin Yun sneered, then gave Ling Yuner the nod to unleash a surge of super gravity, pinning Lang Wei mid-charge.

Unfamiliar with Qin Yun’s combat style, Lang Wei was caught completely off guard. The weight slammed him down, he collapsed face-first into the ground.

Qin Yun strode over and stomped on Lang Wei’s body several times, channeling shockwaves that made the earth tremble with earth-shaking cracks.

Everyone nearby could feel the violent tremors!

Lang Wei coughed up blood, screaming his lungs out.

Finally, Qin Yun kicked him away, sending him crashing at the Mad Wolf Chieftain’s feet.

The entire Mad Wolf Tribe was too shocked to even breathe!

"You lost. Now, get the hell out of here!" Qin Yun declared.

At that moment, Zhan Qiong rushed to back up Qin Yun.

Yet the people of the Mad Wolf Tribe found it hard to accept!

They had marched here in full force, intending to stamp the War Tribe into the dirt.

But now, their chieftain had lost the tribe's strongest blade, and Mad Wolf had suffered a humiliating defeat. This pissed them off to no end.

"Over my dead body! You all deserve to die!" the Mad Wolf Chieftain roared. "Kill them! Crush the War Tribe!"

Zhan Qiong saw this coming and was already prepared.

"Prophet, let's go! Take shelter in the courtyard!" Zhan Qiong urged.

"I'm not going anywhere. As long as I stand here, I won't let them destroy our tribe!" Qin Yun declared, staring unflinchingly at the oncoming horde of Mad Wolf warriors.