Wang Hui tightens his grip and adjusts the bloodthirsty gloves on his hands, the dark red veins within the weapon pulsing faintly as he raises his head to face the wolf pack surrounding him from all sides.
The wolves, their teal-colored fur shimmering faintly under the dim light, circle him in a widening ring, their low growls rumbling through the air as their eyes lock onto him with cold, predatory intent.
The tension builds for a brief moment.
Then one of the wolves suddenly lunges forward.
Its claw is wrapped in spinning wind blades, sharp currents slicing through the air as it leaps straight toward Wang Hui with killing intent.
Wang Hui's gaze sharpens.
The gloves on his hands emit a deep red glow.
He shifts his body slightly to the side, narrowly avoiding the incoming claw, the wind blades grazing past him and cutting into the ground behind.
In the same motion, he steps forward.
His fist drives straight into the wolf's chest.
A heavy impact resounds.
Bone cracks loudly under the force.
The wolf lets out a sharp, pained cry as its body is lifted slightly off the ground before collapsing heavily, its life fading within moments.
The pack freezes for an instant.
Then they attack.
Two wolves rush from the left, their bodies low and fast, while another leaps from behind, aiming for his neck.
Wang Hui pivots sharply.
His arm swings outward, his fist smashing into the jaw of the nearest wolf, sending it spinning away with shattered bones.
Without pausing, he turns his body and drives his elbow backwards, colliding with the wolf behind him mid-air, crushing its ribs before it can even land.
Another wolf lunges forward.
Wang Hui steps into the attack instead of retreating.
His fist descends like a hammer.
The wolf's skull cracks under the impact, its body collapsing instantly.
More wolves surge in, no longer hesitating.
They attack in groups now.
Claws, fangs, and wind blades converge from multiple directions, attempting to overwhelm him through sheer numbers.
Wang Hui's movements become sharper.
More precise.
Each step is calculated.
Each strike is lethal.
He shifts through the attacks, avoiding critical blows while letting minor cuts graze past him without slowing his momentum.
His fists move continuously.
Each hit lands with crushing force.
Each blow either ends a life or leaves a body broken and unable to continue.
The ground around him begins to fill with fallen wolves.
Some lie still.
Others twitch weakly, unable to rise again.
The pack's formation begins to falter.
Their numbers diminish rapidly.
A heavy silence spreads for a brief moment.
Then the remaining wolves retreat slightly, creating space.
From within the pack, a larger figure steps forward.
The Alpha.
Its presence is different.
Heavier.
More oppressive.
Its teal fur carries a deeper shade, and the wind around its body flows constantly, forming faint, sharp currents that cut into the air itself.
It walks slowly toward Wang Hui, its eyes locked onto him with calm dominance.
Wang Hui's expression tightens slightly.
He takes a step back.
Then another.
The Alpha lowers its body.
In the next instant, it bursts forward.
Its speed is explosive.
The ground cracks beneath its paws as it charges and leaps toward Wang Hui, its claws wrapped in dense, rotating wind blades far stronger than the others.
Wang Hui raises his guard, preparing to counter.
But before the Alpha can reach him—
A dark figure cuts across the air.
Talon.
The crow crashes into the Alpha mid-leap, their bodies colliding violently as wind energy explodes outward from the impact.
The Alpha is forced off its trajectory.
Both figures tumble and separate instantly.
Wang Hui halts his movement for a fraction of a second, then immediately shifts his focus.
Mana surges through his body.
A thin layer forms over his skin.
A mana coat.
Without hesitation, he turns back toward the remaining wolves and charges forward instead of retreating.
His speed increases.
His strikes grow heavier.
A wolf leaps toward him.
He meets it head-on.
His fist, wrapped in the mana coat and glowing red through the gloves, crashes into its body, sending it flying lifelessly into the distance.
Another approach.
He steps in and strikes downward, breaking its spine in a single blow.
Yet even as he fights, his attention is divided.
His eyes flick toward the sky.
Toward Talon.
There, the crow battles the Alpha.
The Gale Wolf.
A quasi-first-stage existence.
Wind howls around them as they clash, their movements far faster and more dangerous than the battle below.
Wang Hui narrows his eyes.
He continues fighting.
But part of his focus remains above.
Watching.
Measuring.
Preparing himself for what comes next, Wang Hui watches silently as the remaining wolves scatter into the forest, their formation broken and their will to fight completely shattered after the fall of their Alpha.
The battlefield grows quiet.
Talon descends and lands on the corpse of the Alpha Wolf, its feathers slightly ruffled, its breathing steady but heavy from the intense clash just moments ago.
Wang Hui exhales deeply, allowing his body to relax as he begins to recover, drawing in air slowly while calming the circulation of his mana.
Talon does the same for a brief moment, then flaps its wings and rises, flying to perch on a nearby tree branch where it looks down at Wang Hui.
"The body of the wolf is yours," Talon says, its tone returning to its usual calm, "and in a month, we are entering the cave."
Wang Hui nods slightly, his gaze shifting toward the Alpha Wolf's corpse as he recalls their agreement.
They had hunted and killed the Alpha Wolf for this very purpose.
The cave belonging to the wolf pack lies hidden beyond their territory, leading deep underground.
At its core exists the source of magic energy within the island.
A magic pool.
According to Talon, soaking in that pool will allow Wang Hui to break through the limit of his mana, pushing it beyond its current threshold and bringing him closer to becoming a Quasi-Wizard.
For Talon, the goal is even greater.
It intends to use the magic energy within the pool to break through and become a First Stage Wizard.
But even as a Quasi-Wizard, Talon cannot reach that place alone.
The beasts guarding the deeper regions are far stronger.
That is why they need each other.
Wang Hui withdraws his thoughts and reaches into his space bag, taking out a fruit that emits a faint, refreshing aura.
Without hesitation, he consumes it, allowing its energy to spread through his body and accelerate his recovery.
Then he sits down.
His mind settles as he enters meditation briefly, stabilising his condition before beginning his next task.
After recovering, he opens his eyes and moves his hand toward the ground.
With controlled precision, he activates the Blood Source Formation.
The formation spreads outward beneath him, its runes faintly glowing as it takes shape across the earth.
One by one, he drags the corpses of the wolves into the formation.
As each body enters, the formation activates.
Their blood is drawn out.
Extracted.
Collected.
The process continues steadily as more bodies are added, the ground gradually filling with the scent of blood while the formation refines it with increasing intensity.
When he reaches the Alpha Wolf, he slows slightly.
The blood within it carries greater energy.
Greater value.
He carefully extracts it, ensuring nothing is wasted.
Once all the wolves have been processed, Wang Hui collects the extracted blood.
He begins refining it further.
Layer by layer.
Compressing it.
Purifying it.
Removing impurities until only the essence remains.
In the end, what remains is only a single bottle.
Highly concentrated wolf blood.
Dense with energy.
Wang Hui holds the bottle in his hand, his eyes focused as he studies the liquid within.
His perception sinks into it.
Carefully.
Patiently, he continues his analysis.
He begins examining the power hidden within the blood, letting his perception sink deep into its essence as he searches for patterns, structures, and possibilities that could assist his cultivation and strengthen his overall foundation.
As he studies the blood more closely, fragments of runic patterns begin to surface in his mind, slowly assembling into a coherent structure he recognises as a spell model.
From within the refined wolf blood, he extracts a Zero Tier spell composed of eighty-one runes.
Wind Control Spell.
The discovery causes his eyes to sharpen slightly, as the complexity of the spell model indicates a high level of refinement among Zero Tier spells.
He knows that with such a large quantity of blood, there is a possibility of extracting more spells, perhaps even multiple ones hidden within different layers of the beasts' inherited abilities.
Yet he does not rush to continue.
Instead, he makes a deliberate decision.
He stores the remaining blood back into his space bag, sealing it carefully for later use, choosing not to divide his focus at this moment.
Right now, mastering even a single useful spell holds more value than gathering many incomplete understandings.
He shifts his attention entirely to the Wind Control Spell.
Its structure unfolds within his mind, each rune connecting to the next in a precise and delicate arrangement, forming a complete and stable model.
He begins to study it.
Carefully.
Step by step.
Memorising the arrangement.
Understanding the flow.
Comprehending how each rune influences the movement of wind and how the entire spell maintains stability when activated.
Time is limited.
He has only one month.
As they move closer to the magic pool, the concentration of magic energy in the environment will increase significantly, making the surrounding beasts stronger and far more dangerous.
That means fewer chances to stop and learn.
Fewer opportunities to prepare.
Wang Hui understands this clearly.
So he focuses.
Completely.
Determined to grasp the Wind Control Spell within the time he has left.
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