Island Survival: Starts by chopping a tree-Chapter 45 Feral Dogs

Seeing the notification, he was very much excited.

[Congratulations, you have gained a skill, ’The Way of the Spear’.]

[Congratulations, you have gained a technique, ’Piercing Thrust’.]

[Skill: Way of the Spear[1]

Description: The host just developed a foundational understanding of the spear as a weapon. This skill improves control, balance, and accuracy when wielding a spear.

Suddenly, he felt his mind wander to a place totally different from what he had before. He felt like the system just injected him with the remaining knowledge of how to use the spear.

As Jeff steadied his breathing, the system’s familiar chime echoed in his mind, followed by a string of notifications.

[You have gained a foundational understanding of ’The Way of the Spear’]

[The system will now transfer experience to enhance your comprehension.]

Suddenly, a wave of information surged through Jeff’s mind. His vision blurred as faint, ghostly figures began to form in his mind’s eye—vivid yet intangible.

What he saw is a shadowy figure holding a spear in a relaxed but firm grip, demonstrating the basic stance.

The feet were shoulder-width apart, one forward, the other back, providing a balanced foundation. A calm, steady voice echoed, as if guiding him directly.

"Always maintain a firm grip, but avoid over-tightening your hands. A rigid hold slows your reaction time. The spear should flow with your movements, not resist them."

"For thrusts, align your dominant hand near the middle of the shaft and your supporting hand near the end. Use your core, not just your arms, to generate power."

The scene then shifted, which he observed it intently while listening to the shadowy figure. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The figure next demonstrated a defensive maneuver, holding the spear horizontally to block an incoming strike, then pivoting to counterattack with a quick thrust to the side.

"Your spear is an extension of your body. It’s not just a weapon for offense but also a shield. Mastering its dual nature is the key to survival."

Then the shadowy figure stopped as it froze in front of him, as another notification appeared.

[Technique: Piercing Thrust

Description: A focused, straight-line attack with the spear, channeling the user’s full strength and precision into a single thrust. This technique is particularly effective against charging or heavily armored opponents.

Effects: Delivers a high-damage, penetrating strike. Has a chance to stagger or repel targets upon impact.]

Then he saw that the figure began to execute the technique. It executed a precise, piercing thrust, shifting its weight forward and driving the spear tip straight toward an imagined opponent.

"Precision over brute force. Focus your power at the very tip. Even a well-armored enemy has weak points, remember to exploit them."

Jeff’s heart pounded as the knowledge flowed. Though it was initially overwhelming, it slowly began to settle, like puzzle pieces clicking into place.

The movements, techniques, and strategies began to feel familiar, as if he had spent weeks practicing instead of mere seconds.

Jeff opened his eyes when the visions faded, gripping his spear with newfound knowledge.

The same weapon that moments ago had felt awkward and clumsy now seemed to hum with potential in his hands.

He adjusted his stance automatically, feeling the balance and weight of the weapon as if it were a part of him.

"I can’t wait to test it, but sadly, there are no boars or wild animals," he uttered, feeling sad that he had nothing to experiment on.

But when he was in the moment of his life, a sound like a dog barking echoed throughout the bamboo forest.

Holding the spear, he decided to leave the bow and arrows first, since they would just be a dead weight. Because he had no idea how to use it, upon arriving at the location.

He popped his head up in the bush and saw what was happening. A group of dogs were surrounding a wolf whose leg seemed to be injured.

The wolf’s eyes were red as it growled at them menacingly. The wolf was injured, and the dogs dared take this opportunity to take him down.

"These are Feral Dogs," Jeff muttered inwardly.

Feral Dogs look so different here. The reason must be that they adapted to this isolated island, giving them a rugged and scruffy appearance.

The Feral dogs in front of him were medium-sized, with lean but muscular frames adapted for agility and endurance.

Looking at their size, they must be around 30-35 lbs. (about 13-15 kg). Their unkept fur lacks grooming, and its color is a mix of earthy stones like brown, gray, and tan.

Their eyes were sharp and wary, glowing like amber. They exuded an intense predatory gaze, not retreating from the wolf’s warning.

Their muzzles were long and tapered, with a few battle scars or scratches. Their teeth were sharp and yellowed, clearly designed for tearing.

Suddenly, a feral dog in the center barked at the wolf, showing its ferocious face. The wolf did not back down; as a wolf, how could he let a lower species step forward to scare him?

It growled back, staring daggers. For the wolf’s appearance, it has white fur shimmering under the filtered sunlight.

Standing nearly 3 feet tall at the shoulder and over 5 feet in length, it was clearly larger than any of the feral dogs in front of him.

Its muscular frame spoke of raw power, but the creature was not yet fully grown from its appearance.

its limbs were slightly lanky, suggesting it was still in its teenage years, not yet at its prime.

After the stand-off, the feral dog on the flank lunged first; its teeth were bared and snarling.

Despite its injured leg, the wolf reacted with blinding speed, twisting its body and snapping its powerful jaws shut around the dog’s neck.

A sharp yelp echoed as the feral dog was thrown aside, its body tumbling into the grass.

The remaining four dogs took this as a signal, spreading out in a loose circle around the wolf.

One barked sharply, its eyes locked onto the wolf as it feinted forward. The wolf growled low, its lips curling back to reveal sharp teeth.

Despite the injury to its hind leg, the wolf moved with remarkable precision, keeping the feral dogs in its line of sight.

Another dog darted from the right, aiming for the wolf’s injured leg. The wolf sidestepped and lashed out with its paw, its claws raking across the dog’s face, drawing blood.

The dog yelped and backed away, shaking its head furiously, but it was still in the fight.

Another feral dog charged from behind jaws snapping for the wolf’s flank. The wolf turned just in time, clamping its teeth onto the dog’s shoulder and shaking it violently before tossing it aside.

The dog hit the ground hard but scrambled back to its feet, growling.

The pack leader—larger than the others and with battle scars marking its muzzle—barked sharply, signaling the group to press their attack.

Two dogs lunged together, one from the front and the other from the side. The wolf managed to avoid the frontal attack, swiping its paw and sending the dog sprawling.

But the second attacker clamped its jaws onto the wolf’s injured leg, drawing a pained growl.

The wolf kicked furiously, dislodging the feral dog and sending it rolling, but the effort caused it to stagger.

Blood trickled down its white fur, staining the ground beneath it. Another dog took advantage, leaping onto the wolf’s back.

The wolf bucked wildly, throwing the attacker off, but the leader rushed in, jaws snapping for its throat.

The wolf met the leader head-on, teeth sinking into the alpha dog’s muzzle. The feral dog let out a furious growl, shaking its head to break free.

The wolf released and struck again, driving the alpha back a step, but its movements slowed.

Now, with all five dogs circling, the wolf’s strength was waning. Its breaths came in ragged gasps, and its injured leg quivered beneath its weight.

A feral dog lunged for its side, teeth sinking in before the wolf could react. Another darted in from the opposite side, aiming for its uninjured leg.

The wolf lashed out, but its swipes lacked the power they had at the start of the fight.

The pack pressed tighter, their strategy is very clear. They barked and growled, testing the wolf’s defenses with quick feints and coordinated strikes.

The alpha stood back, watching as the others wore the wolf down. Blood dripped from its flanks, and its once-proud posture was hunched and strained.

With a final defiant growl, the wolf stood tall, glaring at the feral dogs despite its trembling limbs. It snapped at the closest dog, forcing it back, but another leaped for its side, knocking the wolf off balance.

The white beast staggered, its injured leg drifting beneath it, and the feral dogs moved in for the kill.

The wolf’s growls faded to labored breaths as it collapsed to the ground, surrounded by its relentless foes. Though its spirit remained fierce, its body had reached its limit.

Seeing that they finally exhausted the prey they were targeting, they were very happy, of course. The wolf on the ground could not even lift its head.

It knew that its time had already come to its end. Suddenly, an underbrush began to rustle, and the five feral dogs turned towards the sound, filled with ferocity.

They though that another predator was here to steal their food, but seeing that it was a human they frowned.

With their paws in the ground, that is prepared to attack. They are gnarling towards the human in front of them, knowing full well he was here to steal their hard work.