Our Family Has Fallen-Chapter 572 - 350: Favor of the Wolf God_2

The wolf pack, move out!

The rugged terrain of the wilderness was no obstacle for them; they were born and raised within it, and nature had bestowed upon them a wild strength.

Wang Cai soon slowed its pace at the front; even the other wolves had caught the thick scent of blood. It sensed the source of the threat.

Wang Cai had anticipated the upcoming battle and now it needed to recover some strength to ensure it was in peak condition.

If anything had improved the most during this time, it was its fighting capability.

It had killed its siblings and mother just a month after its birth. With no one around to teach it, its pouncing and biting were purely instinctual.

But after engaging in fights with so many alpha wolves and fierce beasts, its combat skills had improved tremendously…

Meanwhile, Warwolf and his companions, who had been waiting at the scene for a while, also noticed the scrutinizing eyes cast from the darkness.

No one was more familiar with what this was than they: a savage and starving wolf pack.

Facing the encircling wolves, they were not afraid; instead, they looked on as if watching a show.

Warwolf was also surprised; he had not expected this stray bloodline to have gathered such a massive wolf pack.

A wolf can withstand hunger for seven days without its combat capability being greatly affected.

However, a single wolf can devour twenty to thirty pounds of Flesh in one meal. The resources needed to satisfy a pack of thirty such wolves are tremendous, which is why packs of that size rarely exist in nature.

The maintenance of such a pack size signified the strength of the alpha wolf; indeed, it was the Wolf God Bloodline.

The target was right in front of them, yet Warwolf didn't make a move. Instead, he put down his Battle Axe, raised his hand in a peculiar gesture, and muttered something.

In front of him was a ritual site that had long been prepared, with materials clearly from the Heretics they had ambushed earlier. The Wolf Head Statue was placed in the middle, and as Warwolf moved, a mysterious force began to descend.

This was not his battle to fight; it was a struggle for the title of Wolf King.

The Wolf King beside him seemed to sense something. It stood up and walked out slowly, but its demeanor clearly showed it didn't regard its opponent as a threat, looking down with disdain.

Its attitude clearly provoked Wang Cai. For some reason, Wang Cai's consciousness blurred, losing awareness of its surroundings; its eyes fixed only on the enormous white wolf.

Faced with the provocation, Wang Cai leaped forward, emerging from the darkness.

The two white wolves confronted each other, but it was clear that the Wolf King's size was at least one-third larger than Wang Cai's.

The size difference was apparent overall. If judged by weight, the Wolf King probably weighed twice as much as Wang Cai.

At first glance, the disparity in strength was significant.

There was no helping it. They both possessed Extraordinary Bloodlines, perhaps differing in purity, but one was long mature, while Wang Cai, born only three or four months prior, was still a pup, far from adulthood.

Not to mention that the Wolf King was battle-hardened, having experienced various battles alongside Warwolf.

Although Wang Cai was stronger than the average wolf, it seemed somewhat lacking when compared to the Wolf King.

But now, it wasn't up to Wang Cai's will to decide, as the ritual had already begun. The power hidden within its bloodline surged, and Wang Cai felt its blood boil, myriad forces waiting to be unleashed.

Without warning, Wang Cai made the first move, quickly approaching its foe.

When facing an enemy larger than itself, it preferred to approach from behind to launch its attack.

Its blood was boiling, but that didn't make it forget the battle experience it had accumulated.

However, what met it was a swat from the Wolf King.

The larger Wolf King was not at all inferior in reaction and agility compared to Wang Cai. Striking first despite moving later, it landed a claw on Wang Cai's head.

The disproportionate strength represented by its sheer size was vividly displayed at that moment; one strike sent Wang Cai flying.

The Wolf King didn't rush to continue its attack. Instead, it stood still, looking down from its superior height at the fallen Wang Cai.

This was no longer about looking down upon, but outright ignoring.

Wang Cai was oblivious to the other circumstances; the previous swipe of the claw had left it dizzy and disoriented.

But its fighting instincts told it that it must get up quickly, or else the enemy's subsequent attacks would be even more dangerous.

It was unclear whether it was the power of its bloodline or its sheer tenacity, but Wang Cai staunchly resisted the dizziness. The moment after falling, it shook its head and struggled to its feet.

However, blood stained the snow-white fur on its head red. That last swipe had gashed Wang Cai's face; when it opened its wolfish eyes, fresh blood trickled from the wound.

Wang Cai extended its tongue, licked the blood from the corner of its mouth, and bared its sharp teeth. Its body tensed, hunching slightly, its wolfish eyes glowing red as if dyed with blood.

The strength within its body didn't diminish from the injury. Instead, the scent of blood further agitated it, as if constantly urging Wang Cai to attack.

However, that previous blow had indeed jolted it. Facing the Wolf King's arrogant posture, Wang Cai no longer felt the same reckless impulse and began to size up its enemy.

Dangerous and powerful. That was Wang Cai's assessment, accompanied, of course, by the contempt from its adversary.

For two such intelligent wolves, this contempt was mutually understood, and naturally, it was an even deeper humiliation. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Damn it, I can't stand this!

If you're not full of fight, can you even call yourself young?

Wang Cai charged, its pace even quicker than before. Evidently, it was holding nothing back, determined to return the favor for that earlier swipe.

The Wolf King aimed to repeat its previous tactic. But it hadn't expected that just as it extended its paw, Wang Cai would explosively kick off the ground. Wang Cai twisted its head, powered into a sidestep to narrowly dodge the sweeping claw, then spun back, jaws agape, attempting to deliver a fierce bite.

But alas, the Wolf King was no fool. In the instant it dodged, it pushed off with its hind legs, lunging forward. The paw that had missed its mark struck the ground, propelling its body onward in a charge.

The Wolf King's massive body bore down on Wang Cai. If it was hit and pinned, the Wolf King's great maw, lined with Wolf Fangs, would snap shut.

Sensing the danger, Wang Cai dared not continue its attack and could only use the last bit of distance to disengage.

The Wolf King's charge missed, but Wang Cai also failed to land its bite. Instead, its recent burst of exertion left it briefly weakened.

This time, the Wolf King had no intention of delaying further and instead took the opportunity to pounce at Wang Cai.

Wang Cai, unwilling to be captured without a fight, had no choice but to struggle with all its might.

In reality, once they closed in, there were no elaborate techniques to speak of. It was just two white wolves on the field, each like a mad man, biting and tearing at the other.

Sharp fangs and claws found their marks on both wolves, slicing bloody gashes into their thick fur. Blood soaked their coats, causing large patches to become matted and clumped. The gory wounds marred their once sleek appearances, leaving them looking disheveled and battered.

If they were ordinary wolves, they might have succumbed. But their Extraordinary Bloodline endowed both with robust physiques and powerful Life Force.

Their crazed struggle was the most primitive and bloodiest form of combat.

It was also the ritual most pleasing to the Wolf God.

Warwolf watched the battle unfold. How could I fail to see that the gap between them isn't as vast as it appears? If both were in their prime, the Wolf King would undoubtedly crush Wang Cai. But one mustn't forget, the Wolf King charged all the way here. It just went through continuous battles, even activating its Wolf God Bloodline to resist the power of Sorcery. Its condition isn't good right now; it's even weakened. It's waiting for its opponent to attack because it wants to conserve energy. In a way, it's also being forced to fight. The ritual has begun, and the Wolf God is watching. That same fiery bloodline has appeared on the Wolf King too. This lost white wolf... its Wolf God Bloodline might be quite pure; otherwise, it wouldn't have caught the Wolf God's attention. But it's underdeveloped. It hasn't been trained or nurtured, and even its fighting style is somewhat immature—entirely feral. What a pity. If it had been discovered by the tribe, its bloodline, once developed, would very likely rival the Wolf King's. But now... it seems certain the Wolf King will devour it. Once I return to the tribe, my own ritual will also begin...