Chapter 40

C40 – It’s My Turn to Make a Move

“Alright, I’ll go along with your plan.”

Amidst the flickering flames, Prof. J suddenly threw his support behind the yellow-robed man’s strategy.

At this juncture, there was no superior alternative to ensure everyone’s survival. They were up against more than just the barbarians; the man-eating wolves were a threat as well.

The group was at a loss for words, reluctantly conceding to the plan in silence—after all, no one else had a better idea.

Once the decision was made, they quickly gathered their belongings to break through the encirclement. The outcome of the battle between the barbarians and the wolves was uncertain, but one thing was clear: victory for either would spell disaster for the group.

Leaping off the boulder, they moved stealthily, heading quietly in the direction opposite the barbarians and wolves, carrying only their essential gear.

Suddenly, a harrowing wolf howl pierced the forest air.

Prof. J and his companions, in the midst of their covert escape, were struck with terror.

The yellow-robed man urgently called out, “This is bad. The wolves have spotted us. Pick up the pace, everyone!”

Wolves howled, agilely weaving through the trees, swiftly encircling Prof. J and his group.

“They’re quite clever,” Wen Huaimu remarked, sensing that the barbarians and the wolves had apparently struck a deal. The barbarians vanished into the woods with a series of leaps, and following a low growl from the alpha wolf, the pack launched a frenzied assault, charging towards Prof. J and his companions.

Time was running out. As Prof. J and the group neared the forest’s edge, they spotted numerous wolves to their left.

A chill ran through him; Prof. J thought they were finished.

But the young people were driven by a primal urge to survive.

Men, typically stronger than women, led the way.

Four young men surged ahead, leaving Prof. J and two young women struggling to keep up.

Witnessing this, Wen Huaimu frowned in disapproval.

Such a lack of responsibility; their character was truly lacking.

“Wait. We can’t keep up,” panted the delicate female students, unaccustomed to such peril. They had barely covered a few hundred meters before exhaustion gripped them as fiercely as it did Prof. J. Yet with wolves and barbarians on their heels, they had no choice but to press on.

“Go on, get out of here. I’ll hold them off for a bit.”

At last, Professor J gasped for air, his breath labored and his face etched with exhaustion and bitterness.

“We can’t just leave you!” The two girls, with their kind hearts, refused to abandon the elderly man.

The young men, however, seemed not to hear their pleas, sprinting away without hesitation.

“Choosing to join you all on this expedition was my bad luck. It’s not often I play the hero.”

“I’m about to step in. This guy’s grown on me; I can’t let him die just yet,” Wen Huaimu emerged from the shadows.

“Can you hold them off?”

A voice cut through the tension, startling the man in yellow. He turned to see Wen Huaimu approaching with a casual air.

“You!”

He was at a loss for words.

Wen Huaimu frowned, “What’s with the hesitation? I thought you were stronger than this. But since you didn’t leave your friends behind, I’ll protect you all today.”

Wen Huaimu wore an air of ease, regarding the pack of wolves before him with utter indifference.

Regrettably, the man in the yellow robe lacked the capacity to admire Wen Huaimu’s composure, his astonishment at the young man’s presence palpable.

How could a youth like this appear here? And carry himself with such audacity?

“Scram.”

As Wen Huaimu turned to face the five wolves, his gaze turned icy. His gentle reprimand carried an undercurrent of mental force.

The wolves, once menacing, were now seized by a terror so profound at the sound of Wen Huaimu’s voice that they began to wag their tails and vanished into the wilderness.

The man in yellow was dumbfounded. This person was incredibly formidable; his mere voice sent a pack of hungry wolves fleeing with their tails tucked.

“Great hero!” The man was clearly caught up in his own illusions. Suddenly, he saw Wen Huaimu as a reclusive and mighty hero, his adoring gaze giving Wen Huaimu the chills.

“Have I rescued the wrong person?”

“Stay away.”

Screams tore through the forest, reverberating in the still air.

One of the three classmates who had abandoned the others was already suffering a grim fate.

“Hero, please, save my classmates,” the man in yellow implored, his face drained of color as he clasped his hands together in a plea to Wen Huaimu.

Wen Huaimu felt out of step with the man’s demeanor.

Yet, he was expected to save those contemptible individuals?

A cold smirk played on Wen Huaimu’s lips. “I have no patience for the selfish. I had intended to save all of you, but I’ve reconsidered. Their fate is no longer in my hands.”

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