Online Game: Starting with an SSS-Level Plundering Talent

Chapter 358: Killing With a Borrowed Knife, Tearing Apart the Demon Wolves



"What's there to be afraid of? Just do what I said. If something goes wrong, I'll take responsibility," Cena snapped, his tone laced with a veiled threat.

"Alright," Anason nodded reluctantly, sighing as he disappeared into the dense forest.

John watched the scene unfold and let out a mocking chuckle.

With his extraordinary hearing, he had naturally overheard the entire conversation.

Cena planned to have Anason lure the wolf pack to ambush him.

But John was unfazed. According to the old village chief, the Demon Wolves were intermediate-level fierce beasts, not significantly stronger than the Tusked Wild Boars.

With his current stats-his four core attributes exceeding 2,000 points, and his strength nearing 3,000-killing intermediate-level beasts would be a simple task.

"Brother Cena, shouldn't we set up traps?" one of the hunters asked, confused by Cena's lack of preparation.

Typically, when hunting Demon Wolves, they would always set traps in advance; otherwise, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Cena glared at the man and replied, "What are you afraid of? Don't we have Brother John here?"

He finished with a smile, turning to look at John.

"Are we close or something?" John quipped coldly, unable to tolerate Cena anymore. His mind was already racing with plans to deal with him later.

Howoooo...

Suddenly, a chorus of wolf howls echoed through the forest, reverberating ominously. Anason's agile figure burst out from the woods, looking genuinely panicked.

"Run! I've attracted a large wolf pack-more than thirty Demon Wolves!" Anason shouted, clearly terrified.

Originally, he had intended to draw out only seven or eight wolves, but to his horror, nearby wolf packs had been drawn in as well.

"What?"

"Anason, you idiot! Are you trying to get us all killed?" the others cursed as they scattered in different directions.

Cena was the first to flee, shouting back, "Anason, don't bring them my way!"

Anason understood perfectly. Gritting his teeth, he ran toward John, who was still standing motionless.

The thirty Demon Wolves were an imposing sight, closing in rapidly with howling fury.

John, seemingly frozen in fear, remained rooted to the spot, calmly drawing his bow once again.

This time, the icy arrow was aimed directly at Anason.

Anason's heart sank. He had seen John's marksmanship firsthand-there was no way he could dodge this.

It's over. At least my death will pay for this.

Anason felt despair welling up inside him. He hadn't wanted to harm John, but Cena had threatened his family, leaving him no choice.

Whoosh!

The icy arrow streaked through the air, and Anason didn't blame John for his actions.

The arrow grazed past his cheek, leaving a searing pain.

"Huh? It missed?" Anason thought in confusion. Then he heard a pained howl from behind him. One of the Demon Wolves had been struck.

It turned out that John's arrow wasn't aimed at killing Anason, but rather at saving him.

If it hadn't been for that arrow, the Demon Wolf that had been charging behind him would have already torn out his throat.

Anason struggled to compose himself and said, "Brother John, run! I'll lead the wolves away."

He gritted his teeth and turned to chase after Cena.

He had never liked the man, and if he were to die, no one would be left to threaten his family.

Whoosh!

Another sharp sound cut through the air, and an arrow struck one of the Demon Wolves chasing behind Anason.

With a powerful force behind it, the arrow pierced the Blood Fiend Wolf's throat, killing it instantly.

"That's... so powerful..." Anason noticed the movement behind him and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Meanwhile, Cena, who was fleeing in the front, noticed Anason's rapid approach. His expression turned panicked, and he yelled angrily, "Damn it! What the hell are you doing following me? Lead them toward John!"

Anason shot him a cold glare, completely ignoring his orders. He just increased his speed, putting as much distance between himself and Cena as possible.

Whoosh!

The sound of arrows whizzing through the air continued behind him, making Anason feel oddly reassured.

As long as John was there, it seemed like he would be safe.

A stream of messages flickered in front of John's eyes.

A heat surged through his body as his four core attributes experienced a sharp boost.

But after killing twelve Demon Wolves, his arrows ran out.

There were still twenty-four Demon Wolves left, relentlessly chasing Anason.

"Brother John, your arrows..." The middle-aged man quickly unstrapped his quiver and offered it to him.

"No, lend me your longsword!" John replied. He wasn't particularly skilled with a bow, and the killing speed was too slow. The longsword felt much more natural to him. Unfortunately, his own divine weapons couldn't be summoned for the time being, so he had no choice but to borrow the iron sword.

The man didn't hesitate, tossing the sword directly to John.

John caught the longsword, and his demeanor shifted slightly. Though he had lost his Sword Law, the sword intent he had comprehended still lingered.

Now, John stood like a longsword, its sharp edge exposed, making others hesitant to meet his

gaze.

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In the blink of an eye, John appeared in front of Anason, grabbing him and pulling him out of the way just as two Demon Wolves lunged at them.

Buzz!

The longsword hummed, its cold gleam flashing as it sliced through the air, cutting toward the two Demon Wolves.

Thud!

Crack!

Blood splattered as one Demon Wolf was instantly decapitated. But when John swung the sword toward the other Demon Wolf's head, the blade snapped in two.

The Demon Wolf's skull was too tough.

"Damn, this is junk!" John muttered, glancing at the broken longsword before tossing it

aside.

Howl!

The enraged howls of the remaining Demon Wolves filled the air. Over twenty of them abandoned Anason and charged straight at John.

"Watch out!" The group shouted in alarm, hurriedly pulling back their longbows.

But the Demon Wolves were too fast. They couldn't hit them at all.

John, however, wasn't the least bit afraid as he looked at the charging Demon Wolves. Clenching his fist, he slammed it into one of the wolves with all his might.

Boom!

Crack!

A deafening roar echoed, followed by the sound of bones shattering as the Demon Wolf fell to

the ground. Its neck twisted at an unnatural angle, and blood poured from its seven orifices.

John had killed it with a single punch.

"What..." The others stood dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

Even if twenty of them joined forces, they couldn't possibly take down a Demon Wolf without

injury.

But John had killed one with a single punch.

How terrifying was his strength?

Roar!

A growl of rage echoed as another Demon Wolf lunged at John, aiming for his neck.

He narrowly avoided the lethal strike, grabbing the wolf's head with one hand and its front

limb with the other. His arm bulged with veins.

Rip!

Blood sprayed everywhere as John tore the Blood Fiend Wolf in half.

Its scarlet blood splattered across his body.

It was brutal. It was savage.

The onlookers felt their scalp tingle with horror.

Especially Cena, who nearly wet himself in fear.

This John was too terrifying. If he knew about Cena's plans, he wouldn't hesitate to kill him.

Cena wanted to run, but his legs were trembling so badly that he couldn't even move.

"A cultivator... he must be a powerful cultivator!" One of the men swallowed nervously and

exclaimed.

"I knew it, no wonder the old village chief was so protective of him. His strength is

incredible!"

...

As the group watched John slaughter the Demon Wolves, their expressions were filled with

excitement.

Especially Anason, who sat on the ground, his life spared. His eyes were full of admiration,

burning with intensity.

Watching John tear apart the Demon Wolves, the brutal and bloody scene made Anason's blood boil with excitement.

"If only I could become as strong as him one day..." he thought wistfully.

In the blink of an eye, all twenty-plus Demon Wolves were slain, and John was unharmed.

"My lord, are you alright?" The group rushed up to him as soon as the battle ended, their tone of address having changed.

"Thank goodness for you, my lord. If it weren't for you, we'd have been in serious trouble."

"Yeah. Anason, what were you thinking? How could you bring so many Demon Wolves here?

Were you trying to get us all killed?"

They all turned their anger on Anason.

"I-I..." Anason stuttered, his voice trembling with guilt. He lowered his head, unable to look

John in the eye.

John didn't pay him any attention. Instead, he looked at Cena, his voice cold. "You wanted to use these Demon Wolves to kill me?"

"W-What? No, no!" Cena panicked, swallowing nervously and shaking his head repeatedly.

The others furrowed their brows. They had all heard what had happened. This man had told Anason to lead the wolves in John's direction.

Cena trembled slightly, his eyes shifting as he pointed at Anason. "My lord, it was this bastard who tried to harm you! This traitor!"

Anason froze for a moment, stunned by the accusation.

"You're slandering me!" he cried out. "It was you who told me to attract the Demon Wolves,

and try to kill our lord!" Saying this, he suddenly fell to his knees in front of John. His voice

urgent and pleading, "My lord, I swear, I never wanted to hurt you! It's Cena! He threatened me, forced me to betray you!"

"Get up. I believe you." John, already aware of everything, coldly looked at Cena.

Thud! Cena immediately dropped to his knees, raising his hand to slap his own face twice. Trembling, he said, "My lord, it was my ignorance. Please, show mercy and treat me as if I were nothing. Let me go. I swear, I'll never do it again."

As he spoke, he kowtowed repeatedly.

"According to the rules, anyone who harms their comrades must at least be exiled." The

middle-aged man spoke up from the side.

Cena was startled and quickly shook his head. "No, please! My lord, please, I can't survive

outside. I won't make it."

Not everyone had John's strength.

Not every village was kind enough to take in outsiders.

If he were exiled to the wilds, he'd probably be dead by the end of the night.

John frowned. Honestly, he didn't want to deal with a person like Cena.

In his eyes, Cena was nothing but an ant.

He spoke lightly, "Leave it to the old village chief to decide."

John wasn't planning to stay here long, nor did he want to interfere with the affairs of Apricot

Village.

"As you command." The others obeyed without hesitation, quickly binding Cena without further discussion.

"Alright. Clean up the battlefield, and we'll hunt more beasts." John reminded them.

There was still time left in the day. The monthly tribute for Apricot Village was already taken

care of, but he wanted to gather more crystal cores to repay the old village chief for saving his

life.

Moreover, hunting these beasts would also help him further enhance his strength.

At this moment, his four core attributes had all surpassed thirty thousand, with his strength

approaching fifty thousand. Dealing with these weaker beasts was a simple task.

Soon, the battlefield was cleaned, and the others handed over all the collected crystal cores to

John.

John didn't refuse and curiously exAnasoned them.

The Demon Wolves were mid-tier beasts, and collecting medium-grade crystal cores from

them would, after refinement, increase strength and agility by 0.2 points each.