At least, dinner was settled!

The giant wolves finally realized that there was only one person on the other side, and their arrogance flared up once again.

Having their prey snatched away at the last moment was an intolerable provocation for any beast or magical creature.

More than a dozen three-striped Ice Fang Wolves slowly closed in, eyeing Mark Benson menacingly, baring their gleaming fangs and letting out low, threatening growls at him, as if they would tear apart this guy who ruined their plans at any second.

Seeing Mark Benson facing the wolf pack alone, his younger sister Grace Thompson said worriedly, “Sister, will he be alright?”

If it had been before, she would have still looked down on him and wouldn’t have spared him a second glance. But now, since he had saved her life without holding a grudge, she certainly couldn’t act indifferent.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. These wolves are nothing to him.”

As for Mark Benson’s combat ability, his twin sister Emily Thompson didn’t even know where her confidence came from.

As a member of the “Night” Special Operations Team formed by the King of Soldiers, even the ace pilots who ruled the skies were also top-tier powerhouses on the ground.

Even the terrifying Third Era war beast “Sauron” they had seen on Socotra Island, far more fearsome than the ones before them, was slaughtered by him as easily as a chicken.

A sudden gust of danger came from behind. A three-striped Ice Fang Wolf leapt at Mark Benson from behind, roaring as it lunged for his neck, its white teeth razor-sharp.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, he suddenly bent and twisted aside, quickly stepping back, and swung his special survival knife upward with practiced ease.

A spray of blood burst forth as surging battle energy poured into the survival knife. White flames ignited along the blade, effortlessly slicing open the wolf’s chest and abdomen, the blade sinking in to the hilt.

The grievously wounded giant wolf hadn’t even landed before its legs gave out. Its innards spilled out as it tumbled away, a wound over a meter long slashed across its lower belly in the blink of an eye.

The stench of wolf blood sprayed everywhere, staining the nearby plants red. The wolf let out a few weak, mournful howls as if all its strength had been drained, and died on the spot.

Defensive counterattacks were not the style of a Sky Knight.

Attack, attack, and attack again—maximizing offensive power to the point of replacing defense altogether. That was the ferocious and wild style of a Sky Knight.

Mark Benson launched into action without hesitation, throwing himself at the wolf pack. He slammed his elbow hard into the head of a three-striped Ice Fang Wolf. The giant wolf, with a body as massive as a buffalo, was sent flying before it could even howl, crashing straight into a tree so thick it would take a person to encircle it.

A truly brutal elbow strike!

That giant wolf never got up again.

Mark Benson didn’t hesitate for a second, continuing his ruthless assault. His waist, legs, and shoulders twisted as one, unleashing a burst of overwhelming power that crashed into the lower back of another three-striped Ice Fang Wolf.

The sickening crack of breaking bones was as loud as firecrackers. The wolf’s lower back twisted grotesquely, its fate sealed. Blood poured from its orifices as it was sent flying, even knocking over another wolf.

The saying “copper head, iron legs, tofu waist” seemed to apply to these ferocious three-striped Ice Fang Wolves as well.

Chapter 0004: The Big Liar and the Alien

With his terrifying, overwhelming strength and a bloodthirsty special survival knife, almost none of the three-striped Ice Fang Wolves could withstand even a single exchange with Mark Benson. The stench of blood in the forest grew tenfold thicker.

According to standard combat power rules, a first-tier magical beast could match a second-tier human warrior, but the three-striped Ice Fang Wolves could never threaten a Dragon Knight of at least seventh-tier strength.

No matter how many of them there were, the pack couldn’t bridge such a vast gap in power, let alone in a massacre as brutal and domineering as this.

With a kick, Mark Benson sent the last three-striped Ice Fang Wolf flying and casually pulled his special survival knife from its neck. The severed artery sprayed hot blood from the wound, a cloud of red mist rising.

At the same time, the severed spinal nerve in its neck left the giant wolf completely paralyzed. Its heavy body crushed a patch of low shrubs, and its unwilling gaze quickly dimmed. Within a few breaths, it was dead.

Wolf corpses littered the forest, the stench of blood overwhelming. Even in the face of slaughter, not a single three-striped Ice Fang Wolf abandoned its companions to flee.

Only when the last wolf fell did this pack of first-tier magical beasts meet their complete end in this forest.

These three-striped Ice Fang Wolves, native to cold regions, were just that stubborn and crazed. Perhaps it was this persistence that allowed such massive predators to survive in such harsh environments.

The blade of the special alloy dagger had been specially treated. With a casual flick, every drop of blood was flung off, and the blade’s surface returned to its spotless, matte black finish.

This professional and understated weapon was once again sheathed on Mark Benson’s thigh. He turned his gaze back to the twin sisters.