No. 12 could not look into the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf's eyes.
It was judging, cold, and had the unique viciousness and cruelty of a wolf.
He lowered his head and almost cried.
He did not have the courage to attack, nor did he dare to act recklessly.
It was a normal reaction for a normal person who had never faced a wild beast in such a small space.
However, Tang Ling who was standing outside the cage sighed softly when he saw the scene.
Two seconds was enough to determine that No. 12 would not be able to last more than five minutes.
It was because he had lost to the wolf.
Yes.
An adult silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf weighed 150 kgs.
It was one of the bigger wolves among the dozens of wolf species.
In terms of strength, even an adult man would not have the upper hand. Moreover, it was known as an iron-toothed wolf, so its bite strength was astonishing.
Tang Ling had never come into contact with this kind of wolf before, but he knew he should never show a trace of fear in front of a wolf.
Their vigilance would allow them to observe unfamiliar opponents.
Their cunning would allow them to sniff out the opponent's fear and decide their next move.
Therefore, the correct way to face a wolf was to look it in the eyes without fear and be even fiercer than it was.
He should even approach it and pretend to attack.
That way, he would not lose to the wolf and would be able to stall for a minute or two in the cage.
Inside the cage.
13 seconds later.
The silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf moved. It started to circle No. 12 slowly and was not in a hurry to attack.
However, as it paced slowly, it was closing the distance between No. 12 and the wolf.
No. 12 was panicking, but he also realized that the scary wolf was approaching him.
He started to back off, step by step, towards the northwest corner of the cage. There were a few times when he clenched his fists as if he wanted to punch the wolf, but ultimately, he did not do it.
After all, the requirement of the test was to survive for 10 minutes, not to kill the beast in the cage. As long as the wolf did not attack, time was ticking away.
No. 12 dared not provoke the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf before him.
Tang Ling watched quietly. It was the typical rhythm of a wolf's attack. It was looking for the best angle to pounce and at the same time, it was calculating the escape route that its opponent would take.
Facing such a situation, the best way to deal with it was to face the wolf at all times and not be forced into a corner and cut off one's escape route.
"Northwest corner, is there enough time to call for help?" Tang Ling shook his head. Only by observing the battle and measuring the strength of the young warriors could he better prepare for the upcoming test.
Even though No. 12 was young and inexperienced, Tang Ling did not think he was stronger than the other young warriors. If they panicked, they would at most lose due to their lack of experience.
Tang Ling knew that his qualification for the test was not in the open.
Perhaps it was because of the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf's Buddha-like behavior that the smell of blood in the cage lessened.
Half a minute passed as they advanced and retreated.
The youths waiting for the assessment outside the cage finally felt a sense of relief.
However, when he saw the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf arched its back, his heart skipped a beat.
Everything happened silently. The silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf moved.
His strong hind legs, the perfect burst of power, and the tricky angle, he pounced at No. 12 like the wind.
"Ah!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
No. 12 frantically dodged to the left and barely dodged the sharp fangs of the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf.
The sound of the wolf's claws tearing through his uniform was loud and clear. Even though he managed to avoid the bite in an awkward manner, the wolf's claws still left three bloody marks on No. 12's body. A few drops of blood fell on the iron pole, adding a dash of red to the dark red color of the iron pole.
No. 12 chose to run.
"The silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf's speed is around 25 meters per second, and No. 12's speed is 13.6 meters per second. Running is the worst choice. " Tang Ling's Precise Instinct started to come into play, and the ultimate purpose of his Precise Instinct was not to get numbers. It was to transform into an instinct known as battle consciousness.
It was to determine the outcome of the battle between the two of them.
As it turned out, Tang Ling's judgment was correct.
Running officially kicked off the rhythm of the massacre.
The silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf chose the battle method that consumed the least amount of energy. It did not even run with all its might. Instead, it forced its prey into a corner and when the prey was forced to turn around, it would seal the path and deliver the most precise strike before retreating with a single strike.
The strike was not lethal as long as it consumed its energy.
It would not consume any energy or be in any danger.
It was an excellent battle tactic that only a wild beast could come up with. It presented a vivid and bloody scene to all the teenagers outside the cage.
Claw after claw, claw after claw.
Again and again, he bit and bit.
Fresh blood flowed freely, and in less than two minutes, number 12 was covered in blood. Again and again, he was forced to the edge of the iron cage by the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf, leaving bloody marks on the cage.
"I give up! I give up!
I want to … give up! " No. 12 screamed at the top of his lungs. The pain and fear finally pushed him to the brink of collapse, and he could no longer muster the courage to hold on.
"Maybe I don't have to give up." Tang Ling observed the whole battle, and in his heart, he came up with at least five different battle methods.
Even at this point, it was not a dead end.
It was hard for him not to put himself in No. 12's shoes. Therefore, if he was in the cage, the only way to delay or even kill the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf would be to approach it and trade damage for damage.
Wolves had a lot of weak points, such as their nose, eyes, abdomen, and even their legs.
If he seized the opportunity when the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf bit him, he would no longer widen the distance and risk being bitten to blind its eyes.
Smashing its nose would not be difficult either.
Tang Ling could even break its legs.
No. 12 was not weak by any means. There were a few times when he knocked away the wolves that pounced on him, and the impact was obviously stronger than Tang Ling's.
Even his speed was faster than Tang Ling's.
It made Tang Ling feel a little disappointed. As a teenager who grew up in the settlement, no matter how much cruelty he had gone through, he would still lose to these teenagers who grew up in Safety Sector No. 17 and had a better nutrition supply.
Tang Ling could not tell No. 12 about the battle tactics. The only thing left for No. 12 to do in the iron cage was to smoothly approach the gate.
Maybe because they were used to the bloody slaughter, the warriors guarding the gate were not in a hurry even after No. 12 shouted at them.
Instead, they took the key out as usual and calmly opened the gate.
No. 12 was around 30 meters away from the gate.
When he saw the hope of escaping this torture, No. 12 could not care anymore. The 30 meters would take him less than two seconds, so he sprinted towards the gate without looking back.
"Hmm." Tang Ling's heart skipped a beat. Why did he leave his back to the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf?
Did No. 12 think that the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf's speed was its true speed?
As expected, how could the silver-tailed iron-toothed wolf be willing to let go of its prey?
It dashed forward fiercely and no longer cared about exhausting its prey. It used its fastest explosive speed to catch up to No. 12.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
