Strongest Soldier King

Moonlight bathed the earth; the air in the dense forest was particularly humid. The continuous primitive woods rustled under the caress of the wind, wafting the scent of blood and the wild tang of wolves far away, causing hearts to race. Everyone watched Luo Zheng with disbelief on their faces. In the moonlit night, the campfire's glow highlighted Luo Zheng suddenly springing from his hand and foot crouched position—an agile lunge forward; his robust body exuded a beastly aura. Then, Luo Zheng took a deep breath and suddenly opened his mouth wide, roaring—!

A domineering tiger's roar burst forth once again, and with a tiger-like physicality, he roared wildly—the mountains and forests trembled, creatures were awed!

The resounding tiger's roar echoed through the mountains, shaking the surroundings, piercing the night sky, and traveling far. The agitated pack of Wild Wolves abruptly quieted down, their eyes on Luo Zheng filled with panic. They soon began whining softly, leaving Lan Xue and the others stunned, their eyes wide with shock. Was this the negotiation between Hunter and the Wolf King? How fierce!

"Awoooo—!" The White Wolf King felt its authority and momentum were being challenged and roared angrily, proud and domineering under the moonlight. As if soothed by something, the pack of Wild Wolves suddenly quieted down. At that moment, the White Wolf King began to walk slowly towards Luo Zheng.

"Be careful," Lan Xue, flustered with concern, hurriedly reminded.

Luo Zheng watched the White Wolf King with a cold gaze, recalling ancestral teachings in his mind. To negotiate with a fierce and ruthless Wolf King, one had to be even more ferocious and merciless, overpowering the other in momentum. Animals, like humans, revered the powerful, and the world of wolves was no exception. Watching the White Wolf King approach, Luo Zheng unleashed his fighting spirit completely, his eyes piercing with a chilling murderous intent. Walking on all fours toward him, crouched as if patrolling his domain, he gripped the knife in his hand tighter, his palm covered in cold sweat.

It was Luo Zheng's first time confronting the Wolf King in this manner. With no room for retreat as things had escalated, he had no choice but to brace himself and move forward. If the White Wolf King didn't stop within five meters of him, that would mean there was no room for negotiation; it'd be a fight to the death. As long as he could take down the White Wolf King with utmost speed, the pack of Wild Wolves would naturally disperse.

Thinking this, Luo Zheng's murderous aura grew stronger. His icy stare fixed on the White Wolf King, silently measuring the distance and seeking an opportunity to launch an attack. As they drew closer, Luo Zheng's body tensed, ready to spring into action, his legs filled with stored power, bracing for the imminent confrontation.

Suddenly, the White Wolf King stopped—it was just like the ancestral descriptions. Luo Zheng also halted, eyes coldly fixed on the White Wolf King's icy gaze, showing no sign of weakness. Then, another wolf's howl unexpectedly rang out, surprising in its abruptness. When the Wolf King attacked, the pack dared not interfere—what was going on? Doubt flashed through Luo Zheng's mind, quickly replaced by vigilance.

An even stranger scene unfolded next: the White Wolf King suddenly turned tail and ran, looking overjoyed as if it had seen a beloved family member. Luo Zheng was dumbstruck. Looking up, in the night, a tall Black Shadow emerged from the forest; the White Wolf King excitedly ran to it, affectionately rubbing against the figure's feet.

"Uh?" Luo Zheng watched in amazement, his mind struggling to keep up.

The tall Black Shadow crouched down to pet the White Wolf King, who joyfully barked twice. All the Wild Wolves dropped to the ground, whining as if they were worshipping. Luo Zheng was utterly shocked at the scene, and from beside him came Lan Xue's voice, "What's going on?"

"First, take a look and cover me," Luo Zheng said, feeling his brain wasn't up to the task, the situation too strange. He stopped trying to make sense of it, slowly stood up, took a few steps forward, and called out loudly, "Who goes there, friend or ghost?"

"Kid, you're quite impolite," the tall Black Shadow boomed back with a strong voice, walking up slowly, surprisingly speaking in Huaxia Country's language. Although the pronunciation wasn't quite standard, the meaning was clear.

As the figure came closer, Luo Zheng saw that he was dressed in a black robe, revealing only a pair of eyes, with even his hands wrapped in the cloak. He was taken aback and said coldly, "Hiding your head and showing your tail, which kind of demon or ghost are you?"

The man in the black robe didn't answer Luo Zheng but looked past him, glancing at the trees behind. Only then did he bring his gaze back to Luo Zheng. He watched him silently, his indifferent eyes flashing fiercely, as if recalling the ferocity of the White Wolf King. The White Wolf King, as if sensing the killer intent from the man in the black robe, also became restless.

Luo Zheng faced the other with an unwavering gaze, his fighting spirit surging. If it came to it, he was ready to risk his life. He walked forward and then, as something occurred to him, his face turned grim, and he said coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, you must be the legendary leader of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group, often unseen like the Divine Dragon. Using wild wolves in battle is a fine tactic, something said to be mastered only by the Shengmiao Great Witch. I wonder how I should address you."

"Interesting, so you're Luo Zheng. You look much more handsome than in your photos," the Black Shadow said, his chilly eyes showing a hint of surprise, and he asked coldly.

Facing the accuracy of his guess, Luo Zheng felt a bitter twist in his heart—it wasn't necessarily a good thing to be right. However, his expression was as solid as iron as he replied coldly, "I am merely a hunter, not fit to be compared with a great witch."

"So it is, intriguing. But, I'd rather you call me Wolf King. I'll be waiting for you in the Wolf Den," the Black Shadow said, giving Luo Zheng a deep, menacing look before turning away, utterly unconcerned about the several sniper rifles aimed at him from the forest. He quickly disappeared into the thick of the night, leaving no trace.

The White Wolf King looked at Luo Zheng provocatively then suddenly howled and took off. The other wolves became agitated as well, and followed suit, running off and quickly vanishing without a trace. As swift as they were, the forest under the night's veil returned to tranquility, as if nothing had ever happened. But Luo Zheng knew that the battle with the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group was just beginning, and he frowned deeply with worry.

"Continue on guard," Lan Xue ordered in a low voice, jumping down from the tree and hurrying to Luo Zheng's side. They stood shoulder to shoulder, her expression cold as steel, watching the deep forest, eyes filled with solemnity. She asked quietly, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but..." Luo Zheng said, somewhat dazedly, still not recovered from the shock.

Lan Xue interrupted, "I understand, I never expected the leader of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group to be called the Wolf King, and their base the Wolf Den. This information must be sent back to headquarters immediately. To rank among the top ten in the Mercenary World and stand tall for decades, this leader of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group really has some tricks. The Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is likely much more complicated than we imagined. For the upcoming operations, I need to consult with headquarters. What's your opinion?"