Chapter: 1163

He stood with his back straight and was about to move on when suddenly there was a "crack" sound behind him. It wasn't all that loud, but the sound was particularly sudden in this altogether quiet forest.

Victor knew it was the sound of a twig breaking.

And then, he heard the sound of heavy breathing behind him.

When Victor turned around, he spotted the eyes of something staring at him, It was none other than the wolf.

Even though he had used dirt to try and cover the blood on his palm, the wounds on his body had yet to heal, and there was still the heavy scent of blood on him, which eventually led the wolf straight to him.

Victor took a step back, going ahead to press the switch of the knife with his thumb, and pointed the blade at the wolf when it popped out.

As long as there was one wolf here, it meant that the other wolves could not be far away.

There was no way he could escape.

The wolf howled viciously and approached him very slowly.

Victor was on high alert and retreated carefully. After taking a few steps back, the wolf appeared to have lost all patience and all of a sudden, pounced on him. There was no time for Victor to get out of the way so he was forced to fight it head-on.

The wolf made a leap at him.

Victor picked up a branch lying on the ground, which was as thick as his arm, and hit the wolf with it. The wolf was caught off-guard and rolled to the ground, but pretty soon, it got up and proceeded to pounce on him again. This time, it came at an even faster speed to attack Victor.

Victor had no time to get away and failed to do anything to the wolf this time.

The wolf pounced on him again. Losing his balance, Victor fell straight to the ground.

He used the branch in his hand to block the wolf's claws aimed at his chest, but he was hurt and was definitely no match for a grown wolf at all. Pretty soon, he couldn't hold on for much longer. The wolf was about to bite his arm.

“Awoo..." The wolf suddenly released another miserable cry.

Victor took this opportunity to shake it off of him.

The wolf fell to the ground sideways, staring up at Victor with its red eyes. It opened its mouth and bared its teeth, but it couldn't move around at all, and its breath started to become weaker and weaker. Victor stumbled to his feet, held the branch in front of him, and made his way towards the wolf.

"Awoo..." The wolf cried very weakly this time.

After taking two steps toward the wolf, Victor couldn't help but cough again. Blood dripped down from the corner of his mouth.

He walked toward the wolf, supported himself with the branch, slowly crouched down, and examined the wolf's belly. A knife was deeply inserted into its belly, and blood was gushing out of its wound.

That knife happened to be the Swiss knife that Victor had been holding in his hand earlier.

At the most critical moment just now, he used all his might to stab the knife into the wolf's stomach, which happened to be its weakest point.

Clutching the hilt of the knife, Victor looked deeply into the wolf's eyes and pulled it right out.

More blood flowed out of the wolf's wound.