Chapter 215: Fighting the Coyotes Alone

Bell was extremely fast, and this dagger was extremely sharp.

When he stood up, blood flowed out of the coyote’s throat.

Looking at their fallen companions again, the remaining four coyotes retreated.

This little guy seemed to be a tough nut.

Looking at the four retreating coyotes, Bell ignored them and walked to the alpha coyote that was still struggling at death’s door.

Although it did not die immediately, the wooden arrow in its mouth made it not dare to move.

Seeing Bell walk towards it, the alpha was clearly very afraid.

Bell looked at the alpha coldly and kicked the wooden arrow.

The wooden arrow pierced through the alpha coyote.

The fear in its eyes quickly dimmed as it died.

Bell did not enjoy this killing. There was no so-called pleasure.

He had to kill it as soon as possible to stop the torture, as well as intimidate the other coyotes.

After dealing with the alpha wolf, Bell turned to the direction of the retreating four coyotes.

Ped and the thin man, who had just walked down, could not help but be afraid when they saw Bell’s expression.

Good lord, they really could not tell who the prey was.

Facing the terrifying Bell, even a ferocious beast like the coyote had to retreat.

The killing intent on Bell’s body became stronger.

The audience in the live-stream was a little confused when they saw this scene. Why did they feel like Bell was the wolf? These coyotes were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

From the outside, Bell seemed to be very relaxed, but only Bell knew the truth.

He had to finish this quickly.

If he waited for the ten or so coyotes to return, he would be in a dangerous situation.

These coyotes had very good leaping ability.

Moreover, they knew how to cooperate.

With such mobility, even the simplest tactics were impossible to guard against.

Therefore, Bell was very tight on time.

After seeing his target, Bell immediately activated the Wilderness Hunter skill.

He rushed towards these coyotes.

Bell turned into a black shadow on the snow.

The man and the coyotes were only twenty meters away. In three seconds, Bell had already reached in front of a coyote.

Although wolves were not at the top of the food chain, they had no natural enemies.

Whether it was lions, tigers, or powerful bears, they usually did not attack wolves because the latter mostly fought in groups.

Moreover, their running speed was not weak.

The energy replenishment obtained from capturing a wolf was not proportional to the energy expenditure.

Instead of wasting so much energy, they preferred to capture other prey.

This had resulted in the ferocity of these wolves.

Faced with the pressure from Bell, these coyotes had no way out.

In this situation, they chose to charge at Bell.

The timid coyotes suddenly opened their mouths full of fangs and charged at Bell’s neck.

Bell was not afraid. Instead, he smiled.

It would only be challenging like this.

If these coyotes were really frightened by his aura and were slaughtered like sheep, it would be boring.

Bell did not enjoy killing, but this thrill of playing with life and death could stimulate the blood in a person’s bones.

At this moment, Bell felt his blood boil.

The adrenaline from the Wilderness Hunter skill soared, making him feel excited.

This feeling could only be experienced in the wilderness.

The coyote was getting closer and closer to Bell.

Bell almost smelled the stench in his mouth.

When the coyote was less than twenty centimeters away from his neck, Bell suddenly attacked.

He grabbed the coyote’s neck tightly like lightning.

Immediately after, power erupted, and the incomparably ferocious coyote could no longer advance.

He grabbed the coyote’s neck with one hand and stabbed the dagger into its heart with the other.

The moment the dagger was pulled out, the coyote in Bell’s hand fell and stopped moving.

At the same time, the remaining three coyotes came to Bell’s left, right, and back, preparing to attack him together.

The coyote behind him had already opened its mouth and was preparing to tear his calf.

This was also the usual hunting method of the coyote pack. They would first destroy the other party’s mobility.

The coyote was small, and its bite was not strong.

Therefore, they could not bite the throat of their prey like lions and tigers.

Most of the time, they would choose to attack the calves of their prey, preventing them from moving. Then, the coyotes would swarm forward.

Bell’s thoughts raced.

He silently calculated the time these coyotes would arrive.

Within an instant, he had already made a plan.

Without even turning around, Bell side-kicked the coyote that was about to bite his calf.

He accurately hit the coyote behind him.

The coyote whimpered in pain.

Bell’s strength was as high as 11 points.

It was slightly higher than an ordinary adult male, and with the enhancement of the Wilderness Hunter skill, his strength was definitely comparable to some kickboxers.

The coyote, which was only about 20 kilograms, was kicked five to six meters away.

Finally, it fell to the ground and slowly stopped breathing.

When he kicked the coyote, Bell could clearly hear a crisp sound.

He estimated that he had broken the coyote’s ribs.

With the huge recoil, the broken ribs most likely pierced into its internal organs.

This was why this coyote died so quickly.

But Bell was in no mood to think about this because at the same time as the coyote landed, the coyotes on both sides pounced at Bell.

Bell’s eyes turned cold.

He first aimed at the coyote on the left.

Just like before, he seized the opportunity to grab its neck. Then, without hesitation, he turned to the coyote on the right and activated the intimidation skill.

Instantly, a trace of confusion appeared in the coyote’s eyes.

Although it was only for a second, Bell’s dagger had already stabbed into the heart of the coyote in his hand.