Super Zoo-Chapter 661 - 652: The Sparrow Stalks Behind

The animal army led by the panda was facing off against the Mountain Elves Tribe, completely unaware that two groups of humans were already closing in on them from two different directions.

The attention of both animal factions was solely focused on the duel between their leaders.

The fight hadn't even started yet, but the Mountain Elves King was already a bit dumbfounded.

Having lived in the mountains for half his lifetime, he had encountered all kinds of fierce and formidable beasts, and he truly wasn't afraid of the usual tigers or lions.

But the panda's tactics were too intricate, all tricks!

Yingying began with a stance resembling "golden rooster standing on one leg", followed by a series of odd-looking movements that he performed by himself.

This "flashy but ineffectual martial arts" routine from the promotional video for the zoo's martial arts tournament, pressured the Mountain Elves King immensely.

Fear stems from the unknown, and the Mountain Elves King was puzzled. Was this creature really just a panda, or was it some other kind of organism?

Watching his opponent stretching legs, twisting hips, and doing aerial somersaults all by himself, the king was utterly dumbfounded.

As a wild animal, the Mountain Elves King had never seen such an agile panda. If one were to talk about animals that mimic humans, primates would undoubtedly be the champions of the world. Yet, the black and white fatty in front of him was precisely like a human wearing a panda's skin.

Before the fight even started, the king was already confused, uncertain of what exactly this 'thing' he was facing was.

Entering the battle with a worried mind, the Mountain Elves king's confidence waned, and right at the beginning, he took a solid punch to the chest from Yingying. Yingying's flashy moves were surprisingly accurate. His unorthodox barrage caught the king completely off guard.

However, the reality of their strength difference was apparent, and after taking a few hits, the king quickly adjusted. His fists, large as sand bowls, started pounding wildly at Yingying, who fought back just as fiercely with his sharp claws slashing through the air.

To the surprise of many animals, Yingying was exceptionally agile and seemed to have ample fighting experience, especially his move of "rolling and protecting his head" which was done brilliantly. Each time, he would roll away like a big meatball to dodge the king's powerful attacks.

The panda's combat capability should not be underestimated; a slap or a swipe of his paw could also deal the king a grievous blow.

After about fifteen minutes of intense battle, both the Mountain Elves King and Yingying were gasping for air, exhausted. Fighting was extremely draining, even for the robust Mountain Elves King and also for Yingying, who had been trained during the zoo's martial arts tournament; none could withstand continuous high-intensity combat for that long.

The panda leaned against a large stone, panting heavily, his tongue hanging out; the king's long arms hung limp and swayed weakly at his sides like they were dislocated, devoid of any strength to even raise his hands.

It seemed the fight couldn't continue today; they would have to battle another day.

Both sides ceased hostilities and retreated to their own turf to rest.

However, just a few hours later, on the mountain occupied by the Mountain Elves, sharp 'pop pop pop' sounds came from not far away!

Then, those sounds became more and more frequent, and the opposite mountain erupted with the Mountain Elves' roars, as they continuously ran out of the mountains.

Having spent a lot of time with humans, the two pandas quickly recognized that those popping sounds seemed to be from human weapons, guns.

The two pandas exchanged a look. In the face of human modern weaponry, the quantity and bravery o the Mountain Elves mattered little.

Why could a small team of only a few dozen animals grow rapidly and expand into a group of thousands, sweeping through the Qinling area?

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

The strategy the two pandas had held from the beginning was not to eliminate other animals but to unite all possible forces, to ally with all species they could, boosting their own strength.

Although there had been fierce fights with the Mountain Elves Tribe these past few days, there was no fundamental contradiction between the two sides. Compared to human hunters, those past conflicts were mere internal animal disputes. In the face of hunters, all animals were united, standing on the same front.

Both pandas made the same decision to see what exactly had happened and possibly offer their help.

Just as they led their troops to the foot of the mountain, they saw the Mountain Elves King covered in blood, holding several small Mountain Elves as he desperately fled from the woods, with several men with guns chasing after him.

"Roar!" When the Mountain Elves King saw the blocking pandas and their subordinates, he was taken aback.

Could it be that you are in league with these humans?

You treacherous beasts....

...

Park Jeong-ui never expected to encounter a Mountain Elves King.

He insisted on taking the route through the Mountain Elves' habitat mainly because he held a glimmer of hope; perhaps he would discover the mysterious power spoken of in his family's legends. He had no expectations of making a fortune just by capturing a few common Mountain Elves, nor did he wish to initiate a massacre and deliberately slaughter them.

He was a poacher, not a violence enthusiast. There was no need for pointless slaughter as long as the Mountain Elves didn't hinder him.

But no one expected to find a Mountain Elves King within the Mountain Elves territory.

A qualitative change occurs with quantitative change. Common Mountain Elves might not be worth much, but the value of a Mountain Elves King is completely different.

Mountain Elves King—these three words aren't to be used lightly. Even the mightiest of Clan Leaders in a common Mountain Elves Tribe could not be called 'Mountain Elves King'.

Strictly speaking, the Mountain Elves King is a variant among the Mountain Elves. This variety far surpasses other common Mountain Elves in size, strength, and intelligence and naturally possesses a dominant position within the Mountain Elves Tribe.

The difference between a Mountain Elves King and the Mountain Elves is like that between the Queen Bee and a honeybee. A honeybee may grow very strong, but at the end of the day, it's just a large honeybee, not a Queen Bee.

In every beehive, there's always a Queen Bee, but a Mountain Elves King is extremely rare. Only a Mountain Elves Tribe of a certain scale might give birth to a Mountain Elves King, and even then, the probability is very low.

In ancient Korea and Huaxia, there were legends of the Mountain God. In fact, these referred to the 'Mountain Elves King'.

This rare behemoth is said to possess magical effects such as protecting the home, warding off evil, and communicating with the divine, which are often shrouded in mystery.

Moreover, unlike common Mountain Elves, since the Mountain Elves King possesses higher intelligence, it can be tamed.

Imagine the prestige and dominance of keeping a Mountain God at home?

Therefore, on the international market, the price of a Mountain Elves King is indeed higher than that of a panda because most wealthy tycoons prefer to keep those mysterious and ferocious animals.

Although they did not initially come for this group of Mountain Elves, discovering the Mountain Elves King changed the situation. It's like thieves who originally planned to steal from the second floor but find, upon reaching the first floor, that the door is ajar, the house is empty, and there's a wallet and a laptop left on the table—of course, they take the opportunity to make a quick score.

If the female homeowner were taking a bath, they'd probably take the chance to commit sexual assault as well...

The suddenly appearing Mountain Elves King was like a portable treasure trove—it'd be a waste not to rob it!

Park Jeong-ui didn't think twice. Leading a few of his men, he rushed towards the Mountain Elves King.

The few humans appearing in the Mountain Elves territory stood out like fireflies in the night. Neither their sounds nor their scents could escape the Mountain Elves. Before they could get near the Mountain Elves King, the Mountain Elves sentries stationed around discovered the men.

"Roar!" A male Mountain Elf perched on a branch let out a warning cry and, at the same time, leaped down from the branch, pouncing toward the nearest poacher.

That man skillfully raised his arm and fired three shots without even aiming, then slightly sidestepped. The air-bound Mountain Elf sentry, hit by the bullets, missed him and slammed into the ground, blood pooling from the bullet wounds, convulsing for a moment before dying.

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The warning roar and gunfire startled the other Mountain Elves.

Enraged by these events, the Mountain Elves King thought, was there no justice left in the world? No sooner had they dealt with a group of foreign animals than they were ambushed by a few humans who had suddenly appeared. It was clear they weren't going to be allowed to live in peace!

Just one character—'fight'—came to the Mountain Elves King's mind in its fury. There might be no dealing with those animals, but were humans beyond its reach? Despite the weapons in their hands appearing formidable, after all, there were only six of them, while there were hundreds of Mountain Elves. Even the weakest juvenile Mountain Elves could inflict fatal damage on humans.

If they were dealing with a different group of poachers, the Mountain Elves King's simplistic judgment would have been flawless.

However, the people Park Jeong-ui brought were all experts, full of experience in combating animals in the wild, perfectly coordinated with one another, forming a simple yet effective defense formation.

Even though there were only six men with eight guns, the gunfire never ceased. They maintained a steady rhythm, taking down each Mountain Elf that charged at them.

A dark-faced man in the team, wielding a double-barreled shotgun, blew away any 'slipped-through' Mountain Elves that managed to get to him.

The scene was akin to hundreds of years ago, when Native Americans on horseback, waving their spears, charged towards the colonists' lines bristling with muskets and cannons. Besides a one-sided slaughter, there was no second possibility.

The six men covered for each other, reloading their ammunition. Brave Mountain Elves crashed onto them like waves upon rocks, breaking into spray, but the rocks stood unshaken.

"Mr. Park, if we keep shooting like this, we'll run out of ammo soon," a dark-faced man said, as he skillfully raised his gun and shot through the eye of a Mountain Elf, reloaded his magazine without looking back, and continued.

Park Jeong-ui and his men were just poachers, not soldiers prepared for battle. It wasn't feasible for them to carry much ammunition. To prevent accidents, Park Jeong-ui had arranged for each man to carry twice the ammunition, but this was insufficient for the current rate of consumption.

Hundreds of Mountain Elves, if each was taken down with three or four bullets, would require at least a thousand rounds to eradicate the tribe. There was no way these six men could carry so much ammo with them.

Park Jeong-ui continued to shoot unemotionally, calmly saying, "Keep firing! They will collapse on their own!"

Indeed, just as Park Jeong-ui had predicted, after losing over thirty Mountain Elves, faced with this terrifying force they had never before encountered, the Mountain Elves Tribe finally broke. As smart as the Mountain Elves King was, it could not guess that the enemy was running out of ammo. Just a few dozen more lives, and they could have worn down the invaders.

Escape! The Mountain Elves scattered in all directions.

The Mountain Elves King wanted to flee, but Park Jeong-ui was not going to let it go!