Hunting: The Dawning

Chapter 7: Greed for Strikes Can Cost One's Life

The plan had gone smoothly beyond belief.

In fact, it wasn't that strange. To put it bluntly, it was just survivor bias.

For the monsters that grew up in the wild environment, there was simply no concept like "whether the food has been poisoned or not".

And those unfortunate ones who fell for the trick usually couldn't survive long enough to pass on this painful experience to their offspring.

Even the Great Wild Boar King itself hadn't realized at this moment that someone had poisoned it. It simply thought that it had carelessly eaten poisonous mushrooms by mistake.

It instinctively lay down. This was the most common way for wild creatures to deal with poisoning – relying on their powerful physiques and metabolic abilities to endure it.

Just a few Paralysis Mushrooms and Poisonous Mushrooms weren't enough to take its life. At most, it would just feel uncomfortable for a while.

But Gordon wouldn't give it a chance to recover properly.

He stood up from the hiding bush, threw a paintball that hit the Great Wild Boar King right on the forehead, and then turned and ran.

Faced with this sudden change, the Great Wild Boar King was stunned for two seconds before it reacted.

Its small eyes became bloodshot and turned red. It roared as it got up, took a step forward, and was ready to charge at that hateful figure and trample him into a pancake.

However, the Paralysis Mushrooms and Poisonous Mushrooms had already started to take effect.

It felt that its body was a bit out of control. It hadn't run forward a few steps before it bumped into the dead wood scattered all over the forest. With sawdust flying everywhere, the angry roars of the Great Wild Boar King could be heard continuously.

This forced it to stop.

Rather than dealing with that abominable guy, it was better to wait until its body recovered to normal first.

It shook its big head, and the pungent paintball liquid was flung everywhere, giving off a strong smell.

Its sense of smell was greatly affected, and it could only rely on its pair of not-so-sharp little eyes to scan the surroundings warily, on guard against that guy's reappearance.

A few minutes passed, and the hateful hunter didn't show up.

Thinking that the other party had run away, the Great Wild Boar King lay down again, ready to have a good rest and break down the toxins.

Just when it had just lain still and was falling into a drowsy sleep.

An agile figure once again quietly emerged from the shadows in the forest.

Gordon, holding the Hunter's Dagger, approached the Great Wild Boar King from behind.

He locked his eyes on the wound on the latter's leg that hadn't fully healed yet, adjusted his breathing, and gathered strength. In the next second, a series of consecutive slashes burst out instantly.

Downward chop! Upward s***h! Another downward chop!

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Three consecutive blows accurately hit the original wound, successfully tearing open and enlarging the already-clotted gash once again, with blood splattering everywhere.

"Oow-ow-ow-ow-ow!"

The Great Wild Boar King, awakened by the sudden intense pain, howled and struggled to get up. Its usually powerful limbs were very uncoordinated at this time, and it even had difficulty turning over.

And Gordon was gritting his teeth, squeezing out every bit of strength in his muscles, and swinging his sword with all his might. This was the best opportunity for an attack.

He had to inflict serious enough injuries on the other party. Only in this way could he try his best to narrow the gap in actual strength between them.

The fine serrations on the blade of the shortsword cut open the skin and muscles of the Great Wild Boar King again and again.

Perhaps it was the effect of the Poisonous Mushrooms, or maybe it was because the other party was resting and its muscles were relaxed. Gordon felt that the flesh of the Great Wild Boar King didn't seem as tough as it was yesterday.

This was good news. In just a few seconds, the left hind leg of the Great Wild Boar King became a bloody mess.

The juice of the Poisonous Mushrooms smeared on the blade also seeped a little into the flesh of the former's wound. This tiny amount of toxin couldn't poison the huge Great Wild Boar King, but it could indeed inhibit the healing of the wound to a certain extent.

"Roar-ow-ow-ow!" The deafening roar made Gordon subconsciously cover his ears.

The Great Wild Boar King was enraged once again.

White steam-like smoke spurted out from its nostrils, and its eyes and nose began to turn red.

With a large amount of adrenaline secreted, it temporarily regained control of its body. Its massive body, which weighed several tons, "bounced" up from the ground at an unbelievable speed.

Gordon, who was affected by the roar and didn't react in time, was kicked by the hind hoof of the Great Wild Boar King. He staggered back a few steps and almost fell.

Fortunately, the kick from the Great Wild Boar King in a hurry wasn't very powerful.

Under the protection of the leather armor, Gordon felt as if he had been punched hard in the side of his ribs. The intense dull pain made his vision blur for a moment, but it didn't make him lose his ability to move.

At this moment, the Great Wild Boar King had already turned around.

Its movements were like a tin toy with its spring wound too tightly, a bit faster than usual.

In the midst of its "huffing and puffing" breathing, the huge tusks, which were much longer than Gordon himself, stabbed straight at him as the Great Wild Boar King raised its head forcefully.

He lunged forward and rolled to the side.

The agile movements cultivated through arduous training helped him narrowly avoid this deadly blow.

After getting up, he even had time to turn around and s***h the Great Wild Boar King, leaving a long and not-too-shallow cut on its side.

The Great Wild Boar King let out another roar.

Its huge tusks swept across. Gordon jumped back in time and successfully deflected the Great Wild Boar King's counterattack.

Gordon grinned, and a confident smile appeared on his face.

For the first time, he realized that the Great Wild Boar King wasn't that terrifying after all.

Having tough skin and thick flesh, possessing enormous strength, being extremely fast in a straight-line charge, and having a faster turning speed than ordinary big wild boars were all the advantages of the Great Wild Boar King.

But in terms of agility in small-scale maneuvers, he still had the upper hand!

Those heavy and long tusks were an advantage, but weren't they also a burden at the same time?

I've roughly grasped the attack range of the tusks. Next, it won't be so easy for you to hit me!

Taking advantage of the moment when the Great Wild Boar King, whose attack had missed, was adjusting its posture, Gordon didn't directly launch an attack but chose to push back a certain distance.

Seeing the distance being widened, the Great Wild Boar King resolutely launched a charge.

Unlike the fear he had felt when facing the Great Wild Boar King's charge for the first time yesterday, at this moment, there was only calmness in his heart.

Just as the huge tusks were about to reach him, Gordon pounced and rolled, successfully dodging the charge. And then he didn't rush to get up but continued to roll forward for another circle.

The whistling sound of the Great Wild Boar King's tusks swinging through the air behind his ears told him that he had guessed right.

Once this guy's charge was dodged, it would immediately turn its head and swing its tusks to make up for a strike. Yesterday, he was hit by this move and sent flying.

And then, there would be a few seconds of a gap!

Even with the muscle strength of the Great Wild Boar King, after a series of actions like consecutive charges, forced stops, and turning around to swing its tusks, it had to make a little adjustment.

This was the opportunity for him to launch an attack!

Gordon rushed forward in a few quick steps and, in the blink of an eye, arrived at the side of the Great Wild Boar King's head. Two swift and fierce slashes were swung out like lightning, adding two new wounds to the latter.

Then, instead of taking advantage of the victory to continue the attack, he once again jumped back without hesitation to widen the distance.

The words that the instructor had emphasized countless times echoed in his mind:

Monsters aren't wooden stakes for target practice. They won't give you the chance to keep attacking. You have to know when to stop. At least half of the hunters who died in battle died because of "greed for strikes".

Sure enough, in the second after he widened the distance, the Great Wild Boar King once again swung its huge tusks savagely, sweeping across the position where he had just been standing.

The strong wind from the huge tusks blowing made his hair ends flutter. Gordon chuckled and rushed forward again.