Hunting: The Dawning

Chapter 8: The Broken Tusks

The sun gradually rose to its zenith, and the temperature was constantly rising as well.

The clothes under the armor had long been soaked with sweat, but Gordon, who had focused all his energy on dodging the attacks of the Great Wild Boar King and looking for openings for attacks, naturally didn't notice this.

Ten minutes had passed since the battle officially began.

The high-intensity rolling, dodging, and sword swinging had made his physical strength decline very quickly. And the Great Wild Boar King, the target of the hunt, was naturally not feeling any better either.

The toxins of the Paralysis Mushrooms and Poisonous Mushrooms continued to take effect, which made it consume its physical strength even faster.

The cuts and scars all over its body looked rather terrifying, but most of the wounds were not deep. The really serious one was the wound on the Achilles tendon of its left hind leg.

After the effect of the adrenaline secretion caused by anger wore off, the intense pain in its hind leg made its movements sluggish.

The initial thought of crushing its opponent into minced meat had also faded a lot. After a confrontation that lasted for several seconds, the Great Wild Boar King, panting heavily, turned around and trotted away.

Gordon let out a long sigh of relief.

He didn't pursue immediately because his physical strength had also dropped to a rather dangerous level. Moreover, he hadn't escaped unscathed in the previous battle either.

After simply confirming that the surroundings were temporarily safe, Gordon took out the water bag filled with Potion and took several big gulps.

He pressed his palm against his side ribs. The pain that was not so unbearable coming from the rib area made him breathe a sigh of relief.

He had just been kicked by the Great Wild Boar King here. Even with the protection of the armor, there must be bruises and blood clots. As long as there was no problem with the bones, it was okay.

His right shoulder had also been grazed by the tusk of the Great Wild Boar King just now, and it was now swollen quite high. Fortunately, the bones hadn't been injured either. It should ease up after taking a rest for a while.

He took out a piece of portable rations, swallowed it with the Potion mixed with honey, and then took out a whetstone to sharpen his sword.

The originally sharp blade was now smeared with blood, grease, and had several chips. If he didn't sharpen it in time, he might not even be able to cut through the fur of the Great Wild Boar King later.

After resting for about ten minutes and feeling that his condition had basically recovered, Gordon continued the hunt and launched the pursuit.

While he was recovering his physical strength, the Great Wild Boar King was doing the same. He couldn't afford to let that guy rest for too long.

The smell of the paintball that had been applied not long ago was still obvious. Gordon didn't spend much effort to catch the trail of the Great Wild Boar King.

The other party was standing by a stream, lowering its head to drink water. The wounds all over its body looked rather miserable, attracting countless flies and insects in the forest, which were buzzing around.

The side of the stream was full of pebbles and fallen leaves, and there were no shelters. It was impossible to approach quietly, so Gordon gave up the plan of lurking and launching a sneak attack.

He casually picked up a pebble and threw it from a distance. It accurately hit the Great Wild Boar King on the forehead.

The Great Wild Boar King shook its body and turned its head angrily. Its small eyes stared fixedly at that hateful human.

Gordon raised his hands and made a provocative gesture that even an ant could understand, laughing loudly and saying, "Come on! Let's continue!"

"Roar-ow-ow-ow-ow!"

...

From the time when the sun was high in the sky to when it was setting in the west.

The whole afternoon was spent in the continuous entanglement and pursuit between Gordon and the Great Wild Boar King.

The condition of the Great Wild Boar King was getting worse and worse.

The effects of the Paralysis Mushrooms and Poisonous Mushrooms had long ended, but its situation hadn't improved because of that. During these five or six hours, it had lost too much blood, had no time to recover its physical strength, and even less time to eat.

Its spirit had been in a highly tense state all the time. Whenever it wanted to take a breath, that malicious human would appear, waving his sword.

The injury on its left hind leg was very serious. In order to relieve the burden on its left leg, the Great Wild Boar King tried to keep its left hind leg suspended in the air as much as possible and walked on the other three legs.

This not only made its walking speed slow but also consumed its physical strength further. But the Great Wild Boar King had no other choice.

If it didn't let its left leg rest, it might not even be able to use its most commonly used charge in the battle.

And as the pursuer, Gordon's condition wasn't much better either.

The Potion in the water bag had already been used up, and he had got several new wounds on his body. In order to withstand an impact, his right arm holding the shield had a bone fracture again, and it was excruciatingly painful to move it.

And what worried him the most was the Hunter's Dagger in his hand.

There were more and more chips on it, and the whetstone couldn't restore its original sharpness. There was even a c***k on the originally smooth blade surface. Perhaps it would break completely after the next swing.

The young hunter with little experience didn't know that the main culprit for the excessive wear and tear of the weapon was actually himself.

Why hadn't the instructor mentioned such an easy thing as poisoning the weapon with Poisonous Mushrooms? It was because the corrosive juice of the Poisonous Mushrooms would cause irreversible damage to the weapon.

Those special weapons with deadly poison attached were not simply poisoned on the blade. Instead, they were designed with targeted materials and structures.

Indeed, the deadly poison juice on the blade had suppressed the self-healing ability of the Great Wild Boar King to some extent, making it bleed continuously. But whether it was a loss or a gain, who could tell clearly before the final result came out?

Now, Gordon was standing in front of the Great Wild Boar King once again.

Both of them had been pushed to their limits. Perhaps this would be the last confrontation.

"Come on, let's continue."

The hunter beckoned to the Great Wild Boar King for the umpteenth time.

"Roar-ow-ow-ow!"

The Great Wild Boar King, which had been driven into a desperate situation, had its eyes turn red again.

The pride of the "Mighty Warrior" made it unwilling to use its last bit of physical strength on running away. Its left hind leg, whose Achilles tendon was almost completely torn, miraculously stepped firmly on the ground.

Long streams of white steam, like the steam being released from the valve of a steam engine, spurted out from its nostrils.

The pig charge, whose momentum was far greater than any previous one, began. At this time, even if a flying dragon stood in front of it, it would surely be severely damaged by this blow.

Feeling the determination of the other party, Gordon definitely wouldn't act like the heroic stories described in picture books—both sides launched a charge at the same time, passed by each other, the winner sheathed his sword, and the loser fell down.

No matter how brave he was, he shouldn't play a head-on collision with the Great Wild Boar King...

Dodging was the only option.

Looking straight at the Great Wild Boar King charging towards him, Gordon rolled and dodged at the last moment, and, as he had done every time before, beautifully avoided the charge.

However, this time, the movement of the Great Wild Boar King changed.

It didn't stop its steps but directly changed its direction forcibly in the full-speed charge. Its mountain-like body drew an angle close to ninety degrees on the clearing in the forest, and its huge tusks pointed directly at the hunter.

"How is it possible!?"

Gordon's face suddenly changed. He never expected that the Great Wild Boar King had still hidden a continuous pig charge move!

At the critical moment of life and death, he couldn't even care about rolling to land properly. He threw himself to one side with all his strength and fell heavily to the ground.

Even so, the distance he threw himself out wasn't far enough. The heavy hooves of the Great Wild Boar King were about to smash his knees.

At this moment, Gordon could only leave everything to luck.

He didn't care about estimating the distance. He gritted his teeth and rolled sideways. And it was this gambling-like sideways roll that miraculously helped him avoid the trampling of the Great Wild Boar King.

The Great Wild Boar King, which was charging at full speed without holding back any strength, crashed head-on into the trunk of the big tree in front, making a booming sound like an explosion.

"c***k!"

A sound clearly different from the sound of a tree breaking reached Gordon's ears.

Gordon, who got up in a rather embarrassed manner, looked up in astonishment.

The tusk of the Great Wild Boar King was broken!