Huff... huff...
Heavy breathing continuously issued from the massive creature's mouth.
It was a colossal beast covered from head to toe in black fur, more than a full size larger than the African elephants Lin Sheng had seen in his previous life.
Its dense black fur stood upright like black steel needles, gleaming with layer upon layer of cold black luster beneath the sunlight.
Two enormous tusks, like javelins magnified several times over, protruded from its ferocious maw. Dark red bloodstains that had yet to dry dotted them. Combined with the low growls constantly issuing from its blood-filled mouth and its pair of red eyes shining with bloodlust, it gave off a deeply shocking impression.
"So this is the Tusk Mountain Boar!!"
Looking at the giant wild boar less than fifty meters away, Lin Sheng could not help but feel shaken despite having prepared himself mentally.
With such imposing might, even if this Tusk Mountain Boar was not a spirit beast, it was certainly among the most formidable ranks of Mortal Beasts.
At that moment, the Tusk Mountain Boar swept its scarlet eyes over its surroundings, its nose twitching continuously. Before long, its gaze locked onto a boulder the size of a millstone not far away.
A rock sheep with its belly slit open lay atop the boulder.
The blood flowing from its abdomen had nearly dyed the entire boulder red.
The Tusk Mountain Boar paused for only a moment before striding straight toward it.
Though enormous, it was exceedingly stupid and possessed little intelligence. It did not question in the slightest why a dead rock sheep would be on its territory.
Even if it sensed something amiss, it had no scruples whatsoever, because it was the undisputed overlord of this area.
Crunch!
With one bite from its enormous maw, the Tusk Mountain Boar bit off the rock sheep's entire head. In two or three chews, it crushed the hard skull to pieces, then began devouring the rest of the rock sheep's body in huge mouthfuls.
The hunters from the Hunters' Hall stared motionlessly at the bloody scene before them.
The rock sheep had long since been stuffed with a large amount of sedative. They had not used poison because many animals possessed an extremely keen ability to discern poisonous herbs. To be safe, the Hunters' Hall often used sedatives to weaken the combat strength of these strange beasts.
To deal with this Tusk Mountain Boar, Wang Sanyang had personally prepared the sedative this time. It was said to have been purchased at no small cost from Lin'an County City, and its effects were several times stronger than ordinary sedatives.
Thus, beneath the Tusk Mountain Boar's gnawing, more than half of the entire rock sheep was eaten in the time it took for an incense stick to burn.
The Tusk Mountain Boar seemed full and stopped eating the remaining parts of the rock sheep. It simply rolled over and collapsed onto the ground, beginning to sleep soundly. Before long, loud snores rang out.
Everyone waited for another incense stick's worth of time. Once they saw that the Tusk Mountain Boar had fallen completely into a dead sleep, a crisp birdcall finally sounded from the treetops. Wang Sanyang then lightly landed on the ground, followed closely by several Body Tempering martial artists from the Ninth Squad.
They slowly approached the Tusk Mountain Boar, their footsteps impossibly light and making not the slightest sound. Each of them held a sharp blade that gleamed with chilling light.
When they reached the Tusk Mountain Boar, they aimed their blades at its vulnerable vital points and brought them down viciously almost at the same time.
With a squelch, the clear sound of flesh being torn rang out, followed by the Tusk Mountain Boar's agonized howl.
In an instant, the Tusk Mountain Boar, which had been sleeping drowsily, sprang up from the ground and let out shrill roars toward the sky.
It looked utterly miserable. Its left eye had become a bloody hole, bright red blood spurting from it like a fountain. Beyond that, wounds covered its ears, neck, abdomen, and hind legs, with large amounts of blood constantly gushing out.
Yet despite suffering so many injuries, the Tusk Mountain Boar not only did not fall—it became even more frenzied and savage.
Its sole remaining blood-red eye swept the surroundings hatefully, searching for the culprit who had harmed it.
After striking, Wang Sanyang and the others did not linger in the slightest. They swept up great piles of leaves to conceal themselves, then withdrew in a flash, hiding amid the brush dozens of meters away.
They knew the Tusk Mountain Boar's weakness well: it lacked speed and agility. Now that they had severely wounded it, all they needed to do was wait quietly until it lost too much blood and became completely incapable of resisting.
However, they had still underestimated the Tusk Mountain Boar's vitality. Even after suffering grave wounds, it remained as lively as a dragon and as vigorous as a tiger. Its enormous body instead continued rampaging through the forest in mad destruction.
Ancient trees near it were smashed into pieces after only a few collisions.
After knocking down several large trees in succession, the Tusk Mountain Boar still showed no intention of stopping. Its pain instead seemed to be driving it toward even greater madness.
"Not good. It seems we still underestimated this beast."
Watching the Tusk Mountain Boar's mad actions from not far away, Wang Sanyang frowned tightly.
He knew the Tusk Mountain Boar possessed extraordinarily tenacious vitality. He had participated in missions to slaughter Tusk Mountain Boars before, and the one they had successfully killed then had been dealt with using this very method. This one was far more robust than the previous one, so he had expected that killing it might take longer.
But he had not expected this Tusk Mountain Boar to be even more troublesome than he had imagined. After struggling for so long, it still showed hardly any signs of fatigue.
Moreover, judging by its frenzied movements, if this continued, it might affect the other hunters nearby. That was not even the most pressing concern. The most pressing concern was that if the Tusk Mountain Boar regained its senses, it might flee this place. Capturing and killing it then would undoubtedly become even more troublesome. Worse still, if the Tusk Mountain Boar attracted other powerful strange beasts, their mission this time would absolutely end in failure.
At this thought, Wang Sanyang no longer intended to remain hidden. A squad captain was naturally a decisive person. He immediately let out a thunderous shout.
"Everyone, throw your iron spears!"
Upon hearing Wang Sanyang's command, several hunters closer to the Tusk Mountain Boar raised the iron rods in their hands and hurled them toward it.
Several piercing whistles split the air, followed by the clear sounds of sharp weapons entering flesh.
The iron spears Wang Sanyang spoke of were the iron rods issued to every hunter as standard equipment. They were called spears only because one end had been ground somewhat sharper.
At that moment, however, the hunters had mostly concealed themselves atop the surrounding ancient trees, more than ten meters above the ground.
Furthermore, these hunters had at least mastered the basics of the Raging Bull Fist, making them far stronger than ordinary people. Throwing with all their strength from above, the force they unleashed had risen by several levels.
Even with the Tusk Mountain Boar's thick hide and tough flesh, its formidable defenses could not fully withstand such impact.
There were seven iron rods in total, and five of them struck the Tusk Mountain Boar, leaving wounds across its body.
Roar!
Wounded once again, the Tusk Mountain Boar roared toward the sky. Its frenzied movements suddenly halted, and its enormous body stumbled, nearly collapsing to the ground. Yet it was thick-skinned and tough-fleshed, with vitality far surpassing that of ordinary strange beasts.
It soon rose again. Though its movements were far more sluggish than before, they still carried an indescribable savagery and madness.
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