The first time he had encountered teammates this useless, Wang Zhifan felt he would have to clear this instance solo. But just as he was considering how to take down that huge boar most efficiently, something unexpected happened!
The tusked boar roughly a hundred meters away suddenly stopped rooting around and digging. It turned its massive head toward Wang Zhifan and the others, then violently kicked its hind legs against the ground, sending grass and dirt flying everywhere. Next, like a bulldozer, it charged straight at them at a terrifying speed!
"Damn it! Why did this boar suddenly start attacking us?!"
Wang Zhifan was immediately surprised. He had not cleared many instances yet, but he had never encountered a situation where the monster charged over before the players had even engaged it. In this unexpected situation, he quickly repositioned himself while keeping a close eye on the boar so he would not be rammed head-on.
The young gunner in the trench coat nearby reacted similarly. Cursing under his breath, he began running quickly, terrified that the boar would crash into him.
But after both men ran a short distance, they suddenly stopped and turned to look in the same direction—the direction in which the short, fat kid had broken away from the group! The reason was simple: they both realized that the boar was not charging at either of them. Its target was the short, fat kid still fleeing into the distance! Could this be some kind of punishment mechanism in the instance?
Seeing this, Wang Zhifan immediately made the connection. He had never seen anyone on the forums mention what would happen if someone entered an instance and immediately abandoned the team to run away. Today, he witnessed it firsthand. It seemed that if a player chose to flee before engaging the monster and dumped all the pressure of fighting it onto their teammates, they would immediately have to face the greatest pressure in the instance themselves!
As Wang Zhifan considered this, the thousand-pound boar racing across the grassland grew faster and faster. In practically a single breath, it shot past him and the young man in the trench coat, charging directly toward the short, fat kid still jogging away in the distance.
The short, fat kid definitely did not know that the terrifying boar behind him had locked onto him. Since he started running, he had never looked back. But he would soon realize that disaster was upon him.
The bespectacled, short, fat kid was panting as he fled across the grassland on his thick little legs. He had originally thought that his two teammates behind him would rush up to stop him. Yet after running for a while, he had not heard anyone catching up from behind. This made him run even harder, because he believed that as long as he got far enough away, he could avoid every potential danger and would not have to endure the horrifying torment from his first instance a week ago, when a beast had gnawed half the flesh off his body while he was still alive.
However, less than two seconds later, this short, fat man who had developed a psychological trauma toward beasts noticed an enormous, impossible-to-ignore disturbance behind him. It was as though a tank had suddenly descended onto the grassland and was charging at him at full speed.
Startled and suspicious, the bespectacled short, fat man kept running on his thick little legs while turning his neck to look behind him. Then he saw a pair of enormous curved tusks, a pair of blood-red beast eyes, followed by the endlessly alternating expanse of grassland, blue sky, and white clouds—and then eternal darkness.
"Holy shit... That kid was smashed into several pieces in an instant... Even his head flew into the air..."
Two or three hundred meters away, Wang Zhifan watched the short, fat teammate get shattered by the boar, and his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. After all, this was the first time he had personally watched someone go from life to death. He was simply too far away to make out some of the details.
"Fuck!!! That boar turned around! It's charging at me! Get up there already!!! Get up there, damn it!!!"
After the short, fat teammate was instantly killed, the tusked boar turned its huge, rugged body around on the distant grassland where flecks of blood and flesh were still drifting through the air. It pointed its massive head toward Wang Zhifan and the other man. The young man in the trench coat immediately shouted in panic, trying to force Wang Zhifan, the melee fighter, to go forward and block the threat for him.
But was Wang Zhifan the kind of person who obeyed whenever someone yelled at him? Long before the boar began charging, he had already decided not to cooperate with this rude teammate. So when the young man in the trench coat roared at him, Wang Zhifan did not head toward the approaching boar. Instead, he inconspicuously began moving closer to the young man in the trench coat.
In this extremely urgent moment, the young man in the trench coat clearly did not notice Wang Zhifan's unusual movement at first. He was only angry that Wang Zhifan was not obeying him, so he began cursing loudly. "Fuck your mother! Get up there already!!! If you don't, we'll both die! You idiot!!!"
But Wang Zhifan did not care about the insults. He simply watched the boar charging toward them while quietly drawing closer to the young man in the trench coat.
Finally, as the boar racing across the grassland came closer and closer, the young man in the trench coat began to lose his mind. He suddenly raised the gun in his hand, glaring fiercely at Wang Zhifan as he roared, "You won't go, huh?! If you won't go, I'll kill you first—Aah!!!"
Before the young man in the trench coat could finish speaking, despite the risk of triggering a punishment by using his handgun to threaten Wang Zhifan, he suddenly collapsed sideways with a scream of agony. Just as he raised his gun to aim at Wang Zhifan, Wang Zhifan, who had already moved near him, flashed forward and slashed. In an instant, he severed the young man's gun-holding right hand!
At that very moment, the charging boar also reached the area. It seemed to choose Wang Zhifan, currently the only person still standing, as its target and savagely charged at him! But with Strength as high as 19 and Agility as high as 17, Wang Zhifan's movement speed, reaction speed, and coordination far surpassed those of an ordinary person. With a single sidestep, he easily dodged the boar's first charge. Before it could turn around, he quickly picked up the handgun from the ground, still attached to the young man in the trench coat's severed hand, then deliberately stood behind the young man, who was still screaming! How could this simple-minded boar have ever seen a human who treated it with such disregard? When it discovered that this man not only did not run but actually dared to wait nearby for it, it immediately charged again like a furious tank!
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