"Fighter, get up there! This Savage Boar is almost dead!"
Someone shouted.
Steamed Bun gripped a standard-issue iron sword and stared at the boar before him.
It was a filthy, ferocious Savage Boar, massive in build and weighing several hundred kilograms.
Its body was covered in hard, sharp bristles, and two long tusks protruded from its head, giving off a foul stench. Yet at this moment, it looked sluggish as though half-asleep, its body covered in wounds. It seemed to be on its last breath.
To Steamed Bun, it was simply a huge lump of walking experience and money.
"To hell with it, I'm doing this!"
Steamed Bun gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and thrust his sword into the boar's flank.
The iron sword pierced its tough hide and sank deep into its flesh, making blood burst from the wound.
"I hit it!"
The players cheered loudly.
At once, the boar's small, sleepy eyes turned blood-red. It exhaled a putrid white mist, the muscles beneath its thick fat suddenly bulging as its bloated body erupted with unimaginable strength.
"Fuck, don't tell me this thing has a second phase."
Steamed Bun awkwardly pulled out his bloodstained iron sword. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he felt that he might be about to give up his first death.
The Savage Boar glared viciously at Steamed Bun, its thick hooves scraping against the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
"Snort, snort, snort—rah—"
With a low growl, the Savage Boar lowered its head and charged straight at Steamed Bun, making the ground tremble beneath the players' feet.
Though Steamed Bun was not among the absolute best, he was still a professional-level expert in immersive games. Facing that terrifying charge, he instinctively rolled to the side.
Dust flew into the air as Steamed