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Chapter 24: It's Your Turn
The Wild Boar King had no idea about the changes happening to Zhang Yang.
But he also had no intention of charging in himself anymore.
A cornered beast will still fight, yet this little wolf named Zhang Yang was behaving quite unusually. The Wild Boar King couldn't quite get a read on him, so he decided it was better to let his massive horde of underlings trample him to death.
Soon, waves of wild boars charged forward.
They surged like a black flood, trampling the grassy ground into a complete mess.
A few more circles and they would probably create a mud pit with their own hooves.
Zhang Yang had no plans to keep running circles with them.
His injured hind leg was indeed affecting his speed.
However, his current agility was still more than enough to allow him to weave and fight within a small area among the boar herd.
Fighting at close quarters actually greatly reduced the wild boars' attacking power — the only real danger was getting completely surrounded by the group.
"What? He's not running?"
The Wild Boar King saw something unbelievable.
He realized Zhang Yang had no intention of fleeing, nor was he looking for a place to defend himself — instead, he主动冲进了 the boar herd.
This was completely beyond the Wild Boar King's expectations.
The boars didn't expect it either, but they didn't panic — they just kept charging at him.
Zhang Yang didn't rush into the herd to trade blows head-on. He bounced and darted among them like a ghost.
Whenever he got the chance, he would slash a claw at any boar within reach.
Every strike drew blood.
And the claws carried poison.
Although the potency of the Beginner Poison wasn't particularly strong, it definitely had an effect — otherwise it wouldn't be worth the 1000 Evolution Points he spent.
Thanks to Zhang Yang's disruption, the boar herd quickly lost momentum and could no longer maintain their wild charge.
Once they stopped, the boars could only helplessly swing their tusks at him.
Unfortunately for them, very few of those tusks actually managed to hit Zhang Yang.
On the other hand, his wolf claws were soon completely drenched in red, and his mouth was also covered in blood.
This was no time to hold back — he used every possible means of attack.
At first, the Wild Boar King was quite excited, waiting for Zhang Yang to be stomped into mincemeat.
But gradually, he felt something was very wrong with the scene.
It was extremely bloody.
And all that blood belonged to his subordinates.
The Wild Boar King had a creeping feeling: this guy who was supposed to be crushed into paste was actually getting stronger the longer he fought.
His feeling was correct.
Zhang Yang really was growing stronger in battle.
He discovered that once inside the boar herd, the actual threat he faced was surprisingly small. Even if he couldn't dodge every attack, those tusks couldn't really do much to him anymore. The improvement in his physique had also greatly increased his physical defense.
After this realization, Zhang Yang became inflated with confidence — he felt he could wipe out the entire herd.
Yes, that's exactly what he thought, and exactly what he set out to do.
Every time his Evolution Points reached 1000, he would immediately strengthen one of his attributes. Whether it was more strength or more agility, each upgrade became the capital that let him fight even more fiercely.
By the time the Wild Boar King realized things had gone terribly wrong, the ground was already littered with countless boar corpses.
The next moment, the Wild Boar King went berserk.
Not because he lost his reason, but because he understood clearly: today, it was do or die.
He had witnessed Zhang Yang's power. If he couldn't kill him even in such a favorable situation today, then in the future his entire group would become food for the forest wolves. The remaining boars wouldn't even be enough to satisfy one meal for Zhang Yang.
If he escaped today, he would still die later.
The Wild Boar King charged straight at Zhang Yang.
All the boars in his path hurriedly stepped aside, opening a clear lane for their king.
Zhang Yang had seen the Wild Boar King coming for a while, but he didn't care. Such a straightforward charge was laughably weak.
Just as the Wild Boar King was about to reach him — and Zhang Yang had already leaped into the air to dodge — the king suddenly tripped over the corpse of one of his own subordinates in front of him.
The sight almost made Zhang Yang choke on his own breath while mid-jump.
Was this Wild Boar King here to be a clown?
In truth, it wasn't entirely the king's fault.
He did have intelligence. The smarter a creature is, the more it fears death.
He had personally watched Zhang Yang slaughter his subordinates nonstop. When he got close to Zhang Yang, of course he was afraid!
So what if he tripped? It's fine!
Besides, this was just strategy, you understand?
A feint — ever heard of it?
The Wild Boar King stared at the airborne Zhang Yang with wild excitement in his eyes, desperately justifying himself in his mind.
Zhang Yang was already in the air with nowhere to push off. He could only fall back down.
And the Wild Boar King hadn't charged past — he had tripped exactly at Zhang Yang's landing spot.
Now, all he had to do was raise his head, aim his tusks at Zhang Yang's soft belly, and impale him straight through.
A blessing in disguise!
The Wild Boar King was thrilled.
This was a gift from heaven.
"Seriously walked into dog shit luck," Zhang Yang cursed inwardly. How is this even possible? Absolute dog-shit luck.
And indeed, he had no good way to counter it. The only thing he could do was try his best not to let his vitals get hit.
Pu chi—
The sound of tusks piercing flesh rang out.
Despite Zhang Yang's desperate twist, one of his hind legs was still skewered by the tusk.
At the same time, he bent his waist to the extreme, baring his fangs toward the flesh of the Wild Boar King's neck, intending to tear off a chunk and taste what it was like.
How could the Wild Boar King let him succeed? He already held the absolute advantage. Instead of pressing the attack, he violently shook his head and flung Zhang Yang away.
Zhang Yang's body tumbled through the herd, knocking over several boars along the way.
Rolling on the ground, he became covered in blood — some his own, most belonging to the boars.
When Zhang Yang stood up again with bloodshot eyes, the Wild Boar King unconsciously took a step back.
He was afraid — deeply, instinctively afraid.
What kind of eyes were those?
"Kill him!"
To cover his fear, the Wild Boar King started grunting loudly.
The remaining boars rejoined the fight.
With one hind leg crippled, Zhang Yang's mobility was severely reduced. Bouncing around like before was now impossible.
In this situation, he could only fight them head-on.
This was truly a fist-to-flesh, no-frills brawl.
"How is this possible? He's already so heavily injured — how can he still be this strong?"
The Wild Boar King panicked again.
He never expected Zhang Yang to be so ferocious even when standing and trading blows.
Without any dodging or weaving, in pure head-on combat, his subordinates kept collapsing one after another while Zhang Yang himself seemed completely unharmed.
The law of the jungle is simple: the weak are prey to the strong.
Watching the wounded Zhang Yang stand in the center of a slaughterhouse butchering his followers, the Wild Boar King began retreating again.
This time, he didn't even have the courage to charge anymore.
The Wild Boar King was completely rattled.
He desperately wanted to run home to his mother.
But his four legs were trembling so badly he couldn't even move — he was paralyzed with fear.
In reality, Zhang Yang wasn't actually that terrifying. It was the Beginner Poison taking effect. Almost every boar had been clawed earlier, and the poison coursing through their bodies had drastically weakened their attack power.
Otherwise, being swarmed like this, Zhang Yang would have died long ago.
And he had also secretly consumed a bottle of Beginner Healing Medicine, which was why he could hold on so fiercely.
"It's your turn now."
When there were no more standing boar subordinates left on the field, Zhang Yang dragged his crippled hind leg and slowly walked toward the petrified Wild Boar King.