The plan went incredibly well.

Actually, it's not surprising, to put it bluntly, it's just survivorship bias.

For monsters that grow up in the wild, there is no such thing as "whether the food has been poisoned" at all.

And the unlucky guys who have been tricked will basically not live to pass on this painful experience to future generations.

Even the big boar king himself didn't realize that someone had poisoned himself at this time, and he simply thought that he had accidentally eaten the poisonous mushroom.

It instinctively lies down, which is the most common method used by wild creatures when poisoned - relying on its strong body and metabolic ability to survive.

A few paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms were not enough to kill it, and it would be uncomfortable for a while at most.

But Gordon wasn't going to give it a chance to recover.

Standing up from the bushes where he was hiding, he shook his hand and smashed a dye ball on the head of the Great Boar King, then turned and ran.

Faced with this sudden change, the Great Boar King was stunned for two seconds before reacting.

Its little eyes were red with bloodshot, and it roared to its feet, ready to rush at the hateful figure, and trample him into a meatloaf.

However, paralyzing mushrooms and poisonous mushrooms have begun to work.

It felt that its body was a little disobedient, and it didn't take a few steps forward before it slammed into the rotten trees all over the forest, and the roar of the great boar king was incessant in the splash of sawdust.

It had to stop.

Rather than deal with that nasty guy, let's wait until my body is back to normal.

Shaking his head, the pungent dyeing bulb liquid was thrown everywhere, and the smell was strong.

Its sense of smell was greatly affected, and it had to rely on its small, not-so-sharp eyes to scan its surroundings vigilantly to avoid the creature reappearing.

A few minutes passed, and the abominable hunter did not appear.

The big boar king, who thought that the other party had run away, lay down again, ready to rest for a while and decompose the toxins.

When it had just been lying down, it had just fallen asleep.

Once again, an agile figure silently emerged from the shadows of the forest.

Gordon carried the hunter's knife and approached the boar king from behind.

Keeping his eyes on the wound in the latter's leg that had not yet fully healed, he adjusted his breathing, gathered strength, and in the next second, continuous slashes broke out instantly.

Split! Flirt! Hack again!

Three stabs in succession hit the initial wound with precision, successfully tearing open the tear that had stopped bleeding again, expanding, and splattering blood.

"Whoa, whoa!"

The Great Boar King, who was awakened by the sudden sharp pain, howled, struggled to get up, but his previously powerful limbs were very uncoordinated at this time, and it was a little difficult to even turn over.

Gordon, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and squeezed every ounce of strength in his muscles, swinging his knife as best he could, and this was the best chance to attack.

He must inflict enough damage on the other side to close the gap in hard power between the two as much as possible.

The fine serrations on the blade of the Katakushou sword cut the skin and muscles of the Great Boar King again and again.

Maybe it's the effect of the poisonous mushroom, or maybe it's the reason why the other party is resting and the muscles in his body are relaxed, Gordon feels that the flesh of the big boar king doesn't seem to be as hard as yesterday.

This was good news, and in just a few seconds, the boar king's left hind leg was a blur of flesh and blood.

The poisonous mushroom juice smeared on the blade also penetrated into the flesh and blood of the former's wound in small amounts, and these toxins could not poison the huge wild boar king, and they could indeed inhibit the healing of the wound to a certain extent.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The deafening roar made Gordon subconsciously cover his ears.

The Great Boar King was furious again.

White smoke poured out of its nostrils, and its eyes and nose began to turn red.

With a lot of adrenaline, it temporarily regained control of its body, and its huge body "bounced" off the ground at an incredible speed.

Gordon, who was affected by the roar and did not react immediately, was kicked by the hind hooves of the Great Boar King, staggered a few steps backwards, and almost fell.

Fortunately, the strength of the big boar king's hurried kick was not very sufficient.

Protected by leather armor, Gordon felt like he had been punched to the ribs, and the sharp dull pain made his eyes glaze over, but it didn't incapacitate him.

At this moment, the Great Boar King had already turned around.

It moved like a tin toy with a clockwork quilt wrapped too tightly, three points faster than usual.

With the gasp of "whoop, whoa, whoa" poked straight at him with the movement of the Great Boar King's powerful head.

Throw yourself hard to the side and roll.

The agility of the hard training helped him to dodge the fatal blow indispensably.

After getting up, he even had time to turn around and give the Great Boar King a knife, leaving a narrow knife cut on the latter's side.

The Great Boar King roared again.

The huge fangs swept in, and Gordon leaped back in time to successfully defuse the Great Boar King's counterattack.

Gordon grinned, a confident smile on his face.

For the first time, he discovered that the Great Boar King was actually not that scary.

The rough skin and thick meat, the great strength, the extremely fast straight-line charge, and the faster turning speed than the ordinary wild boar are the advantages of the big boar king.

But in the agility of a small range of maneuvers, you still have the advantage!

That pair of heavy and long giant teeth is an advantage, but not a burden?

I've roughly grasped the attack range of the fangs, and then, it's not so easy for you to attack!

Taking advantage of the failure of the attack of the Great Boar King to adjust his stance, Gordon did not attack directly, but chose to push back a distance.

Seeing that the distance was widened, the Great Boar King decisively charged.

Unlike yesterday's fear when he faced the big wild boar king pig for the first time, he only had calm in his heart at this time.

As the tusks were about to die, Gordon rolled and dodged the pigs, and then he didn't rush to his feet, but continued to roll forward in a circle.

The whistling sound of the big boar king's fangs waving in the air behind his ears let him know that he had guessed correctly.

Once this guy's charge is dodged, he will immediately turn his head and wave his teeth to make up for the blow, and he was smashed out of this move yesterday.

And then, there will be a gap of a few seconds!

Even with the muscular strength of the Great Boar King, after a series of actions such as charging continuously, stopping and turning, and waving fangs, it must be adjusted slightly.

That's when you attack!

Gordon approached, and in the blink of an eye, he reached the side of the boar king's head, and the swift and sharp two knives slashed out like lightning, adding two new wounds to the latter.

Then, instead of taking advantage of the victory to pursue and continue the attack, he once again jumped back without hesitation.

The words that the instructor had emphasized countless times echoed in his mind:

Monsters are not stake targets, they won't give you a chance to keep attacking, you have to know how to stop in moderation, at least half of the hunters who die in battle die on the "greedy knife".

Sure enough, the next second he pulled away, the Great Boar King once again wildly waved his giant fangs and swept across the position he had just stood.

The strong wind of the huge fangs ruffled the ends of his hair, and Gordon laughed and rushed up again.