Astonished to stunned.

Facing the dizzy boar king, Gordon will not let go of such a good opportunity.

Previously, due to the existence of huge fangs, it was difficult for him to attack the fragile neck of the Great Boar King.

And now, the Great Boar King, with a broken giant tooth on one side, has not only lost an offensive spear, but also a strong shield to protect the vital point!

Gordon didn't care about any maneuvering, and the decisive blow was now!

"Drink, ahhhh

He shouted, jumped high, and with the strength of his charge and jump, he thrust the hunter's knife in his hand into the artery of the neck of the big boar king.

The tip of the Hunter's Knife cut through the not-so-thick fur and thin muscles, but just as it continued to penetrate, it was about to puncture the artery and insert it into the trachea.

The crack in the body of the knife could not withstand the powerful force, and it completely shattered like the fangs of the Great Boar King in Gordon's almost desperate eyes.

The pain and the stimulus of the attack brought the Great Boar King to his nerves, and he struggled to his feet, two equally heavy gasps echoing through the forest.

The Great Boar King is at the end of his crossbow, but what can a hunter who has lost his weapon?

Smash with your fists? Biting with your teeth?

That's not realistic.

Even if he was severely injured and weakened to the extreme, it would be impossible for a human fist or kick to break through the defenses of the Great Boar King's fur muscles and cause effective damage.

"You've all come here, but you can only retreat? Did the hunt fail? ”

Gordon's chaotic thoughts were a mess, and he never thought of such an ending.

"Never!" He roared.

Humans have no fangs or claws, but they forge the minions of monsters into weapons and turn them into their own power.

The instructor's voice seemed to echo in his ears, and the young hunter's gaze locked on the fallen fangs.

Monster weapons, human power!

A flash of madness flashed in Gordon's eyes, and he roared, picking up the giant tooth that was more than two meters long and weighing nearly a hundred kilograms with both hands, and lifted it high.

The former glory of the Great Boar King turned into a giant sword in the hands of the young hunter, and with a roar that pierced the air, it slashed heavily on the huge head of the Great Boar King, knocking it to the ground.

Again and again.

In the dull crash of flesh and hard objects, the struggle of the Great Boar King became weaker and weaker.

Gordon gritted his teeth and squeezed every trace of strength in his muscles, in the cracks of his bones, and continued to wave his huge teeth, he knew very well that this was his last strength.

Once the heavy fangs were lowered, they could no longer be lifted.

This frantic offensive lasted almost a minute.

It wasn't until the Great Boar King was completely out of life that Gordon sat on the ground weakly as if his vertebrae had been drained, panting for breath.

He was embarrassed, but the smile on his face was brighter than ever.

Holding the heavy fangs in his hand, he grinned and shouted:

"Great Boar King, the hunt is successful!"

......

With his hands on his back, Gordon lay on his back on the herbivorous dragon wagon back to Cocot Village, his eyes closed as he remembered what had happened over the past two days.

The huge fangs were placed beside Gordon as trophies, and the four fangs of the ordinary wild boar were too inconspicuous in comparison.

The uncle of the truck owner in his forties glanced back at the giant tooth from time to time, and his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Gordon.

The uncle was an old acquaintance of Gordon, who used to hitchhike between the hill of Shuretsen and the village of Kokot.

The owner knew that Gordon was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and that Gordon was a novice hunter who had only started training two years earlier.

A novice hunter who has not yet reached adulthood, with the most basic training equipment, successfully hunted the Great Boar King, which is a small sensation in Minagard City!

Such a character hitchhiking, can it be called rubbing a car? It's obvious that he rubbed the guards all the way to others, okay!

More than a day passed on the road in the blink of an eye.

When Gordon returned to the village with the fangs of the Great Boar King, it instantly detonated this remote and peaceful mountain village.

Everyone exclaimed, "Since that hero, the future famous hunter will be born from our village!" ”

Compared with the exclamation of the villagers, the reaction of Ernist, who was called an instructor by Gordon, can only be described as terrifying.

"You really hunted the Great Boar King with a hunter's knife?" The instructor's face was full of incredulity, but with that giant tooth more than two meters long as a proof, he couldn't believe it.

For him, who has successfully hunted the Wyvern species, the Great Boar King is not a worthy opponent.

Even if he changed into Gordon's set of equipment weapons, he could easily do it with experience and martial arts alone.

But all this is amazing for a trainee hunter who has not yet obtained the official hunter qualification, uh, well, almost forgot, this kid has just passed the assessment and can already be considered a one-star official hunter.

The size of the Great Boar King, judging from the giant tooth that is more than two meters long, should be about 350 to 400 centimeters long, which is also in the middle and upper ranks among the Great Boar King.

Let this little guy accumulate for a few more years, I'm afraid he can really go to Ka Feilong before the age of twenty?

Regarding this major event in the village, the village chief of the dragon people reacted more subtly.

The old man just smiled and squinted, kept nodding, and kept chanting: "Big wild boar, big wild boar is good, very good, very good~"

Gordon has reason to suspect that the old man has Alzheimer's.

Under the instructor's questioning, Gordon reported his hunting experience one by one.

For Gordon, who was once a pure martial artist, has matured his hunting concept, the instructor is pleased from the bottom of his heart.

This hunting concept is said to be "using all the power that can be used around you" at best, and "unscrupulous means" at worst, but often only such hunters can survive to the end.

Subsequently, the instructor called in a doctor to do a comprehensive examination of Gordon's body.

The latter had many injuries on his body, especially on his right arm, with some bruises in his chest cavity, some misalignment of his shoulder blades, contusions, abrasions, bruises, and countless more.

It is true that the recovery medicine can quickly heal the vast majority of injuries, but the broken bones and misplaced bones will not be reduced under the effect of the recovery medicine, and can only be adjusted by an experienced doctor.

After resetting Gordon's bones, bandaging the wound, and draining the bruises, the doctor instructed him to lie in bed for ten days to half a month to avoid sequelae.

In addition, bone broth cartilage and other foods rich in calcium and collagen were very conducive to his recovery, so the instructor didn't say a word, let the neighbor's aunt take care of him for two days, and then went directly to the nearest hunting ground.

Two days later, the instructor returned, along with a whole cart of herbivorous dragon meat.

During the recuperation period, he strictly forbade Gordon to do physical training, which made Gordon feel very unaccustomed, but on the other hand, the latter, whose parents died early, actually enjoyed this feeling of being cared for.

Another week passed.

Gordon, who felt that he had fully recovered, was no longer willing to stay in bed all day, and the instructor, who had nothing to do with him, had to use this time.

Give Gordon "tuition".

In the past, Gordon didn't like to use a variety of hunting props, he trusted the hunting knife in his hand more, and naturally he didn't take it seriously when he learned, and this time the instructor made up for him.

Needless to say, the commonly used sonic booms, flash bombs, and even the very rare thunder rod were forced to learn it.

I don't know which ghost invented this hunting prop that can summon lightning strikes on a thunderstorm.,It's expensive and unstable.,It's easy to even split the monster with itself.。

It is estimated that it will be eliminated by the market soon, right?