Chapter 73: Dividing Into Two Groups

Chen Juanjuan’s delicate skin and tender flesh could never withstand the wild boar’s furious charge. One lunge and its two tusks would pierce her belly, taking her life in an instant.

Chen Anquan dashed forward, hoping to save her. But just then, the mutated wild boar lying on the ground suddenly leaped up—yes, it jumped. The earth began to tremble, and Chen Anquan, standing atop it, felt himself swaying as if aboard a small fishing boat.

The mutated wild boar raised its massive head, its tusks locking perfectly around Chen Anquan’s waist. It barreled forward, catching him off guard and, exhausted as he was, he could not resist. The nearly two-meter-tall beast pushed Chen Anquan backward. Turning his head, he saw a thick old tree behind him, so wide that it would take two people to embrace it.

Bang!

His back was slammed violently against the trunk, the pain so intense his chest felt suffocated.

“Ugh!” His mouth tasted sweet and metallic, thoroughly unpleasant, and his abdomen churned like stormy waters.

“Juanjuan, throw away what’s in your hands!” At last, Chen Anquan realized he could no longer protect her. He might survive for now, but if the three- or four-hundred-pound boar struck Juanjuan, not only would her virtue be lost—her life would be too.

Juanjuan wasted no time. She hurled the flowers and herbs she held toward the distant woods. In that instant, the wild boar charging toward her abruptly stopped, turned, and raced off after the plants. Soon, it clamped the flowers in its jaws and fled. Within seconds, its silhouette vanished completely.

Juanjuan stared blankly at Chen Anquan, still pinned by the mutated boar, feeling utterly helpless.

The tenacious dog, finally exhausted, had to release its grip on the boar’s neck. Freed, the wild boar ceased attacking anyone else. Its thick neck bore only a layer of torn skin, not enough to damage the windpipe. It spun around and ran in the same direction as the boar that had just escaped.

“Damn it, they want to steal my prize!” Blood trickled sweetly from Chen Anquan’s lips. He remembered he still had unused attribute points on his panel!

All 0.25 points—into strength!

In that instant, as if he had eaten spinach, strength surged through his body. Without hesitation, he unleashed the Dragon Subduing Palm!

His right hip exploded with power, delivering a knee strike directly to the mutated boar’s throat. The beast staggered back, and Chen Anquan seized the chance to leap, landing squarely on its back.

At the same time, the boar realized he was atop it and began to sprint wildly. Chen Anquan had to hurry to catch up with the boar carrying the flowers; if they got away, it would be too late!

He jumped high, spun 180 degrees in midair, and dove downwards, spreading his palm—“Flying Dragon in the Sky!”

His descent accelerated sharply, like a meteor falling from the heavens.

Juanjuan watched in astonishment as a faint golden aura enveloped Chen Anquan.

“Qi Gong?”

Chen Anquan’s palm smashed down on the mutated boar’s head. The beast collapsed with a thunderous crash, its mountainous body falling lifelessly.

“Juanjuan, wait here for me—I’m going to snatch those flowers back!”

“Okay.”

How dare they steal my herbs? They’re begging for death.

He was already thinking about feasting on wild boar meat.

The dog tried to stagger up, but its four trembling legs couldn’t support it, so it could only watch as Chen Anquan departed.

“Doggy, if you follow me, you’ll only die! Just watch over your master!”

Whimper.

“I once used the Dragon Subduing Palm to punch through the cement floor of the basketball court. Now, with all my attributes boosted, my damage should be much higher. That mutated boar must be dead!”

Yet unease lingered in Chen Anquan’s heart.

A boar the size of a rhinoceros defied all logic—perhaps it really wasn’t dead?

He had to retrieve the flowers as quickly as possible!

When he’d been taking photos with Juanjuan earlier, to avoid unnecessary trouble, he’d put his sickle in the basket. So when the three boars appeared, he hadn’t had time to grab it.

Now, however, he had already picked up the sickle and was sprinting in the direction the wild boar had fled.

Catch up to them and they’re finished, even if they’re protected species!

Wild boars are born for running in tangled forests. If not for Chen Anquan’s keen hearing and the traces left by the boars’ frantic flight, he might have lost them.

He wondered why the two boars were running side by side—were they brothers?

“I’ll kill you both!”

Cursing as he ran, Chen Anquan closed the gap. The boars let out shrill cries, reminiscent of pigs slaughtered in a rural New Year’s celebration.

“Don’t run!”

By now, Chen Anquan was a jungle parkour expert. Ahead was a massive two-meter-high boulder. The wild boars split up to run around it, but Chen Anquan leapt, soaring over the rock.

Whoosh!

Both boars glanced back, startled by his extraordinary leap, squealing even louder in terror.

Bang!

He landed heavily, shattering the earth beneath his feet, then continued his relentless pursuit without pause.

The distance between him and the boars shrank rapidly.

Now Chen Anquan could clearly see both wild boars, just twenty meters away. He confirmed that one of them held in its mouth the blood-red flowered herb.

What amazed him was not the flower’s beauty, but that even as it was battered through dense underbrush, not a single petal fell off, nor was there any damage.

Incredible!

Chen Anquan was convinced that this strange and eerie flower was likely related to the boar’s mutation. If there was anything special about Ao Bei Mountain, it would be the meteor shower that fell some time ago.

Ever since the meteor shower, Chen Anquan had noticed many oddities in the mountain. First, when he dug for medicinal herbs and searched for meteorites, he came up empty-handed. Then, for some unknown reason, Yin Miaomiao and Uncle Lu both made a special trip to Ao Bei Mountain, only returning at dusk. After that, a sudden abundance of high-quality medicinal herbs appeared, even the lesser rehmannia, once processed, met the export standards for Japan and Korea.

Finally, there were these three abominable wild boars, willing to risk their lives for the flowered herb.

“Die!” Chen Anquan hurled his sickle at the boar carrying the herb.

Whirr!

The sickle spun toward the boar’s rump.

But at that moment, the cunning boar veered right, narrowly dodging the sickle.

The sickle struck the earth, blade embedded in the soil.

In a flash, Chen Anquan appeared overhead, grabbing the sickle from the ground without losing momentum.

The two wild boars regrouped and dashed forward, their speed rapidly converging.

“Haha, you’re both dead meat!”

Seeing them draw closer, the sickle in his hand could hardly wait to hack off their heads.

Just then, as if they’d planned it together, the boars did something that astonished Chen Anquan. The boar with the empty mouth bit the herb, and with a powerful shake, split it in two.

At the same time, the two boars split up, fleeing in opposite directions.

They’ve grown cunning!

It’s said wild boars are smarter than dogs, but surely not as clever as monkeys?

Chen Anquan had no choice but to pursue the one still carrying the herb.

In the blink of an eye, the other boar had vanished.

A fine display of splitting up and escaping!