Du Jianshan's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly raised his hunting rifle, aiming at the wounded wild boar. Blood splattered from the boar's shoulder, its fur tangled up, yet it still thrashed forward like a piece of black iron.

"Old Zhou, right leg! Aim at its leg!" Du Jianshan shouted in a low voice.

"Good!" Cold sweat poured down Old Zhou's forehead; he had almost fallen, and his heart was still pounding. He gripped the gun tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang--"

The bullet whistled through the air and struck the wild boar in the hind leg. The boar let out a shrill roar, then rolled violently through the woods, snapping two thick bushes in half.

"Excellent marksmanship!" Du Jianshan exclaimed, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes, but he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

After rolling twice, the wild boar suddenly straightened up, its tusks bared, white foam mixed with blood at the corner of its mouth, making it look even more ferocious. Its eyes gleamed red as it stared intently at Du Jianshan, then, with a powerful leap, charged forward again!

"It's gone mad!" Old Zhou exclaimed in shock.

"Hold on! Retreat to the left!" Du Jianshan ordered as he crouched down, his gun barrel locked firmly against the wild boar's chest.

"Bang--!"

The shot, flashing with muzzle flash, struck the wild boar squarely in the chest. Blood mist spread out, and the boar crashed to the ground, smashing into the earth and sending dry branches flying, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The woods fell silent, with only the echoing sound of the hunting rifle still lingering.

Old Zhou was panting heavily, his legs feeling weak. He pressed the muzzle of his gun down to make sure the wild boar wasn't moving anymore before cautiously walking forward: "Damn, this beast is ruthless. If you hadn't given the order quickly, it would have knocked me over."

Du Jianshan walked over, pressed the muzzle of his gun against the wild boar's neck, and only after confirming that it was completely lifeless did he exhale a breath of stale air. He wiped the sweat from his face and sneered, "If this one were to gore you, not to mention you, even a cow would be gutted. Wild boars are extremely ferocious, especially when they are injured; they will charge at you desperately."

Old Zhou nodded shakily, then looked up and saw that his palm was covered in sweat.

"Let's go, drag it to an open area. This one will keep us busy today." Du Jianshan put away his gun, looked around to make sure there were no other wild boars in the woods, and then bent down to pull the boar's leg.

The two men worked together to drag the wild boar, which weighed at least 300 pounds, to a flat, rocky beach.

"Phew—this beast is really fat. The guys will be happy to see it." Old Zhou couldn't help but grin.

Du Jianshan didn't laugh. He looked down and carefully examined the wounds on the wild boar's body, his brows gradually furrowing.

"strangeness……"

"What's so strange?" Old Zhou asked, puzzled.

“Look, there’s an old wound in its fur, not from us.” Du Jianshan used his hunting knife to part the fur, revealing a scabbed bloodstain. “This was a few days ago, probably because the previous hunters didn’t kill it.”

"Hey, so we've just gotten something for nothing?" Old Zhou's eyes lit up.

Du Jianshan shook his head: "It may not be a good thing. Wild boars usually retreat to their dens to heal after being injured, but this beast rushed out and ran around, and even attacked us. It means it was forced into something abnormal."

"What do you mean?"

“There might be more than one in the woods.” Du Jianshan’s expression turned cold, and he lowered his voice. “Perhaps there are even bigger ones.”

Old Zhou felt a chill run down his spine and swallowed hard: "You mean, the big king in the old mountains?"

Du Jianshan did not answer, his face dark.

Night gradually fell, and the mountain wind howled. The two men lit a campfire, processed the wild boar they had hunted, and hung it on a tree to bleed it.

In the firelight, Old Zhou was still shaken and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Jianshan, do you think we can handle it if we really run into that legendary 'One-Eyed King'?"

Du Jianshan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "When a hunter encounters the King of Hunters, there are only two paths: death or death. If we back down, then we should never go up the mountain again."

Old Zhou shrank his neck and smiled bitterly: "Sigh, I've been up in the mountains for over twenty years and I've never seen a wild boar that big."

“The legends aren’t unfounded.” Du Jianshan looked up at the dark forest, his eyes as sharp as a hawk’s. “I’ve heard from the older generation that the one-eyed king was over two meters long, with fangs longer than daggers. Many people chased after it, but none of them ever came back.”