Qin Ziwen slowly raised the Long Spear in his hand, his eyes fixed on the wild boar.
The boar was caked in mud, its two large tusks jutting up like pillars.
It wasn't the same boar he had seen the last two times, but it was still massive. Standing there, it looked like a black wall.
A quick glance told him it had to weigh at least three or four hundred pounds.
Zhao Pu said slowly, "There are a lot of us. The boar probably won't dare to approach."
Qin Ziwen felt someone else's grip on his Long Spear.
He glanced to his right. His younger brother, Qin Ziwu, had grabbed the spear shaft. "Brother, let me. You guys get away first."
"What bullshit are you talking?" Qin Ziwen pried his brother's fingers away. Qin Ziwu's fingers came loose without any resistance. He was stunned. 'When did my brother get so strong?'
Qin Ziwen held the Long Spear with both hands, its tip pointed forward.
The wild boar let out a long snort.
