After all, Spear Technique is forged with bullets.
Zhao Jun didn't blame Huang Gui. He just smiled and replied, "Well, my friend, you certainly have more experience..."
Just then, the group of four reached the top of the ridge. Below the slope, they saw six dogs had a large wild boar completely surrounded.
Seeing the boar, both Huang Gui and Zhou Jianjun looked a little disappointed, but Wei Lai secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The wild boar wasn't small, probably over three hundred jin, and it was cornered at the bottom of the slope by the six dogs. The two sides were in a standoff.
Five black and one brindle, the six hunting dogs circled the boar. They hadn't attacked yet, merely barking at it incessantly.
As for the boar, its back was arched, the bristles on its spine standing on end. It kept its head low, puffs of white mist occasionally snorting from its nostrils. Its two tusks, like a pair of daggers, were aimed at the two hounds in front of it.
