HLM -Chapter 1106 Face Is Earned, Not Given

Wang Bo drew his knife and turned to look—things were actually going fairly well.

These wild boars, though huge and powerfully built, looking fierce and imposing, were in fact all show and no substance. They were nothing but silver-tipped spears—terrifying in appearance, mediocre in real combat strength.

That was only natural. They were descendants of domestic pigs. Their so-called atavism had merely restored their outward appearance to something resembling their ancestors; in terms of actual fighting ability, they were far inferior.

In New Zealand, wild boars have virtually no natural enemies. Normally up in the mountains, they graze on grass and rarely fight, so they were naturally poor at it.

The hunting dogs, on the other hand, though much lighter than the boars, had undergone professional training specifically for taking down large prey.

It was like a group of young assassins facing a foolish giant. If they charged head-on, they still wouldn’t be a match for the giant. But if they fought smart, making use of the killing techniques they excelled at, as long as they weren’t hit by the giant, they wouldn’t be at a disadvantage.

Once Zhuang Ding and Queen got back on their feet, they charged at another wild boar. Using the same tactic again, they worked together to latch onto and pin down the boar’s hind legs.

Wang Bo moved in instantly, pressing down on the boar’s lower back through the tactical sandbox, and slammed it to the ground.

Gasping sounds rose from afar. In everyone else’s eyes, it was Zhuang Ding and Queen who had dragged the boar down.

Like an executioner, Wang Bo stepped forward, pinned the boar’s head, raised his arm—and brought the blade down in a single chop.

Slash—thud!

With a dull impact, the boar’s head was severed again!

After a series of killings, the remaining boars were terrified. They hadn’t had much fighting spirit to begin with; they had only rushed in as a mob. Now, after being repeatedly attacked by Wang Bo, they panicked, turned around, and fled.

They were huge and immensely strong, and once they started running, the hunting dogs couldn’t stop them. All they could do was bark furiously from behind.

Zhuang Ding and Queen were about to give chase when Wang Bo shouted, “Damn it—stop!”

The two dogs halted immediately. Seeing this, the other hunting dogs also stopped their pursuit without waiting for orders from their handlers.

This meant they had submitted to Zhuang Ding and Queen, acknowledging them as the lead dogs.

Wang Bo’s goal had been to eliminate the danger. He had no intention of letting these tycoons and second-generation elites get hurt on his turf. As for the boars, there was no need to exterminate them all.

Of course, killing them wasn’t a problem either. He planned to develop this forest into a tourist route eventually, and wild boars were always a safety hazard. He would have to organize people to clear them out sooner or later.

Zhuang Ding and Queen ran back. Wang Bo, holding his dog-leg knife, walked toward the others. He looked down at himself—covered in pig blood, reeking of a strong, gamey stench—and couldn’t help cursing again: “Damn it!”

The group behind him stared blankly at him. Even Lancaster, who had seen real combat before, wore a stunned expression.

As the blood-soaked Wang Bo approached, Wendy turned around and raised his fist. Behind him, Williams reacted lightning-fast and slapped his hand aside.

“Shit!”

Williams laughed gleefully. “Did that hurt? See? You’re not dreaming. I helped prove it for you—you’re welcome.”

“Of course I know this isn’t a dream!” Wendy snapped angrily. “I just wanted to pump my fist and shout ‘Hooray’! Damn it, you idiot, you actually hit me!”

Everyone looked at Wang Bo as if he were an alien. Lancaster swallowed hard and asked, “You took them down? You killed four wild boars?”

Wang Bo shrugged. “We did. Zhuang Ding and Queen helped me. By the way, did anyone bring a change of clothes? I’d like to switch into something clean.”

“The castle’s right behind us. You should go back and shower and change,” Lancaster said. “But don’t leave yet—let me take a good look at you first. My God, you’re practically a god of war!”

“How did you do that?” Samir asked as well. “How can you be that strong? You chopped off so many boar heads! It’s unbelievable!”

One of the rich kids groaned in regret. “Damn it, I didn’t turn on the camera. I should’ve filmed that—this is absolutely the pinnacle of human wilderness combat!”

There was no doubt—Wang Bo’s performance had completely stunned them.

Just as Zhuang Ding and Queen had become the lead dogs among the hunting pack, after this brutal battle, Wang Bo had also gained a unique status among these privileged heirs.

Lancaster had invited them to Sunset Town. They all knew Wang Bo had made massive investments there. But each of them came from an illustrious background. On the surface, they were polite and friendly, yet inwardly, every single one of them was proud and aloof.

Compared to their family backgrounds, Wang Bo’s wealth and connections weren’t particularly outstanding. Previously, they had at most regarded him as a friend of equal standing.

But at this moment—after he had personally slaughtered four wild boars—they saw him in a completely new light.

When status and wealth are roughly equal, greater violence and combat power are often the most effective ways for a man to secure a higher position.

In men’s blood, there will always flow a primal admiration for strength and courage.

“This is truly shocking,” they kept sighing long after it was over.

“You flatter me,” Wang Bo said. “These boars aren’t the same as the ones on the European continent. They’re not that terrifying. The fact that none of your hunting dogs were injured is proof enough.”

“When our dogs train for wilderness combat, the first thing they learn is how to preserve themselves,” Williams said. “So it’s normal they weren’t hurt. And they didn’t really injure the boars either.”

Wang Bo shook his head with a smile. “Alright, think whatever you like. I’m going back to change clothes. I’ll also bring a pot—who’s interested in staying for stewed boar and roasted boar?”

“Won’t there be parasites? And the smell might be a bit strong, right?” one rich kid joked.

The others shot him disdainful looks. He quickly waved his hands. “Haha, I’m kidding, guys! Of course I want to enjoy this—this is a rare opportunity!”

“You can keep searching for black truffles,” Wang Bo said with a grin. “I’ll head back first. I really need to clean up.”

After showering, changing clothes, and bringing back a grill and a pressure cooker, he returned to the forest.

By the time he rejoined the group, it was nearly noon—perfect time for lunch.

As soon as Lancaster and the others saw him, they immediately walked over and surrounded him, clearly marking the shift in his status—he had become the central figure.

These were all white men, naturally inclined toward exclusivity. For them to acknowledge Wang Bo’s position like this showed just how powerful an impact the earlier scene had made.

There was a stream in the forest, a mountain spring created after the Forest Heart was upgraded. The water was crystal clear, flowing steadily, with a surprisingly strong current.

All the boars had been killed by clean decapitation with a sharp blade, their blood long since drained away. Meat like this, untouched by blood, tasted the best.

Wang Bo chose one that he had personally beheaded, rather than one torn at by the hunting dogs. That way, even if there were bacteria, there would be far less of it.

Lancaster and the others didn’t mind, but the two rich kids looked rather pampered. Out of respect, he figured it was better to be a bit more considerate.