Astonishment was one thing.
Facing the dizzy Great Wild Boar King, Gordon wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip away.
Previously, due to the presence of its enormous tusks, it was difficult for him to attack the Great Wild Boar King's vulnerable neck.
Now, with one of its giant tusks broken, the Great Wild Boar King had not only lost a sharp offensive spear but also its sturdy shield protecting its vital points!
Gordon no longer cared about reserving strength for a follow-up; the decisive blow was now!
"Hraaah!"
He roared, leaping high, and using the momentum of his charge and jump, he plunged the Hunter's Knife in his hand with all his might towards the vital artery on the side of the Great Wild Boar King's neck.
The tip of the Hunter's Knife smoothly broke through the not-so-thick fur and thin muscle, but just as it was about to penetrate deeper, pierce the artery, and enter the windpipe—
The crack on the blade finally could not withstand the immense force, and in Gordon's almost despairing gaze, it shattered completely, just like the Great Wild Boar King's tusk.
The sharp pain and the attack on its vital point stimulated the Great Wild Boar King, bringing it out of its daze, and it struggled to get up, two equally heavy breaths echoing through the forest.
The Great Wild Boar King was at the end of its rope, but what could a Hunter without a weapon do?
Punch it? Bite it?
That was not realistic.
Even severely wounded and extremely weakened, human fists and feet could never break through the Great Wild Boar King's fur and muscle defenses to cause effective damage.
"I've come all this way, but can I only retreat? Has the hunt failed?"
Gordon's chaotic thoughts tangled into a mess; he had never expected such an outcome.
"Never!" he roared.
Humans do not have fangs and claws, yet they forge the claws and fangs of monsters into weapons, transforming them into their own strength.
The Instructor's voice seemed to echo in his ears, and the young Hunter's gaze locked onto the giant tusk lying nearby.
The monster's weapon, humanity's strength!
A hint of madness flashed in Gordon's eyes; he roared, embracing the giant tusk, which was over two meters long and weighed nearly a hundred kilograms, and lifted it high.
The Great Wild Boar King's former glory now transformed into a massive sword in the young Hunter's hand, descending with a whistling sound through the air, heavily smashing onto the Great Wild Boar King's enormous head, knocking it to the ground.
Again and again.
Amidst the dull thuds of flesh and hard object, the Great Wild Boar King's struggles grew weaker and weaker.
Gordon gritted his teeth, extracting every last bit of strength from his muscles and bone joints, continuously swinging the giant tusk; he knew very well that this was his last bit of energy.
Once the heavy giant tusk was put down, it could never be lifted again.
This frenzied assault lasted for nearly a minute.
Only when the Great Wild Boar King completely lost its life did Gordon collapse powerlessly to the ground as if his spine had been removed, gasping for air.
He was disheveled, but the smile on his face was brighter than ever before.
Clutching the heavy giant tusk in his hands, he grinned and shouted:
"Great Wild Boar King, hunt successful!"
Gordon lay on his back, hands behind his head, on the Herbivore Dragon cart returning to Kokoto Village, closing his eyes and recalling everything that had happened over the past two days.
The enormous tusk lay as a trophy beside Gordon; in comparison, the four ordinary Great Wild Boar tusks seemed insignificant.
The forty-something-year-old cart owner uncle occasionally glanced back at the giant tusk, his gaze towards Gordon filled with admiration.
This uncle and Gordon were old acquaintances; the latter often hitched rides with him, traveling between Shuretsusen Hill and Kokoto Village.
The cart owner knew Gordon was only sixteen or seventeen years old and that he was a new Hunter who had only started training two years ago.
An underage new Hunter, using only basic training equipment, successfully hunting a Great Wild Boar King—this was news that would cause a small sensation even in Minagarde!
Could such a person riding in his cart be called freeloading? He was clearly getting a free escort all the way!
More than a day on the road passed in the blink of an eye.
When Gordon returned to the village with the Great Wild Boar King's tusk, it instantly ignited this remote and peaceful little mountain village.
Everyone exclaimed, "After that hero, a future famous Hunter will be born from our village!"
Compared to the villagers' uninformed exclamations, the reaction of Ernest, whom Gordon called the Instructor, could only be described as horrified.
"You really hunted a Great Wild Boar King with a Hunter's Knife?" The Instructor's face was filled with disbelief, but with that two-meter-long giant tusk as proof, he had no choice but to believe.
For him, who had successfully hunted Flying Wyvern, the Great Wild Boar King was not a noteworthy opponent.
Even if he used Gordon's equipment and weapons, he could easily do it with just experience and martial arts.
But all of this, placed on a Trainee Hunter who had not yet obtained formal Hunter qualifications, was astonishing. Uh, well, I almost forgot, this kid just passed the assessment and can already be considered a one-star official Hunter.
The size of the Great Wild Boar King could be roughly estimated from that two-meter-long giant tusk; its body length should be around 350 to 400 centimeters, which is considered medium to large among Great Wild Boar King.
If this little guy accumulates a few more years of experience, he might actually be able to take down a Flying Wyvern before he's twenty?
Regarding this major event in the village, the Dragon People village chief's reaction was rather subtle.
The old man just smiled with narrowed eyes, nodding continuously, and muttering repeatedly: "Great Wild Boar, ah, Great Wild Boar is good, very good, very good~"
Gordon had reason to suspect the old man had senile dementia.
Under the Instructor's persistent questioning, Gordon reported his hunting experience in detail.
The Instructor felt genuinely relieved by Gordon's maturing hunting philosophy, which had once been purely focused on martial arts.
This hunting philosophy, to put it nicely, is "utilizing all available power around you"; to put it bluntly, it is "using any means necessary," but often, only such Hunters can survive to the end.
Afterward, the Instructor found a doctor to give Gordon a comprehensive physical examination.
The latter had many injuries on his body, with his right arm being the most severe, some bruising in his chest, and some dislocation in his shoulder blade, not to mention countless contusions, abrasions, and bruises.
While recovery medicine can quickly heal most injuries, broken bones and dislocated Gu Tou will not reset under the effects of recovery medicine; only an experienced doctor can help adjust them.
After resetting Gordon's bones, bandaging his wounds, and draining the bruises, the doctor instructed him to rest in bed for ten days to half a month to avoid sequelae.
In addition, foods rich in calcium and collagen, such as bone broth and cartilage, were very beneficial for his recovery, so the Instructor, without a word, left him in the care of a neighbor aunt for two days before heading directly to the nearest Hunting Field.
Two days later, the Instructor returned, bringing with him a whole cartload of Herbivore Dragon meat.
During his recovery, he strictly forbade Gordon from physical training, which made Gordon feel very unaccustomed, but on the other hand, the latter, whose parents had died early, also greatly enjoyed the feeling of being cared for.
Another week passed.
Feeling completely recovered, Gordon no longer wanted to lie in bed all day, so the helpless Instructor decided to make use of this time.
He gave Gordon "extra lessons."
Gordon used to dislike using a variety of hunting tools; he trusted the Hunter's Knife in his hand more and naturally wasn't serious about learning them. This time, the Instructor made sure he learned everything.
Common Sonic Bomb and Flash Bomb were a given, but he was even forced to learn about the very rare Thunder Rod.
This hunting tool, which could summon lightning strikes during thunderstorms, was invented by some genius; it was expensive, unstable, and could easily strike both the monster and oneself.
It would probably be phased out by the market very soon, right?
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