Soon, a gray-haired boar with tusks nearly a meter long appeared. It was snorting while eating wild fruit. When it suddenly saw someone approaching, it was first startled, then immediately enraged.
Snort.
The gray-haired boar charged at Su Mu, its tusks gleaming coldly.
In the next second.
Su Mu's hand fell upon the hilt of his blade, his body leaning forward as he took a step.
Clang.
The cold light flickered, and Su Mu closed his eyes, recalling the previous strike, while the gray-haired boar still hadn't realized that death had already arrived—until a line of blood suddenly expanded over its body.
Its body, cut into two pieces, ran forward a few meters before falling.
"Weapons are tools for killing, and real combat is the best place to practice martial arts."
Su Mu came to an understanding, and after digesting it, he reopened his eyes, his determined gaze slightly brightening.
"This seems to be a spirit plant? I'll take it first."
