In the thicket overgrown with weeds, the young mercenary faced his first hunt in life with composure.

The enraged magical beast roared, charging at the frail human in front of it again and again, intending to tear him apart with its fangs and send him flying!

The thicket was the domain of the black-backed boar, its formidable strength plowing deep furrows through the bushes and weeds.

Faced with the black-backed boar's frenzied attacks, Arthur displayed a calmness and poise uncommon for his age, dodging at the very last moment each time. What seemed like a perilous process was in fact a series of evasions calculated with precision, unwilling to waste even a bit more energy than necessary.

While dodging, Arthur's sharp hunting knife slashed across the black-backed boar's body repeatedly. Although each stab was not deep, after dodging more than a dozen charges, the boar's body was covered in wounds that oozed blood, its black bristles stained as if soaked in blood.

This scene left Tony and Angus, watching from a distant tree, utterly astounded!

Could this kid not know fear? He was clearly using this magical beast for practice!

To know that facing a frenzied black-backed boar was a challenge even for second-level mercenaries, and some first-time hunters who were first-level mercenaries were so frightened they wet their pants.

Little did they know that Arthur, who had grown accustomed to the more ferocious orc warriors in the orc camp, found this frenzied black-backed boar less daunting than the camp's dire wolves.

After another missed charge, the black-backed boar did not rush forward again. Its body started to tremble slightly, the continuous loss of blood making it weak, but its blood-red eyes were still fixed on Arthur, filled with brutality, madness, and rage!

This was a sign of the black-backed boar's complete frenzy, a mad boar would rather perish together than turn and flee!

Arthur once again gripped his hunting knife tightly, bending slightly, his eyes locked on the black-backed boar, now seriously engaging!

The black-backed boar and Arthur suddenly moved at the same time, charging towards each other.

Running, the black-backed boar powered off the ground, leaping into the air with immense force to strike Arthur from above.

The great force was enough to send Arthur flying, and before being thrown, the boar's tusks would easily penetrate his leather armor and rip open his chest.

Facing the charging black-backed boar, Arthur showed no intention of dodging, leaping higher into the air instead. His hunting knife glinted coldly, thrusting out like lightning.

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This was clearly a move of mutual destruction! The critical point of life and death depended on whether the boar's tusks would rip open Arthur's chest first, or Arthur's knife would pierce the boar's body?

This was a "decisive battle to the death," where every move was made with the willingness to face death for a chance at survival!

But at the moment of collision, an unexpected change occurred!

The black-backed boar suddenly shook its head, and its pair of tusks shot out like two knives, one above and one below, aimed at Arthur's chest and face.

Tony and Angus, watching from afar, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise; they had forgotten to warn Arthur that, although the black-backed boar was only a level-one magical beast, all magical beasts possess innate magical abilities!

The black-backed boar was no exception; its innate skill was to shoot out its tusks. A boar without its tusks essentially loses most of its attacking power, so it would not easily give up its tusks unless it was a critical moment for survival. It seemed Arthur's previous taunting had truly enraged it; the black-backed boar was beyond furious!

Facing the shooting tusks, Arthur did not dodge. At such a close distance, dodging was impossible; he merely tried to slightly turn his body in mid-air, doing his best to avoid vital areas, extending his arm forward, thrusting the knife even faster.

One tusk grazed Arthur's cheek, leaving a trail of fresh blood. The other easily pierced through the leather armor on Arthur's chest, the immense inertia throwing Arthur violently to the ground.

Arthur's hunting knife ultimately did not touch the black-backed boar's body!

Seemingly having expended its last bit of strength, the black-backed boar also collapsed to the ground, its huge head landing right in front of Arthur, who had fallen.

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The body of the black-backed boar swayed, attempting to maintain balance. After several tries, it collapsed heavily to the ground, motionless.

Arthur stepped back a few steps and sat down on the ground.

A tusk was still embedded in his chest, and the blood from his left cheek continued to flow down, but Arthur had not a bit of strength left in his body. The final strike had exhausted the last bit of his fighting spirit!

To know that a mercenary who had just stepped into the threshold of a level-one warrior hunting down a level-one magical beast alone was as improbable as a drunk old mercenary claiming he had once slain a dragon!

Arthur propped himself up with his hands, struggling to lift his head, and flashed a mischievous smile towards the distant giant oak tree.

"This little rascal, knew all along we were following behind." Tony couldn't help but curse, preparing to slide down the tree trunk.

"Ah, no!" Angus suddenly exclaimed.

Accompanying this exclamation was a tremendous roar.

Arthur, who was closer, suddenly turned around, his already pale face from blood loss turning even whiter!

A slightly smaller black-backed boar charged up like mad, its slightly shorter tusks and relatively smooth bristles on its back indicating it was a female boar.

"Damn, encountered a pair of boars in love, this one came for revenge!" A bizarre thought popped into Arthur's mind in the face of life and death.

At the brink of death, a surge of heat within his chest and abdomen instantly ignited the last of his potential, and Arthur stood up from the ground. The intense movement tugged at the wound on his chest, causing Arthur to grimace in pain.

After running a few steps forward, Arthur stumbled and fell again, too weak to escape!

In an instant, the black-backed boar had reached behind Arthur, its sharp tusks aimed at his lower back for the final strike.

Angus had just drawn his hunting bow, and Tony's head violently hit the tree trunk. From a hundred meters away, everything was too late!

Just as the black-backed boar and Arthur were about to collide, a huge fireball exploded between them, sending both flying backward!

Third-level magic "Explosive Fireball!"

Angus and Tony were stunned