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.

"This isn’t it," Huang Gui said with annoyance. The boar that had injured people was over six hundred jin; this one clearly wasn’t.

But the dogs already had it surrounded. What else could they do? Huang Gui glanced left and right, then said, "This one will do. We’ll kill it and have meat to take back."

"Brother Huang, what are you looking for?" Seeing Huang Gui searching around, Zhou Jianjun pointed down, confused. "Just shoot the damn pig and get it over with."

"Don’t shoot, don’t shoot." Hearing this, Huang Gui quickly turned and gestured to Zhao Jun and Wei Lai, signaling them not to open fire.

Then, Huang Gui found a Fraxinus mandschurica tree, walked up to it, and pulled the Invasion Blade from behind his waist. He felled it with just a few chops.

Huang Gui mounted his blade on the pole and started down the slope, carrying the weapon.

"Badass!" Seeing this, Wei Lai murmured in admiration.

Zhao Jun watched with great interest. This Huang Gui was nothing like Xing Zhuyong and Li Hu from the other day; he had real skill.

In his past life, Zhao Jun had heard of this Huang Elder Niao. The man was ruthless, his dogs were savage, and he was known as the number one master of dog-packing in Lingnan. Today, Zhao Jun would see for himself what he was capable of.

The three of them followed behind Huang Gui. When they were about a hundred meters from the bottom of the slope, one of the six hounds down below—a black one—made a move.

Among Huang Gui’s six dogs, five were black. The smallest of them was the lead dog.

It was this dog that had caught the boar’s scent earlier and led the others on the chase.

Now, it was this same dog that lunged at the boar’s left flank. It was just a feint, though; it darted forward but retreated just as quickly before reaching the boar.

But that single lunge made the boar twist its body and turn to face this small black dog.

Seeing this, Zhao Jun sighed inwardly. ’A good dog.’

The praise came straight from the heart.

The boar had originally been facing the slope. When Huang Gui came down with his weapon, he would have been right in its line of sight, and the boar would have surely charged him.

But the small black dog saw Huang Gui before the boar did. It drew the boar’s attention, making it turn around. Now, the boar couldn’t see Huang Gui.

Huang Gui descended the slope, heading straight for the boar’s rear with his weapon raised. When he was twenty to thirty meters away, the six hounds that had been circling the boar without truly attacking all sprang into action at once.

One black dog leaped up and sank its teeth into the boar’s left ear. The boar was about to toss its head to the left when another black dog attacked from the right, latching onto its right ear.

With its ears clamped on both sides, the boar could only throw its head upward, trying to shake off the two black dogs’ tearing bites.

But just then, Little Black lunged forward and bit down on the boar’s snout. Little Black yanked downward, and in concert with the two dogs clamped to the ears, they slammed the boar’s head into the snow.

At the same time, the remaining three hounds swarmed in. Two black dogs went for the boar’s front armpits, while the only Hua Gou attacked from the rear, sinking its teeth into the boar’s testicles.

The boar was in agony, but with its head pinned to the snow by the three black dogs, it couldn’t even let out a squeal of pain. It could only struggle desperately, its body twisting and thrashing.

By now, Huang Gui had reached the boar. He raised his weapon and plunged it straight into the boar’s Haraba.