No plan survives first contact with the enemy. The wild boar king is coming, so it's better to use the evolution points as efficiently as possible.
Zhang Yang no longer planned to increase his Constitution any further — it was already sufficient for now.
On the other hand, his Strength was clearly not enough. Currently, his Strength attribute was only 12 points. The reason he could unleash such tremendous power was entirely thanks to his talent.
"System, reinforce Strength by 8 points."
"Ding! This reinforcement requires 8,000 evolution points. Confirm?"
"Confirm."
Green light particles appeared. 8,000 evolution points vanished, replaced by surging power.
With 8 more points in Strength, Zhang Yang's Strength attribute reached 20 points — equivalent to 200 jin (about 100 kg) of base strength. Factoring in the 4× amplification from his talent, his effective strength instantly exploded to 1,000 jin (about 500 kg).
"My King, what should we do?"
The jungle wolves had already learned from Zhang Yang that wild boars were coming to attack. They didn't doubt the truth of the information at all.
Since they had chosen Zhang Yang as their king, they gave him unconditional trust. Even if Zhang Yang told them to die right now, they wouldn't hesitate.
So they believed him.
As for running away? That option didn't even exist in the wolves' minds.
When the Wolf King gives an order, they fight to the death.
"Guard the den. Do not let any wild boar enter. Kill every single one that tries."
Did Zhang Yang have any clever strategy?
Sorry — no.
The enemy had already come straight to their doorstep. What strategy was there to talk about?
Just fight.
Moreover, to maximize the survival rate of the pack, Zhang Yang had no intention of letting the battle take place inside the den.
The den was narrow. In a real fight inside, the terrain would actually favor the wolves.
The wild boars' main attack method was charging. Without enough run-up distance, their destructive power would be greatly limited.
But there were definitely many boars, while the wolf pack was small and couldn't afford losses.
Therefore, Zhang Yang decided to go out and meet the enemy himself. The pack only needed to defend the entrance of the den.
"My King, you…"
"No need to say more. Get ready."
Zhang Yang cut off the jungle wolf mid-sentence. After speaking, he strode out of the den.
"Whoa, damn… so many?"
Zhang Yang originally thought it would take a while for the wild boars to reach the den, but he didn't expect that a large number had already gathered right outside.
At a rough glance — definitely over a hundred.
There were no tall plants or trees near the den, so the view was very open. Wolves would never place their home in a dangerous, obstructed location.
Therefore, these red-eyed wild boars had nowhere to hide. They were extremely conspicuous.
The wild boar king stepped forward, surrounded and escorted by the herd. Its build was noticeably larger and bulkier than ordinary boars — roughly the same length and height as Zhang Yang's current form, but much thicker and more muscular. Its tusks were a full thirty centimeters long, gleaming like two polished knives.
The boar king had come to the front mainly to show off and make an entrance. After all, this wolf den was about to be destroyed, and he wanted the wolves here to know exactly who was responsible.
But before the boar king could even start grunting and posturing—
Zhang Yang leaped onto a large boulder in front of the den entrance. The rock was over three meters tall and quite massive.
When it came to showing off, the boar king's grunting could never compare to a wolf's howl under the moon.
Although dawn was approaching, a waning moon still hung in the sky.
Zhang Yang normally wouldn't bother with such a childish display, but in this moment, under these circumstances, not howling at the moon would feel like disrespecting his own identity.
Howling at the moon, battle intent surging.
Inside the den, the jungle wolves felt their king's overwhelming fighting spirit and couldn't help but join in, raising their heads and howling together.
Aooo——
Even though the pack was small in number, the howls carried immense infectious power. The surging killing intent was clearly felt even by the wild boar king.
This was intolerable.
The boar king felt deeply insulted.
What the hell?
We come charging over to crush you, and you still dare to show this much fighting spirit? That means you're not afraid, huh?
Fine. Since you're not afraid, then we'll beat you until you call me daddy.
The wild boar king charged straight at Zhang Yang.
You like standing on rocks and howling, little wolf? Then I'll smash your rock to pieces and see how high and mighty you can act after that.
He absolutely wouldn't give Zhang Yang the chance to look down on him for not being able to jump high.
Hmm… the boar king actually had some self-awareness.
Jumping high was one of the worst events for wild boars — they'd be lucky not to come dead last given their body weight.
Zhang Yang hadn't expected the boar king to be this direct and reckless.
No pre-battle talk, no posturing — just straight-up fighting.
But bro… did you pick the wrong target?
What did this perfectly good rock ever do to you? Why are you smashing it?
The boar king's charge was terrifyingly powerful. Even though the boulder wasn't small, it shook violently under the impact, looking as though it might topple at any moment.
But it didn't break. The boar king's attack still wasn't quite strong enough.
Zhang Yang could no longer stand steadily on the rock, so he leaped down.
Since the boar king wanted a one-on-one duel, Zhang Yang was happy to oblige.
The moment he landed, Zhang Yang raised a paw and swiped straight at the boar king's head.
The boar king didn't flinch at all. It raised its head, intending to use its tusks to counter and stab Zhang Yang's paw.
Trade injury for injury — this was the wild boar king's favorite style. Relying on its thick hide and tough body, it feared nothing.
If it could injure Zhang Yang's paw, it would severely limit the wolf's speed.
A jungle wolf without speed would just become minced meat under his herd's trampling hooves.
However, Zhang Yang had no intention of trading blows like that.
He swiftly retracted his paw, twisted his body, and lashed out with his tail like a whip, striking the boar king across the neck.
"Copper head, iron tail, tofu waist" — that's the saying about wolves.
A wolf's tail could also be used as a weapon, though it wasn't sharp and couldn't benefit from the Sharpness talent, so the attack power was reduced.
Even so, with such immense force behind it, the strike still made the boar king stagger.
Even if the tail couldn't deliver the full thousand-jin force, it could still unleash seven or eight hundred jin. How much did the boar king weigh? Roughly twelve to thirteen hundred jin at most.
"Crash him to death for me!"
After being whipped, the wild boar king flew into a humiliated rage.
One-on-one?
Forget it.
What's the point of raising minions?
Showing off was fine, but actually dueling a genuinely strong opponent like Zhang Yang one-on-one? No way.
All threats must be eliminated in the cradle.
The fact that this creature could grow into a wild boar king showed that it wasn't completely brainless. It knew when it couldn't afford to be stubborn. If it only knew how to charge headfirst, it probably wouldn't have survived to this day.
The herd went berserk.
After a brief pawing of the ground to gain momentum, dozens of wild boars charged toward Zhang Yang all at once.
The sight was truly shocking.
Nearly a hundred wild boars stampeding together — what kind of scene was that?
The jungle wolves guarding the den entrance felt their hearts leap into their throats. They desperately wanted to rush out to help their king, but they still remembered his command — and they had to obey.