8 Chapter 8: The Shock of the "Giant Tusk Wild Boar" and William (Request for Chase Reading)

A flash of silver suddenly appeared, and an arrow shot through the air and into a cluster of grass.

There was a rabbit feeding in the grass, its pale grey fur contrasting with the surroundings.

The next moment, the grey rabbit seemed to perceive something, its fur bristling!

Its grey pupils were spinning chaotically, as if it wanted to jump up and run.

But the arrow in the air was faster than it could react.

The sound of it tearing through the airflow echoed, a splash of blood soared, the grey rabbit nailed firmly to the ground.

Milton Cheney lowered his longbow and walked towards the rabbit.

He reached out and pulled the arrow out of the rabbit, fresh blood pouring out and dripping onto the ground.

When the bleeding had nearly stopped, Milton picked up the grey rabbit by its ears, then used his longsword to dig up some dirt to bury the fresh blood.

"Grey furry rabbit, not of much value."

Milton lifted the rabbit and inspected it, then put it back where he had found it.

The game from the hunt could be carried away or left in situ for specialists to recover.

After fifteen days, the value of all the game would be calculated, and a generous reward given to the person with the highest valued game.

The reward was secondary, the person ranked first would earn considerable prestige in the hearts of the other young nobles.

Walking past the grey furry rabbit, Milton Cheney headed deeper into Sun Mountain.

This hunt was a good experience for him.

Although it could not truly test his strength as a Peak Quasi-Knight.

It could, however, offer a simple test of his knightly skills.

Just like the arrow he had just shot, seen clearly by William, who was following Milton from afar.

He had just taught Milton the basics of archery.

But seeing Milton's shot, it was clearly a skilled level of archery!

Although surprised, William didn't give it too much thought, attributing Milton's skill to his highly talented archery talent.

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Milton traversed the primal forest, heading deeper into Sun Mountain.

Compared to the outskirts, there were more wild beasts in the depths of Sun Mountain.

Although a clean-up operation had already taken place, plenty of beasts that posed a threat to humans remained.

However, with William as his bodyguard, Milton could boldly venture deeper.

Even without William, as a Peak Quasi-Knight, few beasts could threaten his safety.

The name Sun Mountain also has a story behind it.

It's said that on a certain day of the year, three suns would appear simultaneously at the top of Sun Mountain, dazzling and magnificent, hence why the Marquis of Dawnstar named it so.

Sun Mountain used to be a desolate place, but after it was designated as the territory of the Marquis of Dawnstar, it was thoroughly transformed.

The More Castle standing atop the summit is famous throughout the entire Frostwinter Kingdom.

Even the Marquis of Dawnstar would come here for a few days a year.

Compared to the castle where the Marquis usually resides, this place is significantly more remote.

Suddenly, Milton heard a rustling noise coming from the bushes ahead.

Since entering the depths of Sun Mountain, he had been on high alert, watching vigilantly for any movement around him.

So the moment he heard the noise from the massive bushes, Milton immediately reacted.

He quickly moved his feet, hiding his body behind a large tree.

The incredibly thick trunk of the tree perfectly concealed Milton's body.

Milton held his breath and peered out.

He saw an extremely large wild boar come into view.

The boar was covered in dark brown bristles, its powerful muscles visible beneath the fur, its eyes bare, its bristles could not hide its powerful muscles.

Two straight and long tusks jutted out, reaching a length of forty to fifty centimeters.

The tusks were stark and sharp, the large pointed ears stood erect on either side of its head, its tail was full of sharp barbs.

"Giant Tusk Wild Boar!"

Milton murmured to himself.

The Giant Tusk Wild Boar could be said to be an extraordinarily ferocious beast in the forest, its enormous size the nightmare of many.

Milton didn't expect such ferocious beasts to remain in the cleaned-up Sun Mountain, but he did not worry too much.

The Giant Tusk Wild Boar liked to inhabit dense bushy areas.

It had an extremely short temper, with short and sturdy legs, making it very fast.

The next moment, the Giant Tusk Wild Boar's snout twitched slightly, its exposed eyes staring intently at the large tree where Milton was hiding.

"It's got me in its sight!"

The moment he became the target, Milton Cheney didn't hesitate. He swiftly reached into the quiver on his back and pulled out an arrow.

The next instant, Cheney's body leaned slightly back, his shoulders drawing close together.

The tightly strung bowstring was swiftly drawn to its limit by Cheney, curving the bow. His knuckles protruded at the tips of his fingers, turning slightly white from the sheer force.

Just a blink of an eye, and the bowstring was let loose by Cheney.

A sharp sound echoed as the arrowhead, like a lightning bolt, raced towards the soft belly of the wild boar to the side.

The spot Cheney had aimed at was one of the softer parts of the Giant Tusk Wild Boar's body.

This arrow, piercing through the air, was lethal!

This scene, not only did the Giant Tusk Wild Boar in front of him fail to react.

Even William, ready to step in at any time not far from Cheney, was startled.

As expected, a piercing shriek and crash followed. The arrow penetrated straight through the Giant Tusk Wild Boar, burying itself into its body from the side.

The Giant Tusk Wild Boar tried to run, but the arrow that had sliced through its body only allowed it to stumble two steps before it fell on the spot, unable to move.

Scarlet blood gushed out like a spring.

With its violent struggles and convulsions, fresh blood dyed the mound of earth around it.

A pain-filled roar was its last sound in this world.

Combining the skilled level archery of a Peak Quasi-Knight, Milton Cheney felled with a single arrow a Giant Tusk Wild Boar, a match for any Quasi-Knight.

"How is it possible? Your strength!"

Cheney felt a gust of wind, and William appeared in front of him, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

At this point, he didn't care about Hunting Day or not, Young Master's strength was clearly abnormal.

He feared that Cheney had taken some secret medicine to enhance his strength, which might leave after-effects.

Secret medicine was not something to be taken lightly.

Most secret medicines that don't complement the Breathing Technique would leave serious after-effects.

The next moment, William quickly took off Cheney's arm guard, pinched Cheney's wrist to feel his bones, his face turning even more shocked.

"The bone strength of a Peak Quasi-Knight, how is this possible? Young Master, you need to tell me if you've taken any secret medicine."

William's tone was very serious. His grip still held on Cheney's wrist, which Cheney tried to pull away but failed.

But Cheney wasn't surprised. He understood that this would be the case when he revealed his power.

He had prepared his response to this situation in his heart well in advance.

So, Cheney shook his head and chuckled.

"No need to worry, Sir William. You can think of it as my natural strength.

I've always been quite strong, but I never showed it.

Only recently, after coming across the Path of the Knight, did I realize that my strength far exceeds the normal person's strength!"

Hearing Cheney's explanation, William let go of his wrist.

Furrowing his brows and mulling things over, he seemed to recall something as he looked at Cheney with a hint of surprise.

William instinctively believed Cheney's words.

Because he felt that Cheney had no reason to deceive him in this matter.

He himself thought he was being slightly rash. Secret medicine was not easily obtainable.

His concern for Cheney made him overlook that Cheney had no way to obtain secret medicine.

In the Frostwinter Kingdom, secret medicine was a banned substance.

"Whether to say that you're fortunate or unfortunate, Young Master, I am not quite sure. Innate Giant Strength is not that rare, there have been many such cases in the history of the Frostwinter Kingdom."

William's tone was hesitant, but after a thought, he continued,

"But as far as I know, it's extremely difficult for those with Innate Giant Strength to activate the Life Seed and become a Knight. Out of the hundreds known to possess Innate Giant Strength in the Kingdom, only one has become a Knight."

After finishing, William instinctively looked at Cheney's face, as he seemed to want to find a disappointed expression there.

Unlike what he had thought, there were no signs of disappointment on Cheney's calm face.

The calm view might not have shown on Cheney's face but internally, he was startled.

He knew his situation well, Innate Giant Strength was something he made up on the spot.

He had thought that William wouldn't believe him, but to his surprise, there was such a thing as Innate Giant Strength.

Naturally, he wouldn't be disappointed because he didn't possess per se, Innate Giant Strength.

He was just lacking in talent, but with the Simulator, his future would certainly be no weaker than anyone else's.

Still, he felt curious and asked,

"Sir William, do you know that one person with Innate Giant Strength who managed to become a Knight?"

Hearing Cheney's words, William thought Cheney was confident and wanted to emulate that person who, despite possessing Innate Giant Strength, became a Knight.

So, he slightly nodded,

"Terrence Mosley, the Knight of the Earth! One of the Kingdom's Epic Knights!"