Chapter 35: Fragile Dream Fist (Seeking Follows and Monthly Votes)

"Master Fuli"

Old Chen, just about to call the police, suddenly saw Master Fuli raise his hand and press it onto his own—his heart stirred with doubt, and he was about to ask Master Fuli—

Old Chen looked up and saw a sight that made his soul nearly flee.

The wild boar with a tuft of blue fur on its head snorted twice, its eyes blazing crimson as it charged straight down the slope in a furious headlong rush.

But for some reason, Old Chen felt he had truly seen in that boar’s eyes a deeply human-like hostility and murderous intent—it truly meant to kill!

"Ying!"

An Sheng saw Old Chen frozen, frowned, shoved him into the shrubbery and tea bushes, let out a soft "ying" to warn him to watch his safety—he had no time.

That strange wild boar.

Clearly regarded both An Sheng and Old Chen as intruders trespassing into its territory.

Though An Sheng didn’t know why a wild boar would see a fox as an intruder and launch a full-force assault against him.

But An Sheng didn’t care—his purpose here was to drive away the wild boars damaging the crops.

"Ying!"

An Sheng’s gaze sharpened, his muscles tensed, and his second tail, previously hidden, emerged.

"Boom—rumble—"

As the boar charged, its nearly one-ton weight shook the earth and rocked the mountains.

Along its path, tea bushes and irrigation pipes were all crushed by its headlong rush, its two crescent-moon tusks flashing like ancient heavy cavalry charging fearlessly across a plain.

Dust mixed with water mist spraying from broken pipes; the giant boar, resembling a mammoth, charged straight at An Sheng through dust and flying branches and soil.

When it lowered its head to charge, it even uprooted stone steps.

An Sheng’s initial plan was to dodge the frontal charge and strike from the side, knocking the giant boar over.

But in that instant of lightning-fast thought, a firm conviction suddenly rose in An Sheng’s heart.

I can do it!

What can I do?

As soon as the doubt arose, An Sheng instinctively stood upright on his hind legs, took a step forward, and planted his foot directly in the path of the charging boar.

His two fluffy tails braced against the steps behind him, his hind legs locked in a triangular stance.

"Bang—"

An Sheng stomped down; despite his small frame, he completely ignored the threat of the twin crescent tusks and kicked the giant boar square on the snout, stopping it dead in its tracks.

In the moment of collision, dust exploded everywhere.

"Ssshh—"

The giant boar, as if hitting a wall, had its front half frozen in place while its hind legs kept running, causing its four-meter-long body to collapse into a writhing heap.

It let out a piercing scream, toppled sideways into the shrubbery and tea bushes, blood gushing from its nostrils, eyes rolling back, limbs twitching faintly.

The little fox struck by the charge was thrown back over half a meter; the stones his tails had braced against were driven deep into the mountain soil by the impact.

"Was I really that strong?"

An Sheng, the fox who had just stopped a charging boar with one kick, wore an expression of stunned disbelief on his tiny face.

That sudden flash of insight—An Sheng wasn’t unfamiliar with it.

It was a kind of beastly instinct.

Back when he hunted rats in the forest, he’d often suddenly get a premonition and instinctively move in that direction, predicting the escape paths of mountain rats or bamboo rats, allowing him to feast.

At the moment the giant boar, radiating murderous aura, charged like a heavy cavalryman.

An Sheng suddenly felt a premonition: this boar posed no threat to him; he needn’t fear its insolence.

As soon as that flash of insight struck, An Sheng acted on his old hunting instincts.

One foot stepped forward—directly halting the boar’s headlong rush.

"If I’m already this strong—"

"Then I won’t need to look both ways when crossing the road anymore? If some idiot runs into me, won’t they have to pay for a thousand-yuan pedestrian safety system? Will my insurance skyrocket next year?"

After stopping the boar, a mischievous thought suddenly flashed through An Sheng’s mind.

Then I’ll just go out and get hit by cars.

Yu Xueqing will hold up my national ID and QR code in front of the driver.

You tell me—three years in jail or thirty thousand yuan? Pick one!

Three or five hours of effort equals three or five years of hard work!

"No no no—doing this will get me locked up in a zoo dormitory."

An Sheng shook his head, shaking all those ridiculous thoughts out of his mind.

In his past life as a human, he might’ve been a bit reckless—after drinking, his pockets would often grow lighters, or magnets in his office that sucked up pens.

But as a fox, An Sheng was serious—he’d rather charm and beg for food than ever work a job.

"Hnch—"

The mammoth-like boar, though fallen on the mountainside, still snorted and panted heavily—besides a mild concussion, it wasn’t seriously hurt.

Old Chen stood dumbfounded, staring at the giant boar sprawled just ahead, then at Master Fuli behind him, his two tails fluttering as he’d just kicked the boar down.

Unconsciously, Old Chen raised his phone, wanting to take a photo of Master Fuli for his wallpaper.

It even grew a second tail.

It’s the real Master Fuli!

If everyone gathered in the ancestral hall for the ancestral rites and Master Fuli was there, he’d get to light the first incense stick.

"Ying?"

An Sheng, standing on his hind legs with both tails braced, looked at Old Chen still fiddling with his phone, frowned, and let out a soft "ying."

"No! Absolutely no taking pictures!" Old Chen jumped as if his tail had been stepped on, frantically waving his hands and lowering his phone, sweat pouring down his face.

Taking a photo of Master Fuli? That’s disrespect to the Immortal Master! How could I have even thought that?

"Ying-ying—"

An Sheng waved his paw, signaling Old Chen to help, then glanced toward the mountain stream—two large sows and their piglets immediately fled back into the forest, running toward other remote hills, daring not to linger.

"What’s wrong with Master Fuli?"

Following An Sheng’s gesture, Old Chen circled behind the giant boar, weighing over a thousand jin.

"Ying!"

An Sheng pointed at the boar’s tail, signaling Old Chen to lift it up.

"Ying!"

An Sheng’s face hardened; he let out a sharp "ying" cry, unleashing a furious Fox’s Chaotic Grapple.

Boy! The uphill path, the downhill trail, the Lean Dog Gully—all belong to your fox grandpa!

Don’t think your black hide lets you bring your harem and offspring to rule my territory!

Two testicles the size of Old Chen’s head were struck by a jumping punch from the little fox.

Wild beast overpopulation stems from excessive lust—so the most scientific cure is castration forever!

"Slap—"

As An Sheng threw the punch, both Old Chen and the perpetrator An Sheng winced, both involuntarily drawing a sharp breath.

"Wuuuugh—"

The blue-furred boar’s agonized scream echoed through the mountains like a demon crawling out of the deepest hell.

An Sheng’s castration.

Shattered its harem dream.

Shattered its domination dream.

Even shattered the wild boar king’s dignity.

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An Sheng and Old Chen, staring at the writhing boar, both instinctively clutched their crotches, their minds echoing the sound of a lantern falling to the ground.

(End of Chapter)