155: Chapter 155 If he doesn't step up, who will?

Run?

Where to run?

The Mutant Wild Boar had already turned its head.

A broken half-spear was stuck in its back, and blood gushed continuously from the wound. The bloody water trickled down its dark-red long fur, mixed into the mud, and emitted a stinky smell that made one's stomach churn.

That pair of tusks, stained with white foam and mud, aimed straight at Zhou Kai on the ground.

Its hind hooves scraped twice in the muddy ground.

Black water splashed everywhere.

The mud hit Zhou Kai's face, icy cold, but it couldn't suppress the cold sweat oozing from his back.

At this distance, even if he got up now, it was impossible to escape this bulldozer-like beast.

He could only shrink back desperately, flusteredly pulling out the iron knife at his waist and holding it horizontally across his chest.

The knife was very short; compared to that pair of tusks over twenty centimeters long, it was practically a joke.

But Zhou Kai still gripped it tightly.

Even if he died, he had to leave a memory for this beast.

On the tree.

Zhang Tao's whole body was sprawled on the thick tree fork, his hands tightly hugging the trunk, his face pressed against the damp bark, his crotch almost split open by the tree fork, yet he didn't dare to move at all.

When he saw the Mutant Wild Boar turn its head to aim at Zhou Kai, he even breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

As long as it wasn't charging at him, it was fine.

Whether Zhou Kai died or not was Zhou Kai's business.

As long as he, Zhang Tao, could still stay alive, he could always find an excuse later.

He constantly comforted himself in his heart.

It's not that I won't save him.

I can't save him.

If I go down there, I'll just be throwing my life away.

Right, exactly like that.

Zhou Kai was so good at fighting, and Lin Fan even gave him extra meat, so if he didn't step up, who would?

As soon as these thoughts popped up, Zhang Tao hugged the trunk even tighter, not even daring to blink his eyes.

On the ground, the Mutant Wild Boar rushed forward fiercely once more.

Three meters.

Two meters.

That stinky, hot wind had already rushed onto Zhou Kai's face.

Zhou Kai could even clearly see the shreds of meat hanging at the base of its tusks, as well as the turbid yellow foam squeezed out from the corners of its eyes.

It's over.

When these two words popped out of Zhou Kai's mind, he actually stopped shaking.

He just felt a bit absurd.

Company team building, shipwrecked, he didn't starve to death or die of thirst, only to be rammed to death by a sow.

Right at the moment when that pair of tusks was about to gore into his chest.

"Zhou Kai!"

Lin Fan's voice suddenly exploded.

"Roll to the left!"

Zhou Kai's body moved faster than his brain.

He didn't think, nor did he have time to think.

His entire body rolled right there into the muddy sludge on the left.

Almost at the very same instant.

"Whoosh..."

A sharp sound of breaking air brushed past his eardrum and cut across.

The homemade short crossbow in Lin Fan's hand shook fiercely.

The crossbow bolt pierced through the air, heading straight for the right eye of that Mutant Wild Boar.

The distance was too close.

And the Mutant Wild Boar was charging at high speed.

Let alone aiming, just watching that dark-red wall of flesh press over would make a normal person's hands go weak.

But Lin Fan's hand was as steady as a rock.

He stood there, his gaze so cold it didn't have a single ripple.

On his retina, that line of scarlet prompts was still frantically jumping.

[Weakness prompt: Right eye.]

[Hitting it can cause instantaneous imbalance.]

[Best evasion direction: Left.]

The arrow hit the Mutant Wild Boar's right eye dead center.

"Puff!"

The sound of the eyeball bursting was dull and sticky.

The power of Lin Fan's homemade crossbow bolt wasn't enough; the arrowhead didn't fully penetrate, only plunging deeply into the eye socket.

But this was already enough.

"Awooo...!"

The Mutant Wild Boar let out a miserable howl so piercing it made one's scalp tingle.

The charging direction instantly deviated by half a foot.

Just this half-foot saved Zhou Kai's life.

That pair of tusks grazed past Zhou Kai's ribs, ripping a long tear in his clothes, and a thin line of blood was dragged out of his skin.

The next second.

The Mutant Wild Boar crashed heavily into the tree root behind Zhou Kai.

"Thud!"

The tree root was gouged up.

Mud exploded outward.

Rotten fallen leaves and black water splashed all over Zhou Kai's head and face.

Zhou Kai lay flat in the mud for a long time without catching his breath.

But this beast wasn't dead.

Not only was it not dead, it became even crazier.

A crossbow bolt was stuck in its right eye, and fresh blood streamed down its eye socket, staining half of its pig face red.

The remaining left eye that could still see firmly locked onto Lin Fan, who had shot the arrow.

Lin Fan stood six or seven steps away.

Holding that homemade short crossbow in his hands.

Reloading would take at least a dozen seconds.

And these dozen seconds, in front of the Mutant Wild Boar, were as good as nothing.

Wang Lan hid behind a thick tree, her expression changing bit by bit.

She could see it.

Lin Fan hadn't just been standing in a safe place to reap free benefits earlier.

To save Zhou Kai, he had proactively stood at a position where the Mutant Wild Boar could retarget and charge.

Whether it was out of kindness or righteousness.

From then on, Zhou Kai would become the most loyal and sharpest blade in Lin Fan's hands.

Lin Fan had secured Zhou Kai's absolute loyalty with a single arrow.

This kind of person was even more terrifying than pure cold-bloodedness.

Because it wasn't that he wouldn't take risks.

He just didn't take risks without returns.

Wang Lan's fingers involuntarily dug into the tree bark.

"Brother Fan!"

Zhou Kai raised his head from the mud, his voice so hoarse it didn't sound like his own.

The Mutant Wild Boar had already lowered its forebody.

Its hind hooves scraped the mud.

Its target shifted from Zhou Kai to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan didn't run backward.

In this kind of muddy ground, running in a straight line was just offering one's back to the Mutant Wild Boar.

What's more, behind him were all slippery rotten leaves and interlaced tree roots.

The more hastily one ran, the faster one died.

With a backhand motion, he tossed the empty crossbow to the side.

The next second, he pulled a black combat dagger from behind his waist.

In a civilized society, this kind of thing was a controlled item.

On the Deserted Island, it was capital to kill.

And capital to kill beasts.

Lin Fan gripped the dagger in a reverse grip, his eyes locked firmly on the Mutant Wild Boar's shoulder line and hooves.

He didn't look at the tusks.

The tusks were too obvious and would instead trick a person's judgment.

What truly determined the charging direction was the shoulder line, the landing point of the front hooves, and the shift of the beast's center of gravity the split second before it exerted force.

The red text on his retina flashed frantically.

[Distance to contact: Four seconds.]

[There is an inclined banyan tree three steps to the left, which can provide brief evasion.]

[Right eye is blinded; target turning precision is reduced.]

[Feasible kill plan: Induce it to crash into the tree, restrict its head, attack the eye socket to enter the brain.]

The Mutant Wild Boar charged.

Its huge dark-red body rushed over.

The mud was kicked up in all directions by its four hooves.

That stinky stench rushed right at him, feeling as though the entire rotting forest were pressing over.

Lin Fan kicked off hard with his feet.

He didn't retreat.

Instead, he dashed diagonally half a step toward the front left.

And managed to just barely avoid that pair of tusks that would pierce straight through his sternum.

After losing its right eye, the Mutant Wild Boar's turning precision noticeably dropped, and its left field of vision was blocked for a split second by the trunk of the inclined banyan tree.

It was this very split second that caused its charging line to veer off.

The tusks brushed past Lin Fan's side.

They didn't pierce his body.

But the fierce wind and coarse, stiff bristles whipped up by the Mutant Wild Boar's charge still violently swept across the equipment on Lin Fan's back.

"Bang!"

Lin Fan's shoulders and back sank heavily.

The military entrenching shovel strapped to his back was clipped by the edge of the Mutant Wild Boar's tusk, and the securing rattan rope snapped instantly.

That folding military entrenching shovel flew out from behind him, flipped twice in mid-air, and smashed into the mud next to Zhou Kai.

"Squelch!"

Black mud splattered open.

Zhou Kai instinctively turned his head, the corner of his eye catching that dark, heavy shovel handle.

"Crack!"