The Strength of One Bull

Since arriving here, it had been almost a month.

Jian Wushuang had been fishing since the first day, consuming fish day after day. His strength had increased to over 10,000 jin.

He had devoured nearly all the fat fish in the river, catching three to five every day.

"With my current physical strength, it's time to challenge that wild boar." Jian Wushuang's eyes flickered as he wiped the blood off his spear.

As he stood up, he spotted a wild boar drinking downstream. This was the first time this particular boar had attacked him.

Wild boars mostly lived in forests, with only a few wandering in grassy valleys.

Swish!

Jian Wushuang picked up a piece of gravel, took aim, and hurled it at the boar drinking water. 

A miserable squeal echoed through the valley as the stone hit the boar's hindquarters, causing it to limp away.

"I'll deal with you tonight!" Jian Wushuang gripped his spear and left the riverbank.