I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

When Luo Fei ascended into the air, there were already about a dozen villagers in the radish field at the foot of the back mountain.

Armed with hoes, shovels, and rakes, some carrying shoulder poles and others holding wooden sticks, they lined up in a row, blocking the wild boar herd from the crops.

However, the wild boar herd completely ignored them. A dozen or so wild boars of varying sizes lowered their heads and rooted in the soil, their long snouts digging into the soft mud. With each snout, they would uncover a large chunk of radish root, which they would crunch on with a crisp sound, as if deliberately provoking them.

Luo Weidong stood at the front of the crowd, clutching a hoe tightly in his hand. His sleeves were covered in mud, and his trousers were rolled up to his calves.

Aunt Wang beside him was holding a shovel, the blade of which gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Her lips trembled slightly, not from fear, but from anger—this radish patch was her family's livelihood for the winter; the dried radishes, pickled into salted vegetables, were enough to last until the following spring.

But now, with that one gore from the wild boar, the entire season's harvest has been ruined.

Someone was running towards them from a distance, shouting as they ran, "Don't be afraid, we're here!"

But aren't they really afraid?

The largest boar in the wild boar herd weighs at least 300 kilograms.

Two fangs protrude from the corners of its mouth, resembling two curved daggers that gleam coldly in the sunlight.

Last year, Old Zhao's dog was lifted up and thrown out by these fangs, breaking one of its hind legs.

The dog lay in bed for half a month before it could stand up again. Even now, it still tucks its tail between its legs whenever it sees anything black.

At that moment, two snipers dressed in dark civilian clothes were lying prone in the grass behind the bushes on the hillside not far away.

They were covered in camouflage netting that blended almost seamlessly into their surroundings, and even their faces were painted with greasepaint, making them virtually undetectable without close inspection.

They placed their heavy sniper rifles firmly on the rocks, aiming the muzzles at the direction of the wild boar herd without moving, their fingers lightly on the triggers, their eyes sharp as eagles, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

Their orders were to ensure the absolute safety of Luo Fei's family, and to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to Luo Weidong—whether a two-legged person or a four-legged animal—without any leniency.

If the largest boar in the herd suddenly goes berserk and charges at the crowd, they will pull the trigger without hesitation within a fraction of a second. The bullet will precisely pierce its eye socket and go straight for its brain, ensuring that no villager is accidentally injured.

Two other security teams have also been dispatched to the scene.

They silently dispersed around the villagers, forming an invisible protective circle. Their hands were on their holsters, and some had already unhooked their holsters, revealing a section of black grip, ready to draw their guns at any moment to deal with any emergencies.

Their positioning was very deliberate; each person was responsible for a specific fan-shaped area, ensuring that their field of vision perfectly covered the area between the wild boar herd and the people, so that no wild boar would escape and rush in front of the villagers, causing them harm.

The moment they saw Luo Fei descend slowly from the sky like a god, their tense nerves instantly relaxed. They unhooked their guns from their holsters, fastened the buckles again, and made a soft "click".

The sniper also pulled his finger out of the trigger guard, extended his index finger and rested it on the top of the gun, and his tense body relaxed slightly.

They weren't slacking off; they simply no longer needed to remain on guard.

The guy who can withstand mushroom bombs has arrived. Threats like wild boars are no match for him; they're just a trivial matter that he can resolve in the blink of an eye.

Luo Fei hovered about ten meters above the wild boar herd, looking down at the boars that were still rooting in the soil.

They were unaware of the abnormality above them and continued to destroy the radish patch as they pleased.

The largest boar raised its head and glanced at the crowd with its small but fierce eyes. Its two tusks were stained with the white juice of radishes, and it kept chewing, making satisfied sounds. After chewing a couple more times, it lowered its head and continued to root in the soil, as if the crowd were nothing more than air.

The mud it kicked up with its nose splashed onto the little wild boar next to it. The little wild boar was startled and quickly dodged, burrowing under its mother's belly for protection.

The villagers still held their hoes, but their arms were no longer so stiff. Someone shouted, "Xiao Fei is here!"

Luo Fei stretched out his hands, pointing both index fingers at the wild boar herd simultaneously.

With a slight twitch of his finger, a tiny beam of light shot out from his fingertip, moving so fast that its trajectory was invisible. All that could be seen was a small, round hole with charred edges appearing on the wild boar's head.

The wild boars didn't fall one by one, but almost simultaneously, losing their lives in almost the same instant.

When the largest boar fell, its body slammed to the ground, raising a small cloud of dust. Its mouth was still open, its tongue dangling out, still covered with bits of radish that it hadn't swallowed.

The baby boar lay beside its mother, its body still twitching slightly, but the twitching soon stopped.

The process of more than ten beams of light falling from the sky took less than 0.1 seconds, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

The villagers caught the fleeting light, but before their brains could even process what it was, the wild boars had all fallen. The whole process was incredibly fast.

Some people blinked hard, thinking they were seeing things and hallucinating; some people stared with their mouths open for a long time, their faces filled with shock; some people's hoes slipped from their hands and fell to the ground with a clatter, but they didn't even notice.

Luo Fei slowly descended, landing next to the largest boar.

My sneakers sank into the soft radish field, leaving a shallow footprint.

He looked down at the boar; its tusks gleamed in the sunlight.

He squatted down and reached out to touch the pig's leg. The meat was firm and not very fatty. It was the kind of tight muscle that wild boars, which run and forage in the mountains all year round, had, and it was full of power, unlike the soft fat of domestic pigs.

He stood up, looked around, and scanned each of the fallen wild boars to make sure they were all dead without missing any. Then he reached out and, with a thought, instantly stored all the wild boars into his ring, leaving only a mess on the ground.

The radish patch on the ground was riddled with holes by wild boars, leaving behind pits of varying depths and scattered radish fragments. The once vibrant vegetable garden had become a mess, a heartbreaking sight.

Luo Weidong stood in the crowd, watching his son squat on the ground touching the pig's leg, watching his son stand up and look around, watching his son make the wild boars disappear.

His mouth was slightly open, and he was still holding the hoe in his hand, but not as tightly anymore. His palms were sweaty, and the wooden handle was a little slippery.

The sound of a motorcycle "putt-putt-putt" came from afar, growing closer and closer, breaking the silence of the scene.

The village chief sat on the back of the motorcycle, his hands gripping the driver's shoulders tightly, his body bobbing up and down with the motorcycle's swaying.

The motorcycle stopped at the edge of the field. The village chief got off the back seat. His legs were a little numb. He stomped his feet and walked over, stepping on the bumpy radish field.

He walked up to Luo Fei, looked at the radish pits on the ground that had been dug up by wild boars, and then at the empty ground where not a single wild boar had appeared. His eyes were full of confusion.

"Where's the wild boar? Did you chase it away?"

Luo Fei casually said, "I've put it away."

The village chief did not ask where the money went.

Looking at the radish pit on the ground, Luo Fei recalled the newly built activity center: white walls, brown doors, bright windows, the stove in the kitchen was already built, firewood was piled in the corner, and the big iron pot had not yet been consecrated.

"Uncle Fu,"

Luo Fei said, "The activity center has just been built, and we'll hold the first banquet there tonight. We'll invite all the villagers over to join in the fun and have a pig-slaughtering feast."

"I'll handle the pork. As for the side dishes, just bring whatever fresh vegetables you have in your garden. Let's all join in the fun. I'll ask a few chefs to cook, but anyone in the village who cooks well can volunteer. It's not a specific person, it's all voluntary."

The village chief's eyes lit up instantly, the wrinkles on his face smoothed out, and he revealed a happy smile.

He patted Luo Fei's arm excitedly, with considerable force.

"Great! Great! That's wonderful! I'll go back and broadcast it right away so everyone knows this good news!"

He turned and walked towards the motorcycle, his pace much faster than when he came. He sat on the back of the motorcycle, gripped the driver's shoulder, and shouted, "Go!"

The motorcycle stopped in front of the village committee. Before the village chief's feet had even touched the ground, he jumped off the back seat, jogged into the yard, and pushed open the door to the broadcasting room.

He sat down on the old wooden chair, which creaked as he turned on the microphone, and the red indicator light lit up.

He took a deep breath, brought it close to the microphone, and exhaled a muffled "whoosh" from the loudspeaker.

His voice, brimming with barely suppressed excitement, boomed through the loudspeaker to every corner of Liuxi Village: "Attention, villagers! Attention, villagers! This evening at six o'clock, the newly built activity center will host its first banquet. Every household is welcome to come; please try your best not to miss it. Let's all join in the fun! I repeat, this evening at six o'clock, at the activity center, a pig-slaughtering feast!"

The broadcast echoed through the village. Upon hearing the news, the villagers put down their work and their faces lit up with expectant smiles. The whole village became lively because of the news.