As the old saying goes, there's no clear 'best' in literature, but there's no 'second best' in a fight.
When it came to hunting wild boars and bears, no one would ever admit they were inferior to anyone else.
But ascending to the level of tiger hunting—that was something else entirely, beyond the abilities of ordinary men.
Xue Liwei knew his Spear Technique still lagged behind his third uncle Xue Baojun's, to say nothing of comparing it to the legendary tiger hunter, Zhou Chengguo.
As for Zhao Youcai, his Spear Technique wasn't something Xue Liwei had to look up to. But the moment Xue Liwei walked through the gates of the Logging Camp, he saw eight dogs tethered in a corner.
One look at the condition of Little Bear, Da Huang, and White Dragon, and the scars covering their bodies, was all it took for Xue Liwei to know these three were no ordinary hounds.
And looking at the whole Dog Gang—a full eight hounds—he knew this was more than any ordinary family could afford to feed.
