Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

A massive roar erupted in the woods.

Branches were snapped in swathes, the scraping noise was incessant.

Without a doubt, it was an enraged black bear, charging toward this spot at a terrifying high speed.

Run!!

In a brief moment of shock, everyone’s minds were pierced by a scream.

Run?

Running wasn’t even an option in Bi Fang’s mind, the charge speed of an adult black bear could reach forty kilometers per hour, humans simply couldn’t outrun it.

Black bears are solitary animals with a strong territorial consciousness, deadly hostile and aggressive to any creature that intrudes on their territory.

Moreover...

He was here to find it in the first place!

Without a second thought, he planted his spear into the ground, knelt on one knee, gathering his strength, he pushed off the ground with his foot, erupted diagonally upwards, stepping on the dust, his broad chest expanded instantly, his right hand grasping the dart, his entire body tensed like a drawn bow.

Power rose from the ground, spreading like water through his body, finally surging into his arm.

A young tree as thick as a small arm was snapped in two, accompanied by a deafening roar, a huge black bear close to one and a half meters in length burst out from the bushes, thudded heavily onto the ground, kicking up billowing dust, like a dragon exploding from the earth.

The spectators gasped in shock, their bodies instinctively reacted, quivering in battle, their pupils contracting, restless and uneasy.

Under the high-definition camera, every hair on the black bear bristled, fluttering with the flow of muscles, each strand exuded the scent of blood.

Under its thick fur was an extremely robust musculature and skeleton, the fluid muscles contorted, driving its entire body’s movement, enough to plunge one into deep terror.

But what met it wasn’t a feast, only a sharp short spear!

A shadow struck, and the black bear instinctively paused its steps, mounding up dirt on the ground, its long mane fluttering.

But a close-range throw made the dart like a crossbow’s iron bolt, heavy and powerful, striking the black bear’s face!

The flint stone-headed dart shattered the black bear’s facial bone like rotten wood, spraying out a cloud of fresh blood, then piercing through its shoulder, flesh and bone flying in all directions, the blood rapidly evaporating in the heat, the sullen air filled with the smell of blood.

What the fuck!!!

At this moment, the spectators’ minds went blank, their astonishment the only thing remaining.

Could the dart be that powerful?!

Was the dart too mighty, or was Old Fang too strong? Or was it both?

This wasn’t the first time Bi Fang had used a dart, back in Mohe, he had used one during a group fight, but back then it was against wolves whose defenses were far from that of black bears, almost all of them were pierced through and nailed to the ground.

One dart could take down a ferocious wolf!

In reality, even a wooden dart could easily pierce through a metal car engine cover when used by an adult male!

The Indian dart could defeat the Spanish spears and guns, and it could lead to the extinction of the large and ferocious beasts like mammoths.

The disappearance of the mammoth behemoths was predestined the moment the dart emerged from the streams of history!

The power within the dart exploded upon the black bear, like molten steel bringing high temperatures and pain to every corner of its body.

Roar!!!

The frenzied beastly roar brought everyone back to reality.

Yes, the black bear was not dead, the damage only brought pain and greater rage, far from a fatal crisis.

The fear of humans in black bears far exceeds that of humans towards them, so black bears usually stay away from humans, but if before it was merely driving them off, now it was a fight to the death!

From the black bear’s emergence thirty meters away, the distance between them was now less than twenty.

The bear, enraged by pain, charged again, but it was met by a succession of darts.

Bi Fang had prepared five darts, each with a flint stone tip.

Flint stone is harder and sharper than bone, it could easily break through fur, embed into muscle and bone, blood flowed continuously from the ripped wounds, soaking the black hairs into a flat shape, each hit forcing the black bear to retreat.

The black bear roared and charged, the spears flew at it time and again.

This was a contest of speed and reaction, the more darts Bi Fang could throw, the greater the advantage he’d have in the upcoming battle!

At a distance of twenty meters, with Bi Fang’s current abilities, aiming was unnecessary, his arms widened, chest expanded, back straightened, power flowed like water, like a classical javelin thrower at the sports meet.

Dart after dart shot out, in one breath, turning the tables and suppressing the black bear’s rapid attacks, preventing it from advancing an inch.

When the five darts had all been thrown, the distance between them hadn’t even closed to within ten meters.

Dart after dart stuck in the black bear, making it look like a porcupine pierced through, blood streaming from the gashes.

The darts in his hand had already been expended, with the first one hitting the face, causing the black bear’s cheek to suffer a heavy blow, and the shoulder was next in line, with the remaining four darts all embedded in the black bear’s body, firmly lodged and impossible to shake off.

Summer was not the season for black bears to accumulate fat, and though it had woken from hibernation for a while, the layer of fat was not its weakest of the year, but it certainly couldn’t compare to autumn’s!

The stone deeply embedded between the black bear’s muscles and bones, it could no longer feel pain.

Animals had much higher pain tolerance than humans, and when severely injured, they too would secrete hormones for pain relief.

In the pitch-black pupils, no trace of blood could be seen, but the audience could clearly feel the madness contained within those beastly eyes.

It seemed that upon realizing Bi Fang’s darts had been used up, the black bear roared again, its saliva-covered fangs like hook, charging towards Bi Fang like a tank.

Flee?

The audience once again questioned internally.

At this moment, with the black bear charging, covered in short spears, its blood flowing down its fur onto the ground, forming specks of blood mixed with dust, the heavily injured look not only did not lessen the fear of the viewers but added a touch of bloodthirstiness and horror!

Bi Fang crouched low, pulling the spear out of the ground.

Dirt flew along the shiny spine of the spear, the sharp blade cutting through the air, lifting a moon-like arc to face the charging black bear.

With spear in hand, he started running.

There was no retreating, no fleeing, only charging!

Bi Fang, already poised for action, pushed off with all his might, leaving inches-deep footprints, moving like a galloping steed, like a swift arrow.

To draw the bow without looking back.

The viewers were astonished by Bi Fang’s momentum, with the two commentators in the live stream having forgotten their roles, never having seen such a breathtaking scene.

There really was someone, who dared to hold a spear, and charge towards one of the planet’s fiercest predators!

Had he gone mad or was he extremely arrogant?

The fastest speed and the unreserved attacking momentum were keys to Bi Fang’s fearlessness; a distance of ten meters, a mutual charge, all happening in the blink of an eye.

Did he want to compete against a black bear in strength, was his brain broken?

Bi Fang’s brain wasn’t broken, which is why, at the moment of imminent collision, he violently sidestepped and rolled, clutching the spear, his body rolling out two meters away under the force of inertia!

Covered in dust, as Bi Fang brushed past the black bear, the behemoth was too late to turn around.

The black bear ran fast and was flexible, but its flexibility was that of the wind, and its speed was for straight-line charges, its massive body brought greater inertia.

In other words, it lacked maneuverability!

Bi Fang quickly rose to his feet, his sharp spear piercing straight toward the rear flank of the black bear, the sturdy and separating steel blade effortlessly penetrating the bear’s belly, cutting open a huge wound.

Reeling from the pain, the black bear turned around, with Bi Fang rolling in the same direction, both moving in circles like Tai Chi.

Gripping the spear shaft tightly, with the spear lodged in the bear’s body, he leveraged this to support himself, continuously rotating his wrist step by step, resolutely aiming to deliver a blow that would destroy the black bear’s internals, causing a fatal injury.

Perhaps realizing its own folly, the black bear suddenly stood upright, swinging a paw back over its body.

Under his beastly instinct, Bi Fang could clearly feel the huge paw of the bear whistling just less than a foot behind his back, and without looking, his intuition enabled him to sidestep in time; a claw grazing his back, seemingly having brushed his clothes.

Hunters of the forbidden zone, travelers of the wilderness.

Bi Fang was no longer the man who would fight tooth and nail at the sight of a black bear as he had been at the beginning.

He was a hunter, an extraordinary hunter.

His sense of smell could rival that of a wolf, his hunting instinct equal to a tiger’s, even able to use the moisture in the air to sense the opponent’s movements a step ahead!

Wolves King’s Sense of Smell, Beastly Instinct, Biological Sensing.

These were the rewards from one adventure after another, from the first live broadcast encounter with a black bear to the arrival of the hunting season, completing the transition from defense to offense.

In terms of experience and skill, Bi Fang was a master class hunter.

Physically and by talent, Bi Fang was equally world-class.

Out of thirty-five hunters, no one was stronger or more uniquely gifted than him!

The audience was dumbfounded, observing from a godlike perspective, they saw Bi Fang repeatedly heading into danger, yet time and again escaping perfectly.

He was like a dancer on the blade’s edge; this was not a battle, it was a tiger hunting a gazelle, the hunt of the strong upon the weak!

Bi Fang dodged the bear’s paw, suddenly withdrawing his spear, his arm whirling, the pole with a tearing sound, striking precisely and forcefully on the bear’s snout, the bear crying out with a wheezing roar in agony.

Struck by five darts, with Flint Stone remaining embedded in its muscles and bones, the black bear had already been gravely wounded.

Bi Fang did not continue his attack, instead, he swiftly retreated.