Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Bi Fang slowly exhaled.

The Black Bear lay on the ground, its pupils tightly fixed on Bi Fang, the last moment of calm also hiding the fiercest offensive. Bi Fang understood this, much like the quiet before the wolves pounced on the deer coming to drink water, both sides often quietly gazing at each other.

In layman’s terms, it’s a cornered beast still fighting.

With six holes in its body, one reaching its organs and five nearly reaching the bone, if it were the food-scarce winter or even autumn, then the Black Bear would already be in a fatal situation. At this time, Bi Fang should have turned around and fled.

Even in the food-rich spring and summer, the Black Bear would likely die from an infected wound.

Bi Fang kept taking deep breaths, increasing the oxygen in his blood, and strived to push his response time to its peak.

From the charge to the brief separation, he had been holding his breath, and now the sudden calm made him feel somewhat dizzy.

The temporary pause in the attack also allowed the audience to catch their breath, and the sudden realization of oxygen deprivation hit millions of viewers.

It turned out that they had been holding their breath the whole time.

Glancing at the upper left corner, the popularity value had already doubled. In just a few minutes, Bi Fang’s live broadcast room experienced a massive surge in traffic.

The staff at Wolf Fang were already accustomed to this and expertly managed the servers to ensure that not a single user felt any lag.

Gang Tianwu from Japan smiled so widely he almost burst out laughing, but upon realizing what was happening, he was overcome with deep concern.

Bi Fang’s performance was simply too outrageous; how could he dare to engage in such direct combat with a bear?

By noon the next day, Bi Fang was no longer the second Hunter to track the Black Bear, but he was definitely the Hunter who had brought the greatest shock to the hunt.

Traps, ranged attacks, hit and run, draining stamina, and the final blow, without exception, the Spear had been the last resort.

Afterwards, upon encountering the Black Bear, Bi Fang actually went straight for it. His Spear and blade were not his last line of defense but the bayonet of his charge!

Turning to look at other staff members, their eyes were already devoid of expression, murmuring to themselves.

"So amazing."

"Really so amazing."

"Is this something humans can do?"

In the picture, Bi Fang stood in the sunlight, his face slightly flushed. Not only that, almost all of his exposed skin turned pink, as if he were intoxicated.

His blood raced through veins and capillaries at a tremendous speed to transport the oxygen and provide power to his body.

This usually only happened after intense exercise, yet now it had manifested within a few minutes of the confrontation.

This indicated just how intense the short conflict was.

Sweat poured out from every pore on his body, his shirt was completely soaked through with brown earth, Bi Fang resembled someone who had just run a marathon on the track field, but there was a sense of intoxicating gratification.

Every cell awakened, excitedly squeezing out strength.

Bi Fang slightly stretched his chest, allowing the sweat to gather into streams along the grooves of his muscles.

The sweat-soaked back and the pronounced muscles of his arms tightly gripped the Spear; each line contracted and relaxed, possessing astonishing power.

The Black Bear’s mouth and nose were bleeding, it was shocked by the strength of the creature before it. In its memory, it had no natural predators, but now it faced an unimaginable scene.

The two stood in silence.

In the brief lull, the viewers who had been holding back could finally speak.

[Fuck, I’m so nervous]

[Old Fang is too brave, there’s no need to push it so hard... I’m scared]

[I’m already on oxygen at the hospital, it’s too thrilling, my little heart can’t take it]

[I’ve already had my roommate watch CPR videos, just in case I suddenly have a stroke one day.]

[A chubby who might eventually get abs is sending the streamer yachts*10--Bro is really strong, this Black Bear is even heavier than me]

[A light boat has traveled over a myriad of mountains is sending the streamer a Spaceship*1--It’s so exhilarating, my nose bleeds.]

What seemed like a safe confrontation was actually fraught with lethal danger.

The Black Bear had countless opportunities to fail, but Bi Fang had only one.

An adult male Black Bear of one meter six in height, weighing over three hundred pounds!

A swipe of its paw could almost certainly snap a tree trunk less than six centimeters in diameter.

Sweat flowed and pooled.

Blood spilled and formed puddles.

Bi Fang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, held the Spear across his front, tensed all the muscles of his body, and concentrated his strength at one point.

The roaring of the Black Bear echoed through the forest, startling the birds into flight.

Bi Fang gripped the Spear tightly and charged forward. In an instant, something long missing returned once again.

Life flowed back into his body, his vigor surging, his presence mighty like a dragon.

The Spear itself screamed, not with a metallic resonance but a sharp shriek that pierced the air, as if it could puncture one’s eardrums.

Man and bear, large and small, black and white.

Two figures full of power and deterrence collided, spreading the smell of blood throughout the woods, detectable from far away.

This was the struggle of wild beasts.

Bi Fang surrendered everything to instinct; all attacks seemed to miss him, while each of his thrusts, as if guided by fate, struck the Black Bear. Steel cut through flesh, popping blood beads.

The Black Bear ultimately was not as intelligent as humans. Its hesitation and standoffishness turned into blood flowing out. The more it waited, the weaker and more sluggish its power became.

What it thought was a halftime break, a brief standoff, was actually the hunter draining the prey’s spirit.

The flint stone shards lodged between muscle and bone, like screwdrivers jamming gears, made the machine operate with increasing difficulty, moving slower and slower.

A bloody storm shrouded the sky.

Miles and miles away, millions of viewers held their breath once more, silently waiting for the outcome of the slaughter.

No one had ever challenged a black bear with primitive tools before.

Perhaps there had been, but never displayed to the public in a live broadcast like today.

Man versus Black Bear, spear against claws.

It was like a miracle.

It was the way for modern humans to peer into primitive society’s hunting — no, stronger than that. Even the warriors among the primitive humans, the strong ones, couldn’t hunt as precisely as Bi Fang, harvesting prey, maintaining a calm like a finely-tuned clockwork.

He could accurately predict every move of the bear, scrutinize every vulnerability with precision, like a time traveler who had seen the future.

Rolling on the ground again and again, thrusting the spear time after time — every creature has its weakness, and the black bear was no exception. Limited mobility was the key to victory.

Bi Fang and the black bear, like two dancers performing a face-to-face dance.

Unfortunately, the two dancers were not friendly. One with sharp fangs and claws, the other holding a blade. With each closeness, instead of flowers and cheers, they splattered copious amounts of blood and flesh.

Time passed, unmeasured, as if breathing had stopped. The fight seemed eternal, like a millennium had passed.

Yet it also seemed brief, as if everything happened in an instant.

The spear pierced accurately through the heart from the original wound.

The massive black figure fell, the body weighing over three hundred pounds hit the ground, unable to stir any dust, for all the dust was shrouded by blood, sticking to the ground, turning into a blood swamp.

As the rubber soles lifted from the ground, they left a bloody footprint, Bi Fang pulled out the slippery spear, and with one kick, he sent a short spear embedded in the black bear’s body deep inside, puncturing its organs, but by then, the bear could no longer move.

Bi Fang stood in the sunlight with his chest heaving violently; his hair, soaked with sweat, clung to his face; sweat from his palms dripped slowly down the spear, splatting onto his feet.

Someone shivered.

Bi Fang ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back, smearing it with a blood-red pattern, looking like a demon that had climbed out of the blood rivers of Hell.

At some point, his hands were also covered in blood.

Bear’s blood.

His shirt had torn, exposing his bare back.

The mix of sweat and blood spread over his clearly defined back muscles, like rivers of blood shining in the sunlight, seemingly flowing, as if they wanted to break free from the skin and wash over the earth.

Blood droplets from the tips of his hair fell, blooming a blood flower on the ground.

"Huff~~"

Bi Fang exhaled deeply.

Aside from training, it had been a long time since he felt this exhausted.

Faint steam rose from his body, every muscle groaning as if they were a race car that needed to rest after a frantic race, the engine still radiating intense heat.

With that breath, the viewers unconsciously relaxed their tense nerves, then felt something absurd.

A black bear over 1.6 meters long and weighing more than 300 pounds, just like that, gone?

Was it not ridiculous, unbelievable?

A human miracle?

A human miracle indeed!

Unlike any group hunt, long-range attack, or close-quarters finishing move, a real one-on-one, close-range spear hunt of an adult male black bear!

His experience far exceeded that of the other thirty-four hunters.

Strength, technique, he surpassed them all, and even the method he used to take down the bear was simpler, more brutal, and more heart-stopping!

No matter who the ultimate winner was, Bi Fang had already left a mark no one could ignore.

One hundred kilometers away, within a trap, two Yōki Hunters cheered as they watched a bear pierced by a short spear, with two drones circling close for the footage.

Waiting for the viewers’ compliments and astonishment, the Yōki Hunters waited half a day, but the barrage of comments was sparse, and the few that remained even directed the watching viewers to Bi Fang’s personal live stream.

What was going on?

Not just the two Yōki Hunters.

Ugly Country’s trio had hunted their second black bear only to find, unexpectedly, that hardly any viewers were watching this time too!

In Japan’s official live stream room, countless viewers flocked to Bi Fang’s stream.

Gang Tianwu had intended to use the videos of other hunters to divert the viewers from Bi Fang, but the current situation made it impossible for him to continue giving orders. He had to reluctantly switch all other channels to Bi Fang’s viewpoint; only by doing so could they retain the viewers.

With the support of Japan’s domestic audience, coupled with viewers from all over the world, the number of viewers in Bi Fang’s live room reached a new peak.

Sixteen million!

Yes, it had multiplied several times over!

Several Japanese TV stations broadcasted the event, contributing nearly ten million viewers from Japan, an opportunity rarely seen.

If this hunting season were not taking place in Japan, Bi Fang would never have attracted so many Japanese viewers. Even one-tenth would have been very good.

And Huaxia, along with the rest of the world, also contributed nearly eight million viewers, bringing the viewership in Bi Fang’s live room to an unprecedented number!