Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Bi Fang stood on one leg atop the bear carcass, pulled out two darts that hadn’t been shaken off, flung away some bits of flesh and blood that clung to them, and upon inspection, noticed the flint stone at the top of the darts had broken off significantly.

Flint Stone is hard and sharp, but it lacks toughness. It easily breaches defenses, but when it collides with bone, it’s liable to cause mutual destruction, resulting in both shattering.

However, that doesn’t matter, it can still be used after replacing it.

Due to volcanic mountain ranges and the geological background, Taiji Town has an unexpected abundance of Flint Stone, which is easily found.

After pressing the locator, the Japanese side responded quickly, and in less than ten minutes, the sound of a helicopter could be heard.

Outside the forest, a helicopter painted with the words "Security Team" roared into life, its huge rotor blades stirring up a whirlwind that caused the nearby leaves to rustle loudly.

Snakes, insects, rodents, and ants scurried away in retreat.

It just so happened that this hunting expedition was related to the Security Team; thus, the task of transporting the Black Bear was also undertaken by them.

The personnel in the helicopter glanced down and couldn’t help but swallow their saliva.

In a surprisingly large clearing among the sparse trees, a young man who appeared unexpectedly young was sitting on a rock, wiping a blood-stained white cloth back and forth across a gleaming silver Spear.

The Spear rotated slightly, reflecting the sunlight, creating a bright spot that dazzled onlookers.

At the young man’s feet lay an incredibly large Black Bear, with a pool of blood underneath. When leaves drifted onto it, they were stuck, unable to move.

With a body length of 1.6 meters—which doesn’t sound particularly tall compared to an adult male—it’s only the length from head to torso, essentially not counting an adult male’s legs.

Should it stand upright, this Black Bear’s height would undoubtedly surpass two meters.

Just imagine, a Black Bear, taller than you by a whole head, towering over and gazing down at you, exhaling a fierce, bloody breath that ripples across your face. What kind of feeling would that be?

Especially considering it could slap your head to smithereens with a single paw—under its massive force, a human skull is no different than smashing a watermelon.

And that is precisely why, at this moment, with the Black Bear sprawling on all fours, lying on the ground, one can truly sense the shock it imparts.

A fully spread Black Bear resembled a fallen giant creature, with large pools of blood beneath it, which slowly flowed towards lower terrain and split around rocks on both sides.

To those in the helicopter, it seemed as if the blood was parting like a stream around the young man, as if avoiding him.

Blood, forest, fallen leaves, the dark green of the forest.

The wind grew stronger; the howling within the forest rose and fell in peaks.

Everyone seemed to witness a sacred sacrifice, with people in beast hides dancing around a bonfire, singing and chanting. Above the bonfire hung a massive Black Bear, becoming a pile of char under the intense flames, as people offered it to the spirits, celebrating a grand festival.

Ancient and mystical.

The newcomers shuddered before refocusing their gaze; the forest remained unchanged, everything was as it had been.

Perhaps it was their late night causing hallucinations, they thought, bewildered. They stood up, opened the hatch, and kicked down the rope ladder.

The entire inspection process was very swift. Three personnel climbed down from the helicopter, but upon entering the jungle, they were greeted with an overpowering smell of blood that whitened their sight.

The three exchanged glances, shocked, but they hadn’t forgotten their purpose. They split up: one quickly measured the Black Bear’s body length, another tied the Black Bear with ropes to be hauled away beneath the helicopter, and the third person held a form, apparently registering something.

The whole process took less than ten minutes.

As for the absence of one bear paw, the three had no comments, obviously accepting this circumstance.

After stowing the measuring tape, one worker called out, "163 centimeters."

One meter sixty-three!

That’s a rare large size among Black Bears.

The person holding the form immediately began to register.

Bi Fang stowed his Spear and approached the recorder, whose form was filled with various items.

Skin damage level: Intact, slight damage, moderate damage, severe damage, no fur.

Body integrity level: Intact, slightly injured, moderately injured, severely injured, shattered.

Limb integrity level: Intact...

At the very top of these items was a table corresponding to the items for deducting and adding points, with the recorder checking off each item on the form.

Clearly, there was a strict scoring system in place, ensuring fairness before all spectators.

This also relieved the audience, as the Japanese were known for their shortage of judges, resulting in many blind people serving as referees, a well-known fact.

Upon completing the tally,

the worker tipped their cap and handed the form to Bi Fang, "The total score is 10.2 points, Mr. Bi can take a look to see if there are any issues."

Bi Fang scanned the form briefly, shook his head, and indicated there were no problems.

Although the body length was significantly over the standard one meter fifty, Bi Fang had not only taken a piece of bear paw, but one limb was also missing, and due to the damage from the darts and Spear, there was significant fur damage—10.2 points was within his expectations.

After confirming everything was in order, the three of them flipped the bound black bear onto its back, placed it on a thick cloth resembling a stretcher, and one of them climbed up the rope ladder, attaching it to the helicopter above.

Once ready, the helicopter in midair began to ascend, eventually taking the black bear away from the forest.

Bi Fang watched the helicopter depart and turned back to the live-streaming camera, "Do we have a ranking with scores now? If there are scores, can you check where I’m ranked?"

[First place!]

As expected.

Bi Fang didn’t feel surprised.

It goes without saying for the teams; even with good luck, encountering more than two black bears on the second day was possible, but there was an objective score reduction due to being in a group.

For solo hunters, there was no reduction, but the fewer the people, the more reliant they were on various "deadly traps" to contain the black bear, which made it easier for accidents to happen, thus requiring more preparation and a longer setup time.

The bigger the game that a trap was designed to capture, the more difficult it was to make,

Rockfalls, heavy traps, log traps, sharp blades, pitfalls, bows and arrows—Bi Fang didn’t know how many others knew, but these traps he was aware of were mighty powerful and simultaneously more troublesome to set up.

A quality large trap, if made by a single person, would take at least a few hours.

For someone like Bi Fang to boldly charge at a bear with just a few darts and two or three spears, and the most outrageous part was actually succeeding; others couldn’t even dare to think of it.

It was no wonder other hunters were left in a state of disbelief at such an outrageous feat.

Even if your traps were ingeniously laid and your hunting methods brilliant, they still wouldn’t have the shocking impact of Bi Fang’s direct charge!

The two were like an art film versus a blockbuster; no matter how deep or impressive the message, once the flashy special effects came out, normal people would be drawn to it, and the box office would not be on the same level.

Moreover, whether what you made was actually an art film is another matter.

Having sent off the black bear, Bi Fang had no intention to stay longer: "I plan to go back to the town to recuperate for a day, and by the way, see if I can find a good restaurant to have the bear paw cooked."

After all, opportunities were rare, and this might be his first and only chance to try it in his life; Bi Fang didn’t want to just roast it simply but hoped to find a skilled chef to prepare it.

In the afternoon, the residents of Taiji Town witnessed a bizarre scene: a bare-chested man, covered in blood, carrying three spears, one steel and two wooden, with a backpack hanging on one of the camphor wood spears, sliding down from the mountain all the way to the road, where he stepped on a stone and leaped onto the main street.

The smell of sweat mixed with blood wasn’t pleasant, especially after being fermented by the heat, causing passersby to frown, and even some were hesitant about whether they should call the police.

Bi Fang looked terrifying, like a maniacal serial killer who had been hiding in the forest for a long time and suddenly ran out.

Speaking of which, there seemed to have been a guard team’s helicopter entering the forest just earlier, weren’t they looking for this person?

"What’s going on?"

"Who is that?"

"Is that blood on him? So scary."

"Oh, oh my! That’s a hunter participating in the bear hunting season! Seems like he had a fruitful hunt?"

"Bear hunting season? What’s that, I’ve never heard of it before?"

"Madam, do you never go online?"

"Who are you calling ’madam’? The young people these days really have no manners!"

Whispers arose among the pedestrians as Bi Fang walked by, and even some people leaned out of their windows to catch the commotion, taking out their phones to take pictures and record videos.

The viewers in front of their screens laughed heartily at this scene.

[They’re all stunned]

[It feels like the villagers after Wu Song fought the tiger]

[Master Fang is awesome!]

[Goodbye, Minasan, I’m off to buy stuffed toys from that unscrupulous businessman Yao Jun, boo hoo]

Bi Fang didn’t rush to dine as it was still early: "This is where I’ll sign off for now; it’s too hot, and I need to find a bathhouse to take a bath. I’ll stream again tonight when I’m eating the bear paw, alright, this is it for these few days."

Ignoring the wails of his viewers, Bi Fang turned off the live stream and, amid the astonished gazes of the onlookers, ran towards a certain bathhouse in Taiji Town.

Don’t ask how he knew the place so well, it’s called looking at the map.

When Bi Fang entered the bathhouse covered in blood, he almost alarmed the staff to the point of calling the police on the spot, but fortunately, a waiter recognized him.

Obviously, the waiter had been slacking off during work hours and knew about Bi Fang’s hunting exploits from a few hours earlier.

The waiter stood in the lobby, passionately recounting the scene he had witnessed at noon, leaving everyone around him shocked and in disbelief, completely oblivious to the increasingly dark expression on the face of his boss standing behind him.

But when Bi Fang looked over, the boss immediately put on a bright smile, lavishing praise on Bi Fang as a once-in-a-century warrior who, if he had lived in ancient times, would certainly have been recorded in history as a valiant hero.

The boss generously declared that all of Bi Fang’s expenses for the day would be on the house, resulting in cheers from the other customers as well, praising the boss as a hero, even though it was not they who were getting a free pass.

It seems heroes don’t cost much after all.

Bi Fang thought to himself.