The short spear, a ter in length, pierced through the bear hide, firmly stabbing into the brown bear’s body, fresh blood gushing down the shaft, soaking the fur, turning the already deep brown hairs completely black.
The fierce sun blazed like a furnace, rapidly clotting the blood into chunks, but the blood inside the skin didn’t stop flowing; in fact, it speeded up towards the heart due to the violent movent.
The heart, nearly the size of a human head, pulsated violently, circulating blood throughout the brown bear’s body like a sixteen-cylinder engine at full throttle, providing ample power.
Only now, the gasoline in the tank was mixed with water, and before long, the whole truck would start to smoke.
In the woods, the ground trembled slightly as Bi Fang hurdled over the bushes, running non-stop downhill, silently counting down in his heart, praying for the poison to take effect quickly.
Hemlock toxin and banded krait venom were both deadly poisons. By normal reason, the brown bear should have shown so reaction within three minutes.
But this bear, with its fur and a layer of fat that was at least ten centiters thick even in sumr,
What did that an?
If you tried to stab it with a dagger, more than eighty percent of the dagger would be buried in the layer of fat, not touching any vital blood vessels, muscles or internal organs.
For the brown bear, having a dagger inserted or pulled out of its body was akin to a human getting an IV – just a montary sting, with no impact on fighting power. In other words, even with a hundred stings from a little dagger, the bear would still be at full health.
The most desperate part was that this creature ran faster than humans, could climb trees, could swim, had extrely fast reactions, could hit fish leaping out of the water, and probably could break large stones with its whole body’s hard kung fu.
Fortunately, being in the jungle, Bi Fang was able to run, relying on the complex terrain and the energy the brown bear had previously expended.
The drone raced past, filming from multiple angles with no dead spots – from the diagonal side, directly above, directly in front, and directly behind. The brown bear ca close to capturing Bi Fang ti and again but was repeatedly thwarted by large trees or shifts in the slope. Bi Fang dove into the most complex terrains, thrilling the Shuiyou with excitent.
[Lord Mu sent a gift to the host: 66 Yachts — Tough as nails, truly a divine deer of the east!]
[Licking Duck’s Moon Reflection sent a gift to the host: 666 atballs — Charge, start the charge!]
Boom.
A golden banner floated out.
[Congratulations to Bo ngzhe for becoming the Emperor of Master Fang’s live broadcast room.]
[666, another big shot, I’m envious]
[Damn!!!]
Bi Fang was almost sticking out his tongue, but now was not the ti to stop and catch his breath, as his opponent was a customs official who could take direct gunfire without issue. It was uncertain whether all three darts had penetrated the fat layer.
Hefty trudging footsteps approached rapidly from behind, and a low growl echoed in his mind, sounding as though an evil spirit was drooling over him.
Bi Fang charged up a small hill, tore through the bushes, and plumted downwards as the ground gave way. Countless fallen leaves were dragged down with him as his body instinctively curled up, rolled, and finally landed steadily.
A heavy thud fell behind him, the ground shook slightly, the trudging ceased, turning into growls instead.
Clutching the spear in hand, Bi Fang turned around and swiftly leaped backward, increasing the distance once more.
The brown bear following Bi Fang down the slope suddenly weakened in its paws and tumbled to the ground, shaking its head, sowhat dizzy.
Bi Fang’s chest heaved dramatically; he dared not be careless.
Hemlock toxin and banded krait venom both had paralytic effects on the nerves. The symptoms should resemble an inability to control one’s body.
The poison had finally taken effect.
A small slope of four ters was nothing for a tough brown bear that asured two ters and thirty centiters in length. The beast swayed and struggled to stand; Bi Fang continued to retreat.
The water-diluted engine was already smoking; it was just a matter of ti until it blew.
The standing brown bear shook its dizzy head, apparently still unclear about what was happening.
[Damn, it can still stand up]
[How is this possible, so resistant?]
[It weighs several hundred pounds, after all, it’s not the sa as a human]
Bi Fang gripped the spear in his hand tightly, not daring to be careless, "The toxin has just started to take effect. To have the Brown Bear unable to stand up, we’ll still need to wait at least half a minute to a minute."
The Brown Bear took a tumble mainly because a slight paralysis made its feet give way, which was far from being completely immobilized.
At this mont, its brain, which was comparable in size to a yoga ball, also realized that it was the creature in front of it that had caused these symptoms. With a roar, the bear shook off the spear still stuck in its body and charged at Bi Fang.
Bi Fang had no intention of facing the onslaught head-on and urgently dodged the Brown Bear’s charge.
The scales of victory were already tipping in his favor; there was no need to add complications.
It seed thrilling and dangerous, but actually, after a few charges, more than half a minute had passed. The toxin had spread throughout the Brown Bear’s body, and with its last sprint, it toppled over onto the ground, gasping for air, unable to stand up again.
Bi Fang didn’t dare to approach rashly. From fifteen ters away, he shot two more darts, also poisoned, but the Brown Bear showed no reaction.
It seed the opponent was truly completely paralyzed and no longer had any strength to resist.
"Don’t be fooled by its bulky appearance; Brown Bears are much smarter than you think. Or rather, no Predator is stupid. When it cos to Hunting, they are more cunning than the average person. We don’t need to be in a hurry; we can just wait it out. The toxin won’t be neutralized just because it’s been in the system for a long ti."
While saying this, Bi Fang walked to a nearby wall and leaned against it. He didn’t sit, in case the creature suddenly lashed out, so he could still take action.
But at a distance of twenty ters, it’s doubtful the Brown Bear could do anything even if it did lash out.
[The Hunter is overly cautious]
As it turned out, caution was warranted. In less than thirty seconds, the Brown Bear, which had just been struggling on the ground, suddenly stood up, startling the Shuiyou. In the end, it didn’t even get close to Bi Fang before collapsing on the ground once again.
This ti, it was truly at the end of its rope.
The Shuiyou who had just comnted on being overly cautious promptly gave their 666s.
Who could have thought a bear could play dead better than a human?
"Never underestimate the intelligence of wild animals."
Bi Fang, holding the spear, ca to the side of the Brown Bear and noticed it was still glaring with eyes as big as fists, still showing unwillingness. Seeing this, Bi Fang thrust the spear into the bear’s abdon, using a lot of effort to penetrate the thick fur and tough muscles, directly damaging the heart and killing it.
No matter how tough it is, the heart and the brain are fatal weaknesses.
Once the heart was pierced, the light gradually faded from the Brown Bear’s eyes, and it could no longer let out a roar.
At the mont of death, the Shuiyou in the live stream let out a collective sigh of relief.
It had not been easy.
The sun was scorching, and Bi Fang was drenched in sweat, leaning on the spear, he realized he was soaked through with perspiration.
In the eyes of the audience in the live stream, everything seed very simple—it was just about launching the poison spear and then a desperate flight.
But to the experts, it was not so simple; this was the expenditure of ntal energy.
The timing, the physical demands, the control of the terrain, the understanding of the animal’s habits—all these required extrely high standards.
Especially when fleeing, identifying advantageous terrain in a critical mont is not sothing ordinary people can accomplish, particularly when falling down slopes and dodging during the Brown Bear’s charges.
Tanaka and Okuyama looked at each other, wide-eyed.
They both felt such reaction speed was almost unbelievable.
"But, it’s finally done."
Struggling with such a top Predator, you can’t relax for even a second. A single misstep could be disastrous, with no place even to cry.
All the effort was worth it. Bi Fang pressed the program team’s positioning button with joy.
A Brown Bear over two ters tall, how many Points would it bring?
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