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He finished making adjustnts at half past one.
"How many points?"
Bi Fang bit down on a straw needle, holding the spear and leaning against a tree, his eyes fixed intently on the scoring official. The straw needle in his mouth kept swaying as if it might shoot out any mont and stick into soone’s neck.
March was the proper season for eating straw needles; by July, they were no longer edible due to their hardened and prickly nature, which could cause nosebleeds if consud.
Ikeda ticked off sothing on the paper with trembling hands, large beads of sweat falling by his temples; he felt as though he was wearing a sharp blade around his neck, its edge threatening.
"Is it that hot?"
Ikeda forced a smile, "No, not at all."
Bi Fang looked up at the sun. Although it was the height of sumr, they were in the shade of the trees. Surely it wasn’t sweaty enough to warrant this reaction?
The youth of today are really becoming more fragile.
"So, how many points?"
Chaki Shintaro bellowed from the side, "One ter and nineteen!"
Ikeda’s heart skipped a beat. One-nine? What an unlikely number!
Yet Bi Fang was asking again and he quickly did the math, his scalp going numb before hesitantly responding, "Seven… seven point four points?"
"Why are you asking when you’re the scorekeeper?" Bi Fang retorted, he always felt like the guy in front of him was nervous about sothing.
Has he stolen my points?
Well, whatever, if he stole them, so be it.
Fussing over a minute or two wasn’t sothing in his character.
What a hassle.
After confirmation, Bi Fang, who already had ten point two points, earned another twenty-seven point seven points.
That made a total of 37.2 points!
The hunting leaderboard quickly updated and his na, which had dropped to seventh place, jumped up rapidly, returning him to the top spot!
He was now a considerable nineteen point seven points ahead of the second place, Sato—nearly twenty points!
Twenty points, which would equate to two adult black bears’ worth of points. Unless soone had the good fortune to encounter a brown bear, or even a brown bear in hunting mode like Bi Fang did, it would take at least a week to catch up under normal circumstances!
[Dayti Fireworks gifted the host Wolf Brush *100—dampen the spirits of little Japan!]
[Thirty-five hunters, one hundred black bears-really, that averages out to less than three per person. If we go by the average of ten points per bear, Old Fang has already surpassed this average.]
[And he’s the first one to do so; the second place only has nineteen points, which is roughly equivalent to two black bears!]
[Red Palms Stirring the Clear Waves gifted the host a yacht *1.]
[So many tycoons, looking for a leg up!!! Co check out my stream.]
After the scoring was finished, Bi Fang didn’t forget about the wild boar that lay dead beside him, seemingly a bonus.
Speaking of which, there were plenty of ga animals these past two days; he hadn’t even finished the sika deer at from a few days ago, which he stored in the freezer of a restaurant, and now there was this wild boar.
Quite a bountiful harvest.
Inside the izakaya,
"Forty points? How are we supposed to catch up?"
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In the restaurant, Tanaka and Okuyama were flabbergasted.
They too were lucky; together, the pairs had hunted down three bears, ranking them at second… oh, they were now third.
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Five days was quite efficient, normally now it should be one person per catch.
But at one person per catch, is there actually soone with four?
"Damn! We’re dishonoring the entire Yamato nationality!" The cup was slamd down on the table as Okuyama let out a low growl and picked up a nearby backpack to leave.
It wasn’t ti to rest now; they needed to make the most of every mont to catch up!
In the following several days, the rankings changed repeatedly.
Dolphin Bay remained the sa as always, only the blood from that day had vanished. Now there were boats patrolling every day, checking for new groups of dolphins.
Finally, on the eighth day, a hunter was eliminated due to an injury—but not from a bear. Instead, he fell victim to another hunter’s trap.
His thigh was pierced by a crossbow trap on the spot, pinning him to the ground, immobilized. The scene was gruesoly bloody for a ti until the staff mbers arrived and carried him off on a stretcher.
Luckily, those who ca here were seasoned hunters, more or less familiar with so first aid, so no serious issues arose.
The hunter who had set the trap also received a penalty: two points were deducted, and his ranking dropped one place, the reason being that the trap had not been clearly marked.
Ironically, the person who was penalized was none other than Bosen.
What on earth was this old man up to?
Every day, Bi Fang not only had to deal with the nightti patrols but also be wary of this old scorpion lurking in the shadows.
The audience didn’t know what Bosen had done before and just felt that the old man was sowhat unlucky. Just like that, two points—equivalent to money—were gone.
That’s ten thousand bucks gone.
[This is just too outrageous, stepping into it oneself, how can it be soone else’s fault?]
[Are they bullying an old man?]
"No, Bosen does bear so responsibility," Bi Fang shook his head.
"I’ve reviewed the footage. A normal hunter wouldn’t dig a trap in that kind of place, because it’s not an animal path. Putting it there is just a matter of luck; generally, no animal would pass by—it’s a waste of ti."
"Moreover, there were no clear stealth marks around the trap, which is why the hunter stepped into it."
[Stealth marks? What is that?]
[Signals? But wouldn’t that be detected by the animals?]
The audience was sowhat puzzled.
Bi Fang shook his head: "Hunters, like animals, take great care of their territory. They usually only move within familiar ranges, like myself traveling around the world is rare."
"In the past when in the mountains, hunters had their own zones to avoid misfiring at others. Near their own set traps, snares, or hidden traps, they would mark it with sothing quite noticeable. Animals don’t understand, but hunters see it clearly, like pressing down a fixed amount of underbrush and so on."
An average person is careless and wouldn’t normally be aware of this, and even if they made the stealth marks, they might still fall victim.
How could soone eligible for a Professional Hunter’s license, capable of hunting black bears using primitive thods, possibly not know this?
Most hunters were already experiencing a decline in physical fitness; they didn’t have the robust and powerful bodies like Bi Fang, and almost all of them relied on traps.
Bosen, who played with traps, fell for one—it only ans he didn’t do anything, and he even made the trap extrely concealed.
What kind of person would bother with setting up a trap in such a useless place, not only away from any animal paths, but also without leaving any stealth marks?
Using bamboo strips to make a spring-loaded bamboo crossbow trap is a technique typically used by good hunters to catch fierce beasts. However, sharpened wooden stakes are used more often. Bamboo strips are used when ti is short.
A trap can catch an animal, and it can also catch a person.
In Bi Fang’s eyes, Bosen’s actions were against the rules.
Even in North Arica, considering its developnt, this sort of principle shouldn’t be unknown.
Unless...
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Bi Fang’s mind conjured up the entire map of Honshu Island. Above the Kii Peninsula, besides Wakayama Prefecture, there were several other prefectures, but only six hunters were active near Wakayama Prefecture.
Bi Fang himself, including Bosen and Mugalen, this hunter who retired due to injury, and two other team hunters whom he had not yet t and whose nas Bi Fang could not quite rember.
Only these six.
Bosen, could it be intentional?
Bi Fang was suddenly startled.
One day later.
The accident indeed happened again. It was the two hunters whom he had not yet t. This ti it was worse, they made a mistake and encountered an attack by more than two brown bears.
These were the second and third brown bears that had appeared since the start of the hunting season. The hunters were petrified at the sight of them.
The situation was so urgent that all the viewers from Bi Fang’s live stream had left.
Almost the instant they ca face to face, the two n had no hesitation, with only one thought in mind.
Run!
Run as far as they could.
The two turned and fled.
If the brown bears had been fighting, it might have been different, but unfortunately, the two bears were only in a standoff. When they encountered the two intruders, they chased after them furiously.
The two n were not familiar with each other; they had tead up simply because they both ca from the Ugly Country. When disaster struck, each ran for his life.
It was as if the two brown bears had conspired together, with one bear chasing each man.
Tens of millions of viewers watched as if it were a movie, their palms sweaty with tension. The whole incident was happening just thirteen kiloters away from Bi Fang’s hilltop, and he was powerless to do anything about it.
These were two adult male brown bears, both about 2.3 ters in size, on par with the one Bi Fang had encountered.
Perhaps even exceeding it.
Because among brown bears, a struggle usually ant a challenger taking on the king, this ant that one of them could be the bear king.
The length of a brown bear ranges from 1.5 to 2.8 ters, but given the lower latitude of Japan, the size of the brown bears normally does not exceed 2.4 ters.
This was not a movie. Little Leo still had a musket, but these two n had none, their only lifesaver being an alarm device.
After the incident, the Japanese Governnt was bewildered and dispatched an always-ready guard team and helicopter at top speed.
The audience was seeing for the first ti that not all people were the sa; Bi Fang’s ability to escape the clutches of a brown bear was not due to luck, but to strength, and also the confidence of waiting for the toxin to take effect.
The two hunters were not bad; the mont the brown bear pounced, they fired their bullets.
After that, the live stream was cut off.
[Just a reminder, you can breathe]
[I’m kind of scared, I hope nothing happens to these two]
[I hope they’re okay]
The barrage was full of prayers.
The Shuiyou finally understood what a single brown bear ant for humans.
It was a terrifying beast.
With such an incident, none of the hunters were in the mood anymore. Within three days, three hunters had accidents; under such circumstances, they were destined to be eliminated.
By evening, Bi Fang sat beside the campfire, roasting wild boar at, struggling to chew when he received a notice from the Japanese Governnt.
One was a dical examination report, the second was a statent about the live stream, and the third concerned the identity of the two brown bears.
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Bi Fang carefully reviewed the first two reports and said to the audience, "It’s alright, there’s no life-threatening danger, just fractures, mostly on the limbs, and no debilitating injuries. The livestream can continue without any problems."
Relieved by Bi Fang’s own admission, Shuiyou all let out a sigh of relief and then began to chatter endlessly about the day’s adventures.
That was terrifying.
And thinking back on the life-and-death crises Bi Fang had faced before, it was even more damn frightening.
Bi Fang gnawed on pork, his mood gloomy.
Nobody could be happy in such a situation. Now in Wakayama Prefecture, only Bosen, Mugalen, and Bi Fang himself were left.
That old coot currently holds twenty-three points, ranking third.
While looking at the third report, Bi Fang struggled to bite into the wild boar at, his cheeks aching as if gnawing on jerky.
The texture of this thing was incredibly rough!
Hard to cut, even harder to chew! Without the magic of a pressure cooker, dealing with wild boar at is truly a challenge. And since the boar wasn’t castrated, the gay sll was especially intense.
Had it not been for a good set of teeth, there would be at stuck between every tooth by now.
[These two are so unlucky to have encountered such an incident.]
[Old Fang faced a brown bear killing a black bear, that was crude. These two pure lads, they t brown bear fighting brown bear.]
[And it was a standoff, cursed for eight generations.]
By then, Bi Fang had also finished reading the third notice. As expected, one of the bears was the Bear King, and Japan had even given it a special na called Matsutaro.
An ancient and fairly famous sumo wrestler in Japan.
This guy had an impressive body length of two ters forty-seven, exceeding two ters forty and close to two ters fifty, which is quite rare in Japan.
As for the other bear, obviously, it was challenging the brown bear.
[Ah, didn’t Old Fang say that brown bears don’t have strong territorial consciousness? Then why were they fighting?]
Bi Fang shook his head, "It’s different, having a weak territorial consciousness doesn’t conflict with becoming king of the group, monopolizing breeding rights and food."
As long as one becos king, one can rightfully steal food, and if resisted, it will be regarded as a challenge.
"The gap between people is great, and it’s the sa between animals. The strength of a bear king often far exceeds that of its own kind. Of the two injured, the one that t the bear king was the unluckiest, suffering severe injuries. When the helicopter arrived, it took more than a dozen shots."
"As for the other one, it took only five shots to handle. Even if I encountered it, it would be dicey, probably would have taken down too."
"Sotis the reputation of so animal kings spreads across the world, like the brown bear king Tuyuk of Katmai National Park in Alaska, reigning over the Katmai area for over 10 years. Its domain was ho to thousands of brown bears, all competing for the sa food source."
"But bear king Tuyuk always controlled the largest territory among several brown bear domains in Katmai and faced challenges from other male bears, mainly intending to take over the territory, gain breeding rights and compete for a unique food source—salmon. He was only driven away after he grew old and stepped down."
"Then there’s Carter, the Peninsula Giant Bear King of Alaska—this guy is even more powerful, at his peak, he weighed over six hundred and eighty kilograms, his skeletal fra massively large."
The research institutes that discovered him were fascinated.
"I have never seen a bear so domineering that other bears wouldn’t even dare to act, like trying to intimidate or challenge it. They simply left or turned tail to flee."
"There’s also Piro, the bear king of the Pyrenees Mountains. He reigned for an even longer period, over twenty years, and was extrely tyrannical, especially domineering towards female bears, fond of slaughtering cubs to such a degree that it affected the local brown bear population severely."
Piro’s actions were equivalent to a bear pushing its own species towards the brink of extinction.
"These guys are like the King of Chu, Lü Fengxian, Hannibal of the West to ordinary bears, they wield overwhelming power."
Admiration tinged Bi Fang’s voice.
Now he might be able to handle ordinary bears by exploiting weaknesses, but against the likes of these, there was no chance of victory.
It was a different level altogether. Perhaps full-level orange skills could give it a try?
Or even higher?
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