The puffin, basking leisurely on the snow and enjoying the sunlight, was suddenly startled. Just as it was about to spread its wings and flee, the rciless shovel had already descended.
There were both big and small puffins, and Bi Fang naturally targeted the fattest one.
After all, as a species between penguins and normal birds, even though they can fly, their take-off is actually slower than that of regular birds by a beat, and given their large size, it's slower by two beats.
This group of puffins had seen humans before, but they had never seen a reaction speed as fast as 50ms.
Bi Fang had been hungry for a long ti, and although he had eaten a lot yesterday, it wasn't easy to recover his status in an instant; but no matter how difficult, it couldn't withstand his terrifying foundation, which was definitely three tis faster than an ordinary person.
The iron shovel, fashioned from a dagger, whistled through the air, making a sharp screech, and almost at the mont the fattest puffin was about to open its wings, it had already descended upon its head, smashing down fiercely.
Red snowflakes scattered across the snow, as the dagger cut straight through the puffin's body. Seeing that his strike was successful, Bi Fang didn't show any delight, because the other puffins hadn't managed to take off yet!
Bi Fang imdiately grabbed the tree stick at his waist, turned around, and swung the "shovel" in a semicircle.
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Benefiting from his various acquired skills, Bi Fang, with an extrely smooth posture, swatted down a second puffin that was just a dozen or so centiters off the ground.
It even made a crisp clanging sound.
With one hit and one flick, he caught two puffins on the spot, but by the ti the third one ca along, Bi Fang was powerless because all the other puffins were already in the air, out of his attack range.
Having captured two puffins, Bi Fang finally had ti to show his delight. He happily picked up the two bloody puffins from the ground and exclaid, "So fat! Feels almost as big as an old hen."
Audience: "..."
Fast, way too fast.
Millions of viewers had almost failed to grasp exactly what had happened.
In less than two seconds, Bi Fang had already taken down two puffins. It was as if he had rehearsed it countless tis beforehand, but everyone knew that was impossible.
The puffin's takeoff speed is indeed a beat slower than that of normal birds, but to ordinary people, it still looks almost the sa, falling within the range of not being able to see clearly or catch.
But Bi Fang managed to kill two in an instant!
The first one might be explained away, as he had predetermined its location and struck it down in a swift motion, but what about the second one?
It was already off the ground!
The iron shovel in Bi Fang's hand even managed to round a curve for an imdiate hit; ordinary people couldn't even see it clearly, yet Bi Fang hit his target with pinpoint accuracy.
Whether it's reaction speed or dynamic vision, it all seed sowhat terrifying to the audience, especially considering Bi Fang's own subpar status.
[Chang Wei! And you said you don't know martial arts!]
[As soon as I went in, I saw Master Fang beating puffins.]
[Aweso, capital A aweso, with such skills, it's a waste not to box.]
[How brazen, demon! Reveal your true form!]
"How did he do that? Luck?"
Vazili took a heavy drag on his cigarette, consuming a third of it instantly.
It must be said that among Bi Fang's multitude of fans, so were not ordinary people, such as Vazili, a professional boxer with an extrely high stature worldwide.
His footwork was elegant and agile, his offenses and defenses comprehensive, with both speed and defense regarded as world-class. On the offensive end, he was more coherent and aggressive than the Black Sea Boxing King, and he took the initiative more actively, fighting in a more aggressive manner. He was a boxing prodigy, hailed as the fastest boxer in history.
A short while ago, the most authoritative social dia in the boxing world—World Boxing News—released the latest P4P rankings, and Vazili, was ranked second.
He had created a brand-new technical system, which shattered people's inherent understanding of boxing and was known as black technology.
However, at this mont, Vazili was at the lowest point of his life, imrsed in deep depression, because he had unexpectedly lost to the young fighter Teofimo Lopez in the undisputed lightweight championship more than two months ago.
Since then, Vazili had fallen from his pedestal, and there was a lot of speculation; so called it the depletion of his talent, while others believed that the real reason for his defeat was his shoulder injury.
But no matter what, he had lost.
Vazili was very clear about this, and the defeat had caused him to enter an unusual state of decay, so much so that during the day, instead of training, he was watching a live broadcast rather than taking the ti to watch an edited version.
Vazili was a fan of Bi Fang, but not an obsessive fan; he just found Wilderness Survivalist extrely interesting. Among all those who did Wilderness Survivalist, whether it was live or recorded, there was no doubt that Bi Fang was the most impressive of them all.
Specialization is key, he was a boxing champion in boxing, just an ordinary viewer in Wilderness Survivalist.
However, what caught Vazili's attention at that mont were Bi Fang's movents.
Fast, incredibly fast.
Even being hailed as the fastest boxer in history, Vazili had to admit that Bi Fang's movents, in terms of both continuity and reaction, were astonishingly swift.
Could he do the sa?
Having been defeated by a youngster recently, Vazili was no longer the high-spirited boxing champion he used to be, and he began to doubt himself.
He knew that Bi Fang was also very strong in fighting, but he had not expected his physical condition to be so exceptional; if Bi Fang could enter the boxing world, he would certainly make a great na for himself.
Enter the boxing world...
Vazili paused, then stared intently at the large screen after a mont.
After quickly cleaning two puffins, Bi Fang stuffed them into his backpack. Combined, the two puffins weighed almost ten pounds—a substantial amount, considering a single great auk.
"Didn't expect to co across a catch just by heading out in the morning; looks like I'm quite lucky today."
Bi Fang put away his shovel and looked around nearby to see if the puffins had laid any eggs.
"Puffins may be very capable, but they're not all-powerful when it cos to building nests. None of the puffin species build nests, they either have to rest out in the open or occupy the nests of other animals."
"Even if female puffins are about to lay eggs, they won't prepare a nest for their offspring, instead laying their eggs in the open air to incubate them."
"Furthermore, puffins may be strong, but their adaptability to their environnt is quite average. Marine pollution and changes in their living environnt can lead to the death of puffins, which is why they're listed as vulnerable in the international Red Book. So, the birth rate of puffins is quite low, and chick mortality is a frequent occurrence."
[Vulnerable, does that an they're a protected species?]
[No, it's not the sa concept. Just because a species is listed as vulnerable doesn't an they're few in number, but it ans there are factors threatening their population.]
[If a teorite were about to hit the Earth right now, humans would also be 'vulnerable' (dog's head), because there are threatening factors.]
"Alright, none here."
Bi Fang searched the snowy ground for a long ti without finding a single egg, it seems like the puffins had rely thrown a party here.
"Although these two puffins are quite fatty, our plan must continue; they alone aren't enough to get us through the winter."
"Most Inuit people start consciously gathering food from sumr, or even spring, until the end of fall. We're still far behind; we need to hunt more than twenty kilograms of food each day at least to get through the winter."
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