The sky was drizzling, and the shoreline was bustling with people.
Although they couldn't join Bi Fang on his venture to the ocean, the island wasn't isolated from the world, and the tourists had learned about Bi Fang's movents through the live broadcast, waiting at the shore early on.
When the familiar silhouette of the boat appeared on the horizon, a ripple of excitent stirred the air.
"He's back, he's back, my God, his muscles look incredible!"
"Did you see that? It's a huge shark, at least a hundred kilograms!"
"Nonsense, I say it's at least two hundred kilograms!"
"Two hundred kilograms? I can't help you with that! You must be almost blind; go get your eyes checked!"
On the ocean, Bi Fang was sailing the wind, slowly approaching Anakena Beach on Easter Island.
As the boat touched sand, Bi Fang leaped onto the beach, pulling the bow and dragging the boat ashore before picking up a thick hemp rope from the ground, wrapping it over his shoulder, his feet sinking into the sand, his muscles tensing as the heavy boat gradually left the water.
The Beast Tooth Necklace naturally hung down his broad chest, the various teeth clinking crisply against each other, making them sound more like so precious stones rather than bones.
Rainwater gathered atop his muscles, trickling down along their contours.
The tourists on the shore whispered among themselves but dared not approach, afraid to disturb the scene before them. The closer they got, the more profound their amazent beca.
The over two-ter-long shark was hanging upside down from the mast, its blood mingling with the rainwater, its mouth full of sharp teeth agape, wordlessly conveying sothing.
The robust man hauled the rope, his rain-washed muscles interlocking like steel cables, his waist and abdon muscles undulating as though the shark was breathing, his movents dragging the boat, the Beast Tooth Necklace tinkling around his neck.
He was the very image of a mythical Hunting God!
"Click."
The flash lit up amid the rain, Bi Fang looked up, and a red-haired woman put down her cara, her face slightly flushed as she spoke, "I suppose you wouldn't mind, no one could resist capturing this."
"Then, please make look handso," Bi Fang said with a smile, turning back to look at the boat he had pulled ashore, letting go of the long rope and shouting to the crowd, "Hosley, did you bring the stuff?"
"Here it cos."
An old man with a white beard word his way out of the crowd, and the audience recognized him at once as the man who had spoken out when Bi Fang was checking out the palm trees.
It was unclear how the two had beco acquainted, but now Hosley pushed a large scale out from the crowd, joining Bi Fang in placing the shark on it to be weighed.
"Ninety-seven kilograms!" Hosley's white beard trembled with excitent as he shouted to the crowd, "A big one!"
A roar of excitent rose from the crowd.
"Incredible."
"So cool!"
"Let's take a picture together!"
[Envious, I want a picture too]
[How on earth does Old Fang train his muscles? I don't believe a human can develop muscles with such aesthetic beauty; even sculptures can't match it]
The presence of the Platinum Body was overpoweringly effective.
The effect presented was even superior to Greek sculptures, more harmonious.
After mingling with the crowd, Bi Fang brought the shark back to the resort, where he processed the entire shark in his cabin, skinning and deboning it.
An extrely strong and peculiar "odor" spread throughout the room, making Hosley, who had co over to help, frown: "My God, this is so stinky, even worse than my uncle's slly shoes, making feel like I'm standing in a toilet."
Bi Fang held a sharp knife in his hand, skillfully peeled back the shark skin, then cut off the shark at, and handed a rolling pin-like stick to him: "Crush all the at into mince."
"Mince?"
"Yes, that way it's easier for so of its peculiar sll and toxins to evaporate."
With that said, Bi Fang had already taken up the stick and started pounding the shark at, and Hosley couldn't tell if it was his imagination, but with every hit, the unpleasant odor in the air seed to intensify.
Was it truly evaporating?
Hosley was puzzled but did not stop his hands, following suit and pounding away. Soon, the house filled with the dull thudding sounds, creating a scene sowhat reminiscent of hand-beaten atballs.
The next day, the sun rose once again.
Bi Fang laid out a layer of palm leaves on the ground and then arranged the long strips of pressed shark at in a row, exposing them to the blazing sun to further remove any strange slls and toxins.
The shark at had undergone a simple curing process and a night of pressing to shape, so its form was now mostly set.
After entrusting Hosley to watch over it to prevent dogs on the island from snatching it away, Bi Fang set out to sea to catch fish again. Before noon, he returned with another small shark weighing forty kilograms and several big fish weighing around a dozen kilograms each.
All the shark was made into mince and dried into shark strips under the sun, while the big fish were smoked directly over the fire.
By noon of the fourteenth day, the sun-dried shark at, after being pressed, had beco tough and firm, and it already had barely any strange odor when slled. Bi Fang smoked it over the fire to completely remove any remaining moisture.
Both sun-drying and smoking were excellent thods to extend storage ti. To prevent moisture, Bi Fang had also gathered a lot of rubbish on the island—mostly plastic film—to neatly stack the shark at strips, then seal them and stow them inside Viking.
Nearly two hundred kilograms of at, after removing skins, heads, and bones and undergoing a simple dehydration treatnt, had its weight reduced by half.
But these one hundred kilograms of at, akin to compressed biscuits, were more than enough to last a month.
Bi Fang didn't wait for the fifteenth day but decided to set off early.
Dragging a cloth bag to the shore, Bi Fang neatly stacked all the at and tucked it into the front and rear of Viking, covering it with a layer of planks.
Inside the live broadcast room, the audience had already reached over six million early on and was still growing.
The crowd of tourists on the shore had reached a peak, with nearly all the nearby hotels fully booked. These exaggerated numbers all gathered at Anakena Beach, presenting a magnificent sight.
The weather was fair and sunny, and the noon sunlight ward the skin as Bi Fang took a long breath in front of the cara.
The familiar words slowly unfolded.
"Looking back at the course of human evolution, if our ancestors hadn't ventured and imagined, hadn't had the courage to innovate and the bravery to sacrifice, humans would not have used canoes to surf the seas, to explore the infinite mysteries across the ocean."
The usual opening was so familiar that almost everyone could recite the next line, but just when people thought they knew what was coming, Bi Fang took a turn.
"I've always said that, probably ten tis now, but I never thought that one day I would beco the person in the opening speech."
Bi Fang broke into a smile, then returned to his point.
"Humans are curious, giving rise to the impulse for adventure; humans adventure, igniting the torch of civilization."
"Adventure lies not only in the oceans and mountains, the deserts and swamps of nature, but also in the densely populated cities."
"I am Bi Fang, a professional outdoor explorer."
"Today, I'll take you to surf the seas in a canoe! To traverse the most extre uninhabited regions of the world!"
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