Chapter 533 One Year of Growth
A huge roar sounded in the woods.
Large branches were broken and the sound of scraping was endless.
There was no doubt that it was an angry black bear rushing towards here at an astonishing speed.
Run! !
In the brief moment of surprise, a scream exploded in everyone's mind.
run?
Bifang didn't have this option in his mind at all. An adult black bear could charge at a speed of 40 kilometers per hour, so humans couldn't escape at all.
Black bears are solitary animals with a strong sense of territory, and are deadly hostile and aggressive towards animals that enter their territory.
What’s more…
I came here just to find it!
He inserted the spear into the mud, knelt on one knee, concentrated his strength, pushed the ground with his foot, and rushed up diagonally, stepping on the dust with one foot. His broad chest stretched out instantly, and he held the javelin in his right hand, and his whole body was stretched out like a bull horn bow.
The power rose from the ground, spread throughout the body like water, and finally reached the upper arms.
A young tree as thick as a forearm was knocked down directly. With a deafening roar, a huge black bear with a body length of nearly 1.6 meters rushed out from the bushes and landed heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust and surging and exploding like an earth dragon.
The audience screamed in shock, their bodies reacted instinctively, their thighs trembling, their pupils shrinking, and they felt restless and uneasy.
Under the high-definition camera, every hair on the black bear's body stood up, swaying with the flow of muscles, and each hair exuded a bloody smell.
Under the thick fur are extremely strong muscles and bones. The muscles move like flowing water, driving the movement of the whole body, which is enough to make people tremble deeply.
But what greeted it was not a big meal, but only a sharp spear!
As the dark shadow approached, the black bear subconsciously stopped, piling up mud on the ground, and its long mane fluttered.
But when thrown at close range, the javelin is as heavy and powerful as an iron arrow shot out from a crossbow, hitting the black bear directly in the face!
The flint-tipped dart shattered the black bear's facial bones with ease, bringing out a puff of blood, and then penetrated its shoulder, splashing flesh and bone fragments. The blood quickly evaporated under the high temperature, and the humid air was filled with the smell of blood.
Holy crap!!!
At this moment, the audience minds were blank, and only surprise remained.
The dart is so powerful?!
Is it that the dart is too powerful or that the old man is too strong? Or is it both?
This was not the first time that Bifang had used a spear. He had used it once in Mohe. However, it was a group fight at that time, and the wolves' defense was far inferior to that of black bears. They were almost all pierced through by the spear and nailed to the ground.
A javelin is enough to kill a ferocious wolf!
In fact, even a wooden dart can easily penetrate a metal car hood when used by an adult male!
Indian javelins could defeat Spanish guns and cannons , and could also lead to the extinction of large and ferocious beasts such as mammoths.
The demise of the mammoth was destined the moment the javelin appeared in the long river of history!
The power contained in the dart hit the black bear, like molten steel bringing heat and pain to every corner of the body.
roar!!!
The crazy roar of the beast scared everyone back to reality.
Yes, the black bear is not dead yet. This little injury has only brought it pain and greater anger, and is far from posing a fatal crisis to it.
Black bears fear humans far more than humans fear them, so black bears generally stay away from humans. But if they were just driven away just now, now it’s a fight to the death!
Since the black bear appeared from thirty meters away, the distance between the two sides has been less than twenty meters.
The black bear, enraged by the pain, charged again, but was greeted by a barrage of darts.
Bifang prepared five javelins, each with a flint tip.
Flint is a stone that is harder and sharper than bone. It can easily break through the fur and embed into the muscles and bones. The blood continues to flow through the broken wounds, soaking the black hair into a plate-like shape. Each blow can make the black bear retreat temporarily.
The black bear roared and charged, spears flying rapidly again and again.
This is a competition of speed and reaction. The more spears Bifang can throw, the greater advantage he will have in the next battle!
At a distance of twenty meters, with Bifang's current ability, there is no need to aim. With his arms outstretched, chest broad, back straight, power flowing like water, he is like a javelin thrower in a classical sports game.
One dart after another was shot out in one go, and the black bear was suppressed by the swift attack and could not move forward.
By the time all five darts had been fired into the air, the distance between the two sides had not even narrowed to within ten meters.
The short spears stuck in the black bear's body looked like a pierced hedgehog, with blood flowing into the blood pit.
The darts in his hand had already gone empty. The first one hit the black bear's face, causing severe damage to half of its cheek. Its shoulder was also hit closely afterwards. The remaining four all pierced into the black bear's body, firmly embedded in its body, and could not be shaken off at all.
Summer is not the season for black bears to store fat. They have just woken up from hibernation for a long time, and their fat cannot be said to be the thinnest at this time of the year, but it is completely incomparable to autumn!
The stone was deeply embedded in the black bear's muscles and bones, and it could no longer feel any pain.
Animals have a much higher tolerance for pain than humans, and they also secrete pain-relieving hormones when they are seriously injured.
No blood could be seen in the dark pupils, but the audience could clearly feel the madness contained in the beast's eyes.
As if realizing that Bifang's darts had been used up, the black bear roared again, its yellow teeth like iron hooks covered with saliva, and it charged towards Bifang like a tank.
Escape?
The audience once again raised questions in their hearts.
At this time, the black bear covered with spears charged forward, blood flowing along its hair onto the ground, rolling into dusty blood beads. Its severely injured appearance not only did not reduce the audience's fear, but instead added to the bloodiness and horror!
Bifang lowered his body and pulled out the spear from the mud.
Dirt flew along the silver spine of the spear, and the sharp blade cut through the air, picking out a full moon from the sky and aiming at the charging black bear.
Standing with spear in hand, he began to run.
No retreat, no escape, only charge!
Bifang, who had been accumulating strength for a long time, pushed the ground with all his strength, leaving an inch-deep footprint on the ground. His movements were like a galloping horse, and even more like a sharp arrow.
Once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back.
The audience was shocked by the momentum of Bifang's charge. The two commentators in the live broadcast room had long forgotten their duties as they had never seen such a shocking scene.
There is actually someone who dares to hold a spear and charge towards the most ferocious predator on the planet!
Is he crazy or just extremely arrogant?
The fastest running speed and unreserved offensive momentum are the keys to Bifang's fearlessness. A distance of ten meters and a charge against each other only happen in the blink of an eye.
Are you crazy to want to compete with a black bear in strength?
Bifang's brain was not damaged, so at the moment of the collision, he suddenly kicked sideways and rolled over, holding the spear, and under the influence of inertia, he rolled two meters away!
Dust covered its entire body. When Bifang and the black bear passed by each other, it was too late for the huge beast to turn around.
The black bear runs as fast as the wind and is very agile, but its agility comes from the flexibility of the palm wind, and its speed comes from the speed of charging in a straight line. Its huge body brings greater inertia.
In other words, not enough mobility!
Bifang stood up quickly and stabbed the black bear's side and abdomen with his silver spear. The tough and sharp steel blade pierced into the black bear's abdomen effortlessly, leaving a huge wound.
The black bear turned around in pain again, and Bifang rolled in the same direction, and the two of them circled like Tai Chi.
Bifang held the spear handle tightly, and the spear was inserted into the black bear's body. He relied on this little strength to support himself, and his wrist kept turning, moving forward step by step, determined to destroy the black bear's internal organs with one blow and cause fatal damage.
As if realizing its own stupidity, the black bear stood up suddenly and slapped its hands behind it.
With his wild beast intuition, Bifang could clearly feel the black bear's huge paw whizzing towards him less than a foot behind his vest. He didn't look, but his instinct made him turn sideways in time. The sharp claws brushed past his back and seemed to have touched his clothes.
A hunter in the forbidden area, a traveler in the wilderness.
Bifang is no longer the man who would risk his life if he encountered a black bear.
He is a hunter, a hunter like no other.
His sense of smell is comparable to that of a wild wolf, his hunting instinct is equal to that of a tiger, and he can even use the water molecules in the air to sense the opponent's actions one step ahead!
The wolf king's sense of smell, the beast's intuition, and biological perception.
This is the harvest from one adventure after another, from the first live broadcast encounter with a black bear to the arrival of hunting season, which completely completed the transformation from offense to defense.
In terms of experience and skills, Bifang is a master hunter.
In terms of physique and talent, Bifang is also among the best in the world.
Among the thirty-five hunters, no one is younger, stronger, or more talented than him!
The audience was already dumbfounded. Standing from a God's perspective, they saw Bifang in danger again and again, but he was able to escape perfectly every time.
He was like a dancer standing on the edge of a knife. This was not a fight at all, but a tiger fighting an antelope, a hunt of the strong against the weak!
Bifang brushed past the bear's paw, suddenly pulled out his spear, flipped his arm, and swung the long pole, with a tearing sound, accurately and powerfully hitting the black bear 's nose. The black bear opened its mouth in pain and let out a weak roar.
The black bear, hit by five darts and with flint still stuck between its muscles and bones, was already seriously injured.
Bifang did not continue the attack, but retreated quickly.
