Chapter 534 Primitive Hunting!
Bifang exhaled slowly.
The black bear fell to the ground, its pupils fixed on Bifang, and the final silence also concealed the most ferocious attack. Bifang understood this principle, and before the wolves pounced on the deer fetching water, the two sides often looked at each other quietly.
To put it in a more common way, it is a trapped beast fighting hard.
There were six holes on its body, one injured its internal organs, and five almost all injured its bones. If it was in winter or even autumn when food was scarce, the black bear would have been doomed to die. At this time, Bifang should have turned around and ran away.
Even in the spring and summer when food is abundant, black bears are very likely to die from wound infections.
Bifang kept taking deep breaths to increase the oxygen content in his blood, trying to increase his reaction speed to its peak.
From the charge to the brief separation, he almost held his breath. The sudden calm made his brain a little dizzy.
Both sides temporarily stopped attacking to give the audience a chance to catch their breath, and the sudden lack of oxygen made millions of viewers realize it.
It turned out that I had been holding my breath.
Looking up, the popularity value in the upper left corner had already doubled. Within a few minutes, Bifang's live broadcast room was hit by a huge wave of traffic.
Langya’s staff have long been accustomed to this and are skilled in mobilizing servers to ensure that no user experiences any lag.
The Japanese side's Takeshi Goda grinned to the point where he was about to laugh out loud, but when he came to his senses, he was filled with deep worry.
Bifang's performance was too outrageous. How dare it confront the bear head on?
By noon of the next day, Bifang was no longer the second hunter to hunt a black bear, but he was definitely the hunter who brought the greatest shock to people during the hunt.
Traps, long-range attacks, fighting and retreating, consuming physical strength, and finally finishing off the enemy, all of them are like this, and the spear in the hand is the last resort.
Afterwards, Bifang actually went straight for the black bear when he encountered it. His spear and blade were not the last resort, but a bayonet for the charge!
Turning to look at the other staff members, their eyes were already dull and they were mumbling.
“That’s amazing.”
“It’s really amazing.”
“Is this something a human can do?”
In the picture, Bifang is standing in the sun with a slightly flushed face. Not only that, almost all the exposed skin has turned pink, as if he is drunk.
The blood in the body is pumped into the blood vessels and even the capillaries at an extremely fast speed to maximize the transmission of oxygen and provide power.
The results that usually only occur after strenuous exercise now appear in just a few minutes of confrontation.
This shows how intense this brief conflict was.
Sweat gushed out of every pore of his body. His shirt was completely wet and covered with brown mud. Bifang felt like he had just run a marathon on the track, but with a refreshing feeling.
Every cell is awake, excitedly squeezing out strength.
Bifang stretched his chest slightly, letting the sweat gather into small streams and flow down the gaps between his muscles.
The sweaty back and the muscular arms tightly grasped the spear. Every line of his body curled and stretched, containing amazing power.
Blood was flowing from the black bear's mouth and nose. It was amazed at the strength of the creature in front of it. In its memory, it had no natural enemies, but now it encountered an incredible scene.
The two sides faced each other quietly.
During the brief interval, the audience, who had been holding back for a long time, were finally able to speak.
[Fuck, I'm so nervous]
[Lao Fang is too brave. There is no need to fight so hard... I am scared]
[I'm already on oxygen in the hospital. It's too stimulating. My little heart can't take it.]
[I have asked my roommate to watch CPR videos, just in case he suddenly has a stroke.]
[The fat guy who will have a six-pack sooner or later will be gifted a yacht to the anchor*1.0——Brother is really strong, this black bear is heavier than me]
[The light boat has passed through thousands of mountains and presented the anchor with a spaceship*1. ——It was so exciting that it made my nose bleed. 】
The seemingly safe confrontation actually contained deadly murderous intent.
The black bear has countless chances to fail, but Bifang only has one.
An adult male black bear that is 1.6 meters tall weighs more than 300 kilograms!
With one palm strike, a tree trunk with a diameter of less than six centimeters would almost certainly not be broken.
Sweat flows and gathers into streams.
Blood overflowed and gathered into a puddle.
Bifang slowly exhaled a breath, held the spear across his body, tensed all his muscles, and concentrated his strength on one point.
The black bear's roar echoed throughout the forest, and the forest birds flew away in fright.
Bifang gripped the spear tightly and rushed forward. In an instant, something long lost returned to him again.
Life returned to his body, his blood was full, and his voice was as powerful as a dragon.
The spear itself also roared, not a metallic sound, but a sharp whistle that pierced the air, as if it could pierce a person's eardrum.
One man and one bear, one big and one small, one black and one white.
Two extremely powerful and intimidating figures collided with each other, and the smell of blood spread in the woods and could be smelled from a long distance away.
This is a fight between wild beasts.
Bifang left everything to instinct and seemed to be able to dodge all attacks. However, each stab seemed to follow the guidance of fate and landed on the black bear, with the steel cutting through the flesh and bursting into blood.
After all, the black bear is not as smart as humans. Its hesitation and confrontation turned into flowing blood. The longer it waited, the weaker and slower it became.
It thought it was a halftime break, a brief confrontation, but it was actually the hunter's determination to disperse his prey.
The flint fragments stuck between muscles and bones were like a screwdriver stuck in a gear, making the machine turn more and more difficult and move more and more slowly.
The sky was covered with bloody storm.
Millions of spectators hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of miles away once again held their breath, quietly waiting for the outcome of the fight.
No one has ever taken on a black bear alone using primitive tools.
Maybe, but it has never been presented to the public in a live broadcast like today.
Man and black bear, spear and claw.
It's like a miracle.
That is the way modern humans spy on hunting in primitive society. No, it is even stronger than that. Even the warriors and strong men among primitive humans cannot hunt and harvest as accurately as Bifang, and they cannot be as calm as a precise watch.
He can accurately predict every move of the black bear and precisely detect every weakness, like a time traveler who can see into the future.
Rolling on the ground again and again, stabbing with the spear again and again, every creature has its weaknesses, and the black bear is the same. Lack of mobility is the key to victory.
Bifang and the black bear are like two dancers dancing cheek to cheek.
Unfortunately, the two dancers were not friendly. One had sharp teeth and claws, and the other held a blade. Every time they got close, what was splashed was not flowers and cheers, but a lot of blood and minced meat.
I don’t know how much time has passed without any breathing, and time seems to have become an immeasurable unit.
The fighting was long, as if it lasted for thousands of years.
It also seemed so short, everything happened in an instant.
The spear penetrated the original wound accurately and pierced the heart.
The huge black figure fell down, and the body weighing three hundred pounds fell to the ground, no longer raising any dust, because all the dust was covered with blood, firmly stuck to the ground, turning into a blood swamp.
The rubber sole left the ground, leaving a bloody footprint. Bifang pulled out his slippery spear and kicked the short spear on the black bear's body, kicking it hard into the body and piercing its internal organs, but the black bear was already unable to move at this time.
Bifang stood in the sun, his chest heaving violently, his hair all wet with sweat and sticking to his face, the sweat from his palms slowly dripped down the spear and hit the soles of his feet.
Someone shuddered.
Bifang stretched out his hand and pushed his hair back, leaving bloody patterns on it, like an evil ghost crawling out of the blood river in hell.
Before he knew it, his hands were already covered in blood.
Bear blood.
The shirt was torn, revealing his bare back.
Sweat and blood flowed over his clearly textured back like rivers of blood. The blood rivers shone continuously in the sun as his muscles rose and fell, as if they were really flowing and were about to break away from his skin and wash onto the earth.
The blood drops on the hair dripped down, forming a blood flower on the ground .
“Huh~~”
Bifang breathed a sigh of relief.
Apart from training, I haven't felt exhausted for a long time.
A faint white smoke was rising from his body, and every muscle in his body was groaning, like a racing car that urgently needed to stop and rest after a race, the car engine was emitting scorching heat.
With this breath of relief, the audience inexplicably relaxed their tense nerves, and then felt a sense of absurdity.
A black bear that was 1.6 meters long and weighed more than 300 kilograms, just disappeared like that?
Is it a little absurd, a little unbelievable?
A human miracle?
A human miracle!
Different from any group hunting, long-range attack, close-range finishing blow, real one-on-one, close-range spear hunting of adult male black bears!
His experience far exceeds that of the other thirty-four hunters.
In terms of strength and skills, he also surpassed them. Even the way he dealt with the black bear was simpler, more brutal and more shocking!
No matter who the final winner is, Bifang has left a mark that no one can ignore.
A hundred kilometers away, in a trap, two ghost hunters cheered as they looked at a black bear pierced by a spear, and two drones circled and took close-up photos.
The ghost hunter who was expecting compliments and surprise from the audience waited for a long time, but there were very few comments from the audience, and the few that were left even asked the audience to go to Bifang's personal live broadcast room.
What's going on?
Not just two ghost hunters.
The three-person team from Ugly Country has hunted their second black bear, and surprisingly found that there are not many people watching this time!
In Japan's official live broadcast room, countless viewers flocked to Bifang's live broadcast room.
Gotada Takeshi originally wanted to use other hunters' videos to divert Bifang's traffic, but the current situation made it impossible for him to continue issuing orders. He could only helplessly switch all other channels to Bifang's perspective. Only in this way could he barely retain the audience.
With the support of local Japanese audiences and viewers from all over the world, the number of viewers in Bifang's live broadcast room has once again reached a new peak.
Sixteen million!
Yes, it has increased several times!
Several Japanese TV stations broadcast the event, with nearly 10 million viewers contributing from local Japanese. This is a rare opportunity.
If this hunting season was not held in Japan, Bifang would never have been able to attract so many Japanese audiences. It would have been very good to have one-tenth of them.
China and the rest of the world also contributed nearly eight million viewers, bringing the number of viewers in Bifang's live broadcast room to an unprecedented level!
