The black bear lay on the ground, its pupils staring closely at Bi Fang. The most ferocious offensive was hidden in the final silence. Bi Fang understood this truth. When the wolves pounced on the deer fetching water, the two sides often looked at each other quietly.
To use an easy-to-understand word, it is like a trapped beast still fighting.
There are six holes in its body, one of which damaged the internal organs, and five of which almost all damaged the bones. If it were winter or even autumn when food was scarce, the black bear would have been in a certain death situation. At this time, Bifang should turn around and run away.
Even in spring and summer when food is plentiful, black bears are very likely to die from wound infection.
Bi Fang continued to take deep breaths, increase blood oxygen levels, and strive to increase the reaction speed to the peak.
From the charge to the brief separation, he almost held his breath, and the sudden calmness made his brain feel dizzy.
Both sides temporarily suspended the attack to allow the audience to take a breather, and the sudden lack of oxygen made millions of viewers aware of it.
It turned out that I had been holding my breath.
When I looked up, I saw that the popularity value in the upper left corner had already doubled. Within a few minutes, Bifang's live broadcast room received a huge wave of traffic.
The staff of Langya have long been accustomed to it and are skilled in mobilizing servers to ensure that no user will experience any lag.
Takeda Takeda from the Japanese side grinned to the corners of his mouth and almost laughed out loud, but when he realized what he was doing, he felt deeply worried again.
Bi Fang's performance was too outrageous. How dare he confront a bear directly?
By noon the next day, Bi Fang was no longer the second hunter to hunt a black bear, but he was definitely the hunter who gave people the greatest shock during the hunt.
Traps, long-range attacks, retreating while fighting, stamina consumption, and final last-ditch attacks are all like this. The spear in your hand is the last resort.
Later, Bi Fang actually attacked the black bear directly after encountering it. His spear and blade were not the final protection, but the charging bayonet!
Turning to look at the other staff, their eyes were already dull and they were muttering.
"Amazing."
"It's really amazing."
"Is this something a human can do?"
In the picture, Bi Fang is standing under the sun, his face slightly red. Not only that, almost all the exposed skin has turned pink, as if he was drunk.
Blood in the body is pumped into blood vessels and even capillaries at extremely fast speeds to maximize the transmission of oxygen and provide power.
The results that usually only occur after strenuous exercise are now revealed in just a few minutes of confrontation.
This shows how intense this brief conflict was.
Sweat poured out of every pore on his body, and his shirt was completely soaked and stained with brown soil. Bifang felt as if he had just run a marathon on the track and field, but he felt a hearty and refreshing feeling.
Every cell is awakened, excitedly extracting power.
Bi Fang stretched his chest slightly, letting the sweat gather into small strands and flow down the gaps between the muscles.
His back was dripping with sweat, and his muscular arms were holding the spear tightly. Every line curled and stretched, containing amazing power.
Blood flowed from the black bear's mouth and nose. It was shocked by the power 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 off quietly.
In the brief interval, the audience, who had been holding back for a long time, could finally speak.
[Fuck, I’m going to be so nervous]
[Lao Fang is too brave, there is no need to fight so hard...I'm scared]
[I'm already in the hospital on oxygen, it's so exciting, my little heart can't stand it]
[I’m already letting my roommate watch CPR videos, just in case I suddenly have a cerebral infarction one day.]
[Sooner or later, the fat paper that masters the vest line will be given to the anchor's yacht*10--I'm really strong, this black bear is heavier than me]
[The boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains and was given to the host as a spaceship*1--it was so exciting that it made my nose bleed. 】
What seems like a near-miss confrontation actually contains deadly murderous intent.
Black Bear had countless chances to fail, but Bi Fang only had one chance.
An adult male black bear is 1.6 meters tall and weighs over 300 kilograms!
With one palm strike, it is almost impossible for a tree trunk less than six centimeters in diameter not to be broken.
Sweat flows and pools into strands.
Blood overflowed and pooled into puddles.
Bi Fang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, placed the spear in front of him, tensed his muscles, and concentrated his strength on one point.
The roar of the black bear echoed through the forest, and the forest birds flew away in fright.
Bi Fang held the spear tightly and rushed forward. In an instant, something that had been missing for a long time returned again.
Life returned to his body, his blood was full, and his majesty was like a dragon.
The spear itself roared, not a metallic roar, but a sharp whistle that pierced the air, as if it could pierce a person's eardrums.
One person and one bear, one big and one small, one black and one white.
Two extremely powerful and intimidating figures collided together. The smell of blood spread in the forest and could be smelled far away.
This is the fight of wild beasts.
Bi Fang left everything to his instincts, and seemed to be able to dodge all the attacks. However, every thrust fell on the black bear as if following the guidance of fate, the steel cutting through the flesh and blood, and breaking the blood beads.
After all, the black bear is not as smart as humans. Its hesitation and confrontation have turned into blood flowing out. The longer it waits, the weaker and slower it becomes.
What it thought was an intermission and a short confrontation was actually the hunter draining the spirit of his prey.
The flint fragments inserted into the muscles and bones were like screwdrivers stuck in the gears. The machine became increasingly difficult to rotate and its movements became slower and slower.
A bloody storm enveloped the sky.
Millions of spectators hundreds of miles away, thousands of miles away, once again held their breath, quietly waiting for the outcome of the fight.
No one has ever singled out a black bear using primitive tools.
Maybe, but it has never been shown to the public in a live broadcast like today.
Man and black bear, spear and claw.
Like a miracle.
That is the way for modern humans to spy on hunting in primitive society. No, it is stronger than that. Even the warriors and strong men among primitive humans cannot hunt and harvest as accurately as Bifang, and be as calm as a precision machine.
Run the watch.
He can accurately predict every movement of the black bear, and can accurately spy on every weakness, like a time traveler who has insight into the future.
Landing and rolling again and again, thrusting out spears again and again, every creature has its weaknesses, and so does the black bear, whose lack of mobility is the key to victory.
Bi Fang and Black Bear are like two dancers performing a side dance.
It's a pity that these two dancers are not friendly. One has sharp teeth and claws, and the other holds a sharp blade. Every time they get close, what they spill is not flowers and cheers, but a lot of blood and minced meat.
I don't know how much time passed without breathing, and time seemed to have become an immeasurable unit.
The fight lasted for a long time, like thousands of years.
It seems very short-lived, everything happens in an instant.
As the spear penetrated accurately from the original wound, it pierced the heart.
The huge black figure fell. The body weighing three hundred kilograms fell to the ground. It could no longer lift any dust, because all the dust was covered in blood and stuck to the ground firmly, turning into a blood swamp.
The rubber soles left the ground, leaving a bloody footprint. Bi Fang pulled out the slippery spear and kicked the short spear on the black bear, kicking it into the body and piercing the internal organs. But at this time, the black bear had already moved.
No.
Bi Fang stood in the sun, his chest heaving violently, his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his face, and the sweat from his palms slowly dripped along the spear and slapped on his feet.
Someone shivered.
Bi Fang reached out and wiped his hair back, leaving bloody patterns on it, like an evil ghost crawling out of the blood river in hell.
At some point, his hands were stained with blood.
Bear blood.
The top was torn, exposing his naked back.
Sweat and blood flowed over his clearly textured back, like rivers of blood. The rivers of blood shone in the sun as his muscles undulated, as if they were really flowing, about to break away from the skin and wash away to the earth.
Blood drops dripped from the tips of her hair, and a blood flower bloomed on the ground.
"Huh~~"
Bi Fang let out a long sigh of relief.
Apart from training, I haven't experienced the feeling of exhaustion for a long time.
Light white smoke is steaming on itself, and every muscle in the body is groaning, like a racing car that needs to stop for a rest after a quick run, and the car engine is emitting blazing heat.
With this breath of relief, the audience inexplicably relaxed their tense nerves, and then felt a sense of absurdity.
A black bear with a body length of 1.6 meters and a weight of more than 300 kilograms just disappeared?
Is it a little ridiculous or incredible?
Human miracle?
Human miracle!
Different from any group hunting, long-range attack, close range finishing, truly one-on-one, close range spear hunting of adult male black bears!
He is far more experienced than the other thirty-four hunters.
The strength and skills are also better than theirs, and even the way to deal with the black bear is simpler, more brutal, and more shocking!
No matter who the final winner is, Bifang has left a mark that no one can ignore.
Hundreds of kilometers away, in a trap, two ghost hunters cheered as they watched the black bear pierced by a short spear, while two drones circled to take a close-up shot.
Yougui Hunter, who was looking forward to the audience's compliments and shock, waited for a long time. There were only a few comments from the audience. The few remaining ones even asked the viewers to go to Bi Fang's personal live broadcast room.
what happened?
Not just two ghost hunters.
The three-person team from Chou Country had hunted their second black bear, and surprisingly found that no one was watching this time either!
In Japan's official live broadcast room, countless viewers flocked to Bifang's live broadcast room.
Takeda originally wanted to use other hunters' videos to distract Bi Fang's traffic, but the current situation made it impossible for him to continue to issue instructions. He had no choice but to switch all other channels to Bi Fang's perspective. Only in this way can he
See how to retain your audience.
With the support of local viewers in Japan 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 doubled several times!
Several TV stations in Japan broadcast it, with nearly 10 million traffic contributed by local Japanese. This is a rare opportunity.
If this hunting season were not in Japan, it would be absolutely impossible for Bi Fang to attract so many Japanese viewers. One-tenth would be very good.
China and the world also contributed nearly 8 million viewers, allowing Bifang's live broadcast room to reach an unprecedented number of viewers!