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Chapter 307: Chapter 304 Anti-Theft in Europe
“An African nomadic boy at the age of eleven killed a lion with a spear, using the fresh blood of the male lion to draw totems on his face. An Indian boy slapped a brown bear and used its hide to demonstrate a fearless adult ritual.
These events have all truly happened, not fabricated, and human potential is far greater than you can imagine.”
“We’ll first distract the bear’s attention, then hunt it down, no problem. If others can do it, so can I! If others can, I can too!
Today, I’m going to kill that beast.”
Mugalen climbed up a hillside, gasping for breath, his hair disheveled and his face dirty, but his eyes shone surprisingly bright.
Behind him were many spears, each as thick as an adult’s forearm and over two meters long, making it hard to imagine the scene of such wooden spears piercing into a bear’s body.
These spears were not just difficult to wield normally but even to swing, but only thus could they avoid breaking and deliver a fatal blow to the brown bear.
That’s how bear traps work, luring the bear and making it fall into a trap with sharp spears at the bottom, using the bear’s own weight to kill it.
The softest part of the belly exposed to the blades, a half-ton weight pressing down, there’s no possibility of recovery, this is the best and most effective attack.
Would it really work?
Would the brown bear come?
The Shuiyou were concerned and confused, after all, it was a brown bear, measuring up to two meters three in length, and standing over three meters tall, it was as tall as two adults and could crush a person with its weight alone.
Hunting such a giant creature with just primitive weapons?
“The chances are high.” Bi Fang was certain, knowing from the brown bear’s previous behavior that it did not fear humans.
“Most animals are quite unfamiliar with humans as a species because we live in cities and rarely appear in the wilderness.
At first, animals react with caution, but once they have attacked a human, they realize that humans can be hunted, and are much easier prey compared to other animals.”
“I suspect this brown bear has attacked humans before, which is why it charged directly at Goulbin and his partner.”
[Why didn’t Master Fang just kill it then?]
[Yeah, I feel like if Mugalen can do it, Master Fang should be able to as well, right?]
[Plus one, Master Fang, Master Fang, forever our god! (Glow sticks waving frantically)]
“Why should I have killed it?”
Instead of responding, Bi Fang posed the question back to the audience.
He knew someone would ask this; facing the same brown bear, he chose to retreat while Mugalen chose to hunt, naturally forming a contrast.
“Any hunting comes with risks, even if I wanted to kill it, I still have a responsibility to the contestants, I can’t just leave them behind and fight the brown bear, and besides, I couldn’t win a direct fight, at least not without setting some traps first. Mugalen must be thinking the same thing, look…”
Following Bi Fang’s indication, the Shuiyou’s gaze once again focused on the toiling Mugalen.
He rounded a hillside, and the huge brown bear reappeared before them.
Having finished its meal, the bear lay on top of the moose carcass, fast asleep, not in the least concerned about attracting other animals.
Such behavior was normal; it was a predator at the top of the food chain, not needing to worry about any animals, whether they were packs of wolves or mountain lions.
Seeing this, Mugalen couldn’t help but seethe, yet he remained calm, not letting anger cloud his judgment, charging in now would be akin to suicide.
“Today the brown bear has taken my prey for its feast, and even if it smells the blood, it’s unlikely to give chase, so I can set up even more traps and prepare to deal with it tomorrow.”
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mugalen climbed down the hillside.
He was unaware that this brown bear had also attacked other contestants and had a strong aggression towards humans; if it became hungry, it might charge at anything standing in front of it, but even without this incident, the plan was still viable. By tomorrow morning, the moose left out in the wilderness mud would likely start to rot, with fresh blood nearby, would it still cling to the moose?
In the natural world, aside from humans, no animals eat on a regular schedule.
Driven by instinct, when an organism feels hunger it wants to eat, but wanting to eat and managing to eat are two different things; being hungry is one thing, feeling satiated is another.
When wild animals eat depends on when they can obtain food. Meal times are based on demand—a brown bear might eat enough to last several days or might eat several meals in one day, depending entirely on the circumstances.
With strong confidence, Mugalen started making traps, crafting short spears, and tying them to a large rock…
The next day, while most of the contestants were still sleeping, Bi Fang got up early and started the live stream.
[Good morning!]
[I’m here, front row seat, I’m the first!]
[Third!]
[Old Fang, what time is it there? We are already having lunch over here (Dog’s head)]
[+1, I had hotpot for lunch today, tripe, goose intestines, marbled beef, prawns in a spicy pot, mmm, superb, jealous much?]
[Wori, I only had a lunch box at noon, I’m starving just listening to you, can’t you be a decent human being?]
“So many people? Did you all stay up late? Oh, it must be afternoon back home, right?”
Bi Fang was curious why there were so many viewers and then it dawned on him that due to the time difference, it was already afternoon back in China, a time when people were more likely to be free.
Without hesitation, he switched the view over to Mugalen.
Since encountering the bear yesterday, Mugalen’s feed had taken up a whole eighty percent of the broadcast time, and of course, that was also why the audience liked watching him.
Going without any gear and hunting brown bears using the most primitive methods—just having that title would attract a large audience, let alone a live stream.
Viewers from around the world were anticipating a miracle.
In the footage, Mugalen had woken up early. He was no longer in a hurry to travel but instead repeatedly checked his traps for any flaws.
He had spent three hours yesterday setting up a single trap, hoping it would work.
After making sure the mechanism was faultless, Mugalen walked a few hundred meters to a fallen dead tree where he had set up a small trap.
“Ha, got something.”
Mugalen excitedly approached the cage and caught a squirrel from within it. Then he tore off a piece of cloth, pressed the squirrel against it, and smashed it with a rock, splattering blood everywhere.
The mix of red and white sprayed onto the fabric, soaking it with thick blood, and a pungent smell began to drift away.
After skewering the bloody cloth on a wooden spear, Mugalen jogged back and started a fire, placing the squirrel over it to roast.
He also planted the spear with the fabric in the ground, and the scent of roasting meat mixed with the smell of blood wafted through the woods over a great distance.
The fat dripped down the small body of the squirrel, sizzling as it hit the charcoal. In just a few minutes, the aroma of cooked meat wafted out.
Mugalen took the squirrel meat, blew on it a few times, and, not minding the heat, ate the entire squirrel, leaving no bones or scraps behind. The lingering scent was enough.
After finishing the roasted squirrel, he extinguished the fire and stood in the woods with the bloody spear, trying his best to make a brown bear feel at ease approaching.
The blood-stained cloth hung from the spear like a flag.
The silence in the forest was like the stillness of death; the sunlight broke through the canopy, casting a beautiful golden hue on the ground. Mugalen stood in the morning mist, his heartbeat throbbing like a war drum, his pupils shrinking as he watched his surroundings with vigilance.
The sound of breaking branches arose, as if the entire forest, having just taken a nap, was slowly awakening. The noise was faint yet crisp, powerful and relentless.