Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 567 - 564: Tighten the Sails in Strong Wind, the Ultimate Victor Must Be Me!

The wild boar nibbling on tree fruit had long since lost its leisurely comfort upon smelling the bear scent in the air, and had taken off running, kicking up the leaves on the ground as it fled.

The boar was not large, about one meter in length, but though its limbs were short, its muscles were taut. It sprang forward abruptly, blurring into a shadowy figure.

The online audience’s mouths gaped in an "O" shape, no one expecting the unimpressive-looking boar to burst forth with such speed.

Unfortunately, the top speed of a Japanese wild boar is only about fifty kilometers per hour. The Brown Bear’s reaction wasn’t slow, even faster than most creatures in Nature; the moment it charged forward, the very earth seemed to tremble.

Hundreds of kilograms in mass crashed onto the ground. Even though the bear’s thickly padded paws provided significant cushioning, the dry earth still formed several indentations.

Muscles wrapped in dense fur pulled on the humerus bones. The bear had the advantage of striking first; the distance between the two rapidly closed as the Brown Bear aimed to use its powerful front paws to force the boar to a stop.

The audience held their breath, their pupils dilating and contracting with the Brown Bear’s movements.

This was the hunt of Nature’s top predator.

With the wind from its paws howling behind it, the boar dragged its slightly "petite" body to dodge, displaying an agility in its movements. Within a few seconds, the two had darted dozens of meters.

The Brown Bear didn’t have the endurance for sustained high-speed running—it surged forward and then weakened, its energy depleting quickly after the initial burst. If the boar could just avoid the bear’s initial charge, with their speeds being similar, it would have a chance to escape.

So, it kept pushing forward, desperate to run on.

Within the woods, the large and small figures crazily darted through the trees. Seeing this, the Black Bear that had been in a tree prepared to descend; but before it could stretch out a leg, a piercing scream frightened it back up.

The boar was struck on the behind by the Brown Bear’s paw, instantly turning flesh and blood into a blur.

The drone flew silently through the trees, recording everything in crystal clear detail; the sharp bear claws embedded in skin, tearing the muscle wide open.

The audience was dumbfounded as half of the boar’s rear end was sent flying, its bodily flesh crumbling beneath the bear’s paw like foam, leaving little more than shreds. What followed was an extensive pixelation.

"Is human skin as tough and thick as that of a boar?"

Everyone shivered, goosebumps spreading from head to toe.

Under such a ferocious attack, the boar limped badly, crying out pitifully. In the face of death, there was no difference between a wild boar and a pig waiting for the slaughter.

The fallen boar struggled to stand, desperately raising its head, trying to display its upward-curving tusks. It had developed these canines into weapons Bend over time.

But all of this meant nothing in the face of the bear’s paw—as the ordinary-sized Brown Bear struck with all its might, the force could reach a staggering 1600 kilograms.

That’s the weight of one ton.

One ton of weight pressing down hard on the head...

With the drone following close behind the Brown Bear, the tens of millions of viewers could almost hear the sound of the boar’s skull shattering, sending a chill down their spines.

The anticipated fight did not occur; the boar put up only a token resistance, no—it could hardly be called resistance, as it was effortlessly flipped onto the ground by the Brown Bear, smashing the boar’s lower body like bursting bubbles, and with a final swipe, crushing its head. After one last scream, all went silent.

Only the twitching hind legs represented that just a few seconds ago, there had been a living being.

The boar hadn’t even had a chance to use its sharp tusks before the Brown Bear easily ended its life.

But even if it had, it would’ve been useless, as it couldn’t penetrate the thick fur of the Brown Bear, let alone cause any harm.

The audience swallowed hard.

A one-meter-long boar, conservatively estimated to weigh over a hundred pounds, just crumbled like tofu; if you replaced it with a human of similar weight, what would the outcome be?

No, it would’ve been far worse.

Humans don’t have the thick skin of wild boars, they’re even more fragile than tofu.

Bi Fang also felt nervous, his palms starting to sweat incessantly. He was originally about sixty meters away from the brown bear, but since the bear had chased after something, the distance had increased to over a hundred meters. The dense trees in the forest blocked his view, and he could only observe through the drone.

Unfortunately, the clearer he saw, the more frightened he became.

Anyone who saw a colossal creature nearly twice the height of a person would feel intimidated.

In nature, besides tigers, no other animal willingly provokes a bear.

Their robust muscles place them at the very top of the food chain. Even if they aren’t very agile, their powerful limbs make up for many shortcomings.

However, fear is acceptable, as long as your hand doesn’t tremble when throwing the spear.

"Oh my ancestors, why did you have to provoke it when we agreed not to compete for first place?" Wang Yongbo, who hadn’t watched Bi Fang’s live streams for a while, took out a tissue to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, his stomach filled with an indescribable bitterness.

It had been a long time, and Wang Yongbo seemed to have gained more weight. Even the air conditioning in the room on a hot day couldn’t stop him from sweating; it was unclear whether it was due to heat or shock.

As the boss, Wang Yongbo was well aware of what Bi Fang was up to in Japan.

This guy, it’s like he can’t live with himself if he doesn’t do something big.

If it were him, now that he was so famous, he’d have long since settled at home to enjoy a lifetime of profits.

Alas.

Wang Yongbo sighed.

Perhaps that’s what dreams are all about, unlike his merchant’s pursuit of money, his dream was to make money, while others earned money in the process of pursuing their dreams.

Making money while standing.

Thinking about it, Wang Yongbo shook his head again. How many out of ten thousand people can make money while pursuing their dreams?

When a man lacks money, he’s like a spineless mollusk.

Life is a net, and most people can only be tightly bound by it, tighter and tighter until they end up confined in a small wooden box.

In the forest, the brown bear was viciously tearing apart the wild boar that had already lost all its breath.

Despite the distance of over a hundred meters, Bi Fang still dared not breathe too heavily: "Bears’ appetite is related to seasonal climate. If the climate is warm and hot, they eat less. In winter, they can consume 60, 70, or even 80 pounds of food a day, and some bears can eat a lot, consuming less in summer—maybe just over 40 pounds a day."

"One wild boar is enough for its consumption. However, brown bears are different from black bears; perhaps being higher up in the food chain gives brown bears a lot of confidence. Black bears are more timid and will actively flee when they see people."

"Brown bears are much more fierce and domineering in nature, especially when hunting, competing for other predators’ food, or during the mating season when male bears are more aggressive,"

As if to confirm Bi Fang’s theory, the immense brown bear gnawed a few bites at the boar on the ground, droplets of blood falling from its yellowed teeth.

It suddenly turned its head and looked up at the black bear in the tree, striding forward.

Bi Fang didn’t know what the black bear in the tree was feeling at that moment, but if it were him, there would definitely be a hint of panic.

The black bear wished the tree were taller, tall enough to climb straight to the sky, but unfortunately, the brown bear had already arrived at the base of the tree, standing up and scratching at the trunk.

The standing brown bear looked even more terrifying, at least one and a half times the height of a person, looking up was no exaggeration.

A bear’s claws aren’t sharp, but with a force exceeding ten thousand newtons, even the bluntest knife deserves the term "sharp". Chunks of bark and debris were stripped off.

[It’s on, the clam and crane fight has begun]

[My god, this is so awesome]

[This is intense, wait a sec, I gotta change my underwear before I keep watching the live stream]

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[Going to switch mine too]

Seeing the two bears fight, Bi Fang was not alarmed but delighted, thinking, Fight on, fight well.

If they really started fighting, Black Bear was doomed, but Brown Bear, after chasing the wild boar and killing Black Bear, would surely be exhausted. By then, he only needed to go up and thrust the poison spear a couple of times, then make a quick getaway.

Come back in ten minutes, and by that time he didn’t believe Brown Bear could hold up.

The tree Black Bear climbed was a kapok tree, not very tall, only about eight meters, bearing lots of round, small fruits.

"Kapok trees are typical tall trees, and the fruits known as kapok pods are highly nutritious and have a mild sweet taste. Black Bears like them very much, and they are also very popular in Japan, now between July and September, just the season when the fruits are ripe."

A tree that’s not tall can’t possibly be thick either.

As a result, the smaller Black Bear could climb it, but Brown Bear couldn’t. However, it wasn’t without a method. It kept ramming the kapok tree, shaking the whole tree violently, causing the Black Bear hiding above to nearly fall several times.

[Damn, no wonder Old Fang said before that climbing trees is useless, it really is]

[You climb up, and they’ll just pull you down]

[Totally in a passive state now]

If Black Bear with its claws can’t hold on, let alone a human.

Believing that climbing trees is useful when encountering a bear will only put you in a passive situation where you wait hungry up there, are likely to fall off, and can’t get down if you want to. Whether you’re passive or active, you’re done for.

Bi Fang saw this and was secretly pleased, hoping only that the conflict between the two would get even more intense: "Black Bears have a strong sense of territory, but Brown Bears not so much, possibly due to their larger size, often failing to catch up. Brown Bears might just want to drive Black Bears away, but if things get serious, they might kill the rival."

[These are both bears, though]

[Born from the same root, why the rush to fry each other]

[Bears actually kill their own kind?]

"Kingdom, phylum, class, order, family, genus, species - Black Bear and Brown Bear differ only in the smallest category, species. Yet it’s not uncommon for Brown Bears to eat Black Bears," stated Bi Fang as he applied more poison and took deep breaths to prepare.

"Last winter, someone captured footage in Canada of a Brown Bear preying on a Black Bear. There’s video evidence on B Island. In the den, there was a mother bear with three subadult Black Bears hidden deep in a cave."

"The mother bear tried to break free and escape, but one of the subadult Black Bears that ran first was caught and eaten alive by the Brown Bear, their shrieks agonizingly piercing. Thankfully, the mother bear and the other cubs managed to get away."

The screams of the cub being eaten alive were chilling, a desperate cry for its mother to come and save it.

But in the face of absolute power, the Black Bear mother could only choose to escape with the remaining cubs.

This is very normal behavior in Nature.

Someone even managed to record a Brown Bear eating wolf cubs, the bear digging into the wolf den and gobbling up the pups right in front of the mother wolf, who watched everything unfold with a clear view.

All animals have the instinct to protect their young, and even some seemingly gentle herbivores are willing to fight vicious carnivores to protect their offspring.

Yet, there are animals whose instinct to survive is apparently much stronger than their instinct to protect their young. When they see a Brown Bear attack their cubs, they only "watch coldly from the sidelines," helpless to do nothing but watch their own children being eaten by Brown Bears.

This phenomenon is most common in winter.

People can do anything when they’re hungry, let alone animals.

"The key thing is, Brown Bears eat their prey alive. If the prey is too weak and gets killed outright like that wild boar, that’s that. Otherwise, it’s a real torment for the prey... To my knowledge, there have been numerous cases of bear predation, cough cough, in the Sichuan area," said Bi Fang, too embarrassed to state it explicitly, but the implication was still chilling.

Chewing it alive!

[The pain has already started]

[So scary, Old Fang, come and hold me tight]

[What’s with that saying, "Bears are afraid of Russians"? It’s ridiculous; everything’s up in the air]

Bi Fang’s remarks triggered a barrage of comments.

All of them were filled with fear and horror.

Then there was Master Fang protecting...

[I know this one, stand up to confuse the Brown Bear, and when it charges at you, quickly dodge to the side. Brown Bears are fast in a straight line, but slow to turn, giving you a chance to quickly hit its head]

[If you repeat this several times, it can become dizzy and slow down. Finally, finish the fight with an elbow strike. People have different physiques; if you say you can’t beat it, that’s your problem]

[Master Fang: That’s right, it’s like that]

[I’m an old action game player. Twenty years ago, I did that when I was eighteen years old]

Accompanied by a rumble and a scream, the standoff between the Brown Bear and the Black Bear had come to an end as well.

The Black Bear plunged straight down from eight meters high, screaming in pain, contorting the faces of the Shuiyou watching.

Bears don’t practice Fall Protection; if it were a person, a fall from eight meters could be fatal, even a Black Bear’s thick hide wouldn’t make for a soft landing.

Having seen the Black Bear hit the ground, the Brown Bear didn’t hesitate to attack again, and the Black Bear could only struggle desperately.

Another bloody and brutal fight ensued.

Minutes later, the Brown Bear lifted its bloodied mouth and roared, sending the leaves in the forest fluttering down.

But just as the Brown Bear was about to reaffirm its dominant status, a sharp short spear sliced through the falling leaves, sending a whistling sound through the air as it flew toward the bear.

Bi Fang, who had been biding his time, finally made his move.

With no deviation, the long-awaited spear plunged directly into the Brown Bear’s flank.

The sharpened wooden spear, hardened by the fire, stabbed deep into the Brown Bear’s muscle layer.

The pain enraged the Brown Bear, causing it to roar, only to be met with a second short spear, then a third.

Before the fourth... there was no fourth. The porcupine-like Brown Bear refused to give the thief in front of it another chance, chasing furiously in rage.

Having been hit by three spears, Bi Fang turned tail and ran, with the Brown Bear relentlessly pursuing him, every step causing the fallen leaves to tremble slightly.

The large and small figures darted non-stop through the dense woods.

Although the distance between them seemed to be closing, Bi Fang was able to use the thick trees each time to gain distance again, always maintaining more than thirty meters between them, making viewers’ hearts race.

Feeling the blood and violence close behind him, there was a moment when Bi Fang felt he had the potential to outpace Bolt.

Just kidding, fight head-on with poison spears? That’s insane.

Bail out when the wind’s too strong!

As long as the poison takes effect, I’ll be the ultimate victor.