Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 570 - 567: One Incident After Another

"How many points?"

Bi Fang, with a stalk of reed in his mouth, cradled his spear and leaned against a tree, his gaze fixed intently on the scoring official. The reed in his mouth kept waving as if it was about to shoot out and stick into someone’s neck.

March was the best season to eat reed stalks, by July they were too hard and prickly to eat, they would make your nose bleed.

Ikeda marked off the score with trembling hands, large beads of sweat dropping from the temples. He felt as if there was a sharp blade hanging over his neck, its edge menacing.

"Is it that hot?"

Ikeda forced a smile, "No, not at all."

Bi Fang looked up at the sun. Although it was midsummer, he was under the shade of a tree, so it really shouldn’t be sweaty enough to soak through your shirt, right?

The young people nowadays really are becoming weaker.

"So, how many points?"

From the side, Chaki Shintaro shouted, "One hundred and nineteen centimeters!"

Ikeda’s heart skipped a beat. One nineteen, such a precise number!

Yet, as Bi Fang continued to inquire, he hastily calculated until his scalp tingled, hesitantly saying, "Seven, seven point four points?"

"You’re the scorekeeper, why are you asking me?" Bi Fang countered, feeling that the guy in front of him was awfully nervous.

Did he steal my points?

Eh, let it go. If it’s stolen, so be it.

Quibbling over a minute or two really wasn’t something in his nature to do.

What a hassle.

After confirmation, Bi Fang, who had already had ten point two points, gained another twenty-seven point seven points.

Totaling 37.2 points!

The hunting ranking board quickly updated, and the name that had slipped to seventh leapt up, reclaiming first place!

He pulled ahead of the second place, Sato, by nearly twenty points, with a margin of 19.7 points!

Twenty points, that’s the score of two adult black bears. If one couldn’t get as lucky as Bi Fang to encounter a brown bear or even a brown bear in hunting mode, it would normally take at least a week to catch up!

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[Thirty-five hunters, a hundred black bears, on average it’s not even three bears per person. If we go by an average of ten points per bear, Old Fang has already surpassed this average.]

[And he’s the first one to do it too, the second place only has nineteen points, which is roughly two black bears!]

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Once the scoring was done, Bi Fang certainly didn’t forget about the dead wild boar lying nearby—he picked up a bit of extra luck.

Speaking of which, there had been a lot of game these past couple of days. The sika deer from a few days back wasn’t even finished yet, stored in the freezer of a restaurant, and now there was another wild boar.

A bountiful harvest.

Inside the pub.

"Forty points? How can we catch up to that?"

Inside the restaurant, Tanaka and Okuyama were both stunned.

They considered themselves lucky, the two of them had hunted three bears, climbing to second... oh, now they were third.

For the span of five days, their efficiency was high, normally they would each have one by now.

But how could one person end up with four when it was one per person?

"Damn it! We’ve lost the entire Yamato nationality’s face!" The cup was slammed down on the table and Okuyama let out a growl as he picked up a nearby backpack and stormed out.

Now was not the time to rest; it was crucial to make up for lost time!

Over the next few days, the rankings kept changing time and again.

Dolphin Bay remained as usual, only the blood from that day had disappeared, and now every day, boats patrolled to check for any new groups of dolphins.

Finally, on the eighth day, a hunter was forced to withdraw due to an injury, not from a bear, but from another hunter’s trap.

A leg was pierced by a crossbow trap on the spot and nailed to the ground, rendering him immobile. The scene was extremely bloody at first, but eventually, staff arrived and carried him away on a stretcher.

Luckily, those who could come here were all experienced old hunters who knew a bit of first aid, so no serious issues arose.

The hunter who had set the trap also received a punishment, deducted two points, and slipped one rank for not having a conspicuous marker on the trap.

Coincidentally, the person who had points deducted was none other than Bosen.

What on earth was this old man up to?

Each day, Bi Fang had to deal not only with the night patrols but also be wary of this old scorpion lurking in the dark.

The audience was unaware of Bosen’s previous actions and felt that the old man was just unlucky; to lose two points just like that—he was losing money.

There went ten thousand bucks.

[This is ridiculous, stepping on it yourself, how could you blame someone else?]

[Supporting the old man, huh?]

"No, Bosen does have to bear some responsibility," Bi Fang shook his head.

"I’ve watched the replay. A normal hunter wouldn’t dig a trap in that kind of place because it’s not a game trail; putting it there is just relying on luck, and usually, no animals would pass by. It’s a waste of time."

"Plus, there were no obvious hidden marks around the trap, so that was why the other hunter stepped on it."

[Hidden marks? What’s that?]

[Signs? But wouldn’t animals notice them?]

The audience was somewhat confused.

Bi Fang shook his head: "Hunters are much like animals, they are very particular about their own territory. They usually only operate within their familiar areas. Hunters like me who run around the world are a minority."

"Back in the mountains, hunters had their own activity ranges to avoid accidentally hurting others. Near traps they set up, snare ropes, or hidden traps, they would make rather distinct signs that animals wouldn’t understand but hunters could recognize at a glance, like flattening a certain number of weeds, and so on."

The average person, being careless, lacks this awareness and might still fall for a trap even with hidden markers.

How could someone who had obtained a professional hunter’s license and could still hunt black bears using traditional methods possibly not know this?

Most hunters were already in their physical decline; they didn’t have the strong physique like Bi Fang did and almost all relied on traps.

It was just bad luck for a trap setter to get caught in the trap, but Bosen didn’t do anything at all, and he even made the trap exceptionally concealed.

What kind of person would take the trouble to create a trap in a completely useless place, aside from the fact it’s not on a game trail and without any hidden marks?

Using bamboo slats to make a flexible bamboo crossbow trap is a technique usually only used by good hunters to capture aggressive beasts. Sharpened wooden stakes are more common; bamboo slats are used when pressed for time.

A trap that can catch animals can also catch humans.

In Bi Fang’s eyes, Bosen’s actions were against the rules.

Even in North America, according to development, such logic should not be absent.

Unless...

In Bi Fang’s mind emerged the map of Honshu Island, and above the Kii Peninsula, there were several prefectures next to Wakayama Prefecture, but only six hunters were active near Wakayama Prefecture.

Bi Fang himself, counting Bosen and Mugalen, and this hunter who withdrew due to injury, as well as two other team hunters whom Bi Fang had not met and could barely remember the names of.

Only these six.

Bosen, could it have been deliberate?

Bi Fang was startled.

One day later.

As expected, an accident happened again, involving the two hunters Bi Fang had not yet met. This time it was even worse; they made a mistake and encountered an attack by more than two brown bears.

These were the second and third brown bears to appear since the start of the hunting season, and the two hunters were petrified upon seeing them.

The situation was so dire that even the viewers of Bi Fang’s live stream had all left.

In the blink of an eye, without any hesitation, the two hunters had only one thought.

Run!

Escape as far as possible.

The two turned and fled.

If the brown bears had been fighting each other, it would have been one thing, but unfortunately, the bears were only in a standoff. When they encountered the two intruders on their battlefield, they furiously gave chase.

The two hunters, not well acquainted, were simply teaming up because they both came from the Ugly Country. Faced with such peril, they each ran for their lives.

It was as if the two brown bears had a mutual understanding, with each bear chasing one hunter.

Tens of millions of viewers, sweating in the palms of their hands, watched as if it were a movie, helpless as the entire ordeal unfurled thirteen kilometers away from Bi Fang’s location.

They were two adult male brown bears, both roughly 2.3 meters in size, comparable to the one Bi Fang had encountered.

Perhaps even more so.

Because in the world of brown bears, battles are often between challengers and the reigning king, meaning one of them had to be the Bear King.

The size of brown bears ranges from 1.5 to 2.8 meters; however, due to the lower latitude of Japan, the size of the bears there usually does not exceed 2.4 meters.

This was not a movie, where Little Leo still had a musket; these two had nothing. Their only lifesaver was the alarm device.

After the incident, the Japanese Government was bewildered, dispatching the ever-ready guard teams and helicopters as swiftly as possible.

The viewers learned for the first time that not all humans are alike. Bi Fang’s ability to wrestle with a brown bear was not luck but strength, and he also had the assurance of waiting for the poison to take effect.

The two hunters weren’t bad; they fired their bullets at the moment the brown bear pounced.

After that, the live stream was cut.

[Reminder, you can breathe now]

[I’m a bit afraid, these two won’t be in trouble, right?]

[Hope the people are okay]

The comments were full of prayers.

The online friends finally understood what a brown bear meant to humans.

It’s a terrifying monster.

With such an incident, all the hunters lost their mood to continue. In less than three days, three hunters had accidents, effectively eliminating them.

Waiting until night, Bi Fang sat by the campfire, roasting wild boar meat, chewing laboriously, and just then he received a notification from the Japanese Government.

One was a medical examination report, the second was a statement about the live stream, and the third was about the identity of the two brown bears.

After carefully reading the first two, Bi Fang said to the audience, "Fortunately, there’s no life-threatening danger, only fractures, mostly in the limbs, and there are no disabling injuries. The live stream can continue, no problem there."

Hearing Bi Fang admit it himself, the Shuiyous all let out a sigh of relief before they started to discuss the day’s thrilling events.

It was terrifying.

And when you think about the life-or-death crises Bi Fang has encountered before, it’s even more fucking terrifying.

Bi Fang gnawed on the pork, his mood gloomy.

Anyone would be unhappy in such a situation, and now, in Wakayama Prefecture, only Bosen, Mugalen, and Bi Fang himself were left.

That old scruff had racked up twenty-three points and was now in third place.

While reading the third report, Bi Fang struggled to chew on wild boar meat. His jaw muscles were aching as if he were chewing on dried beef jerky.

The texture of this stuff was unbelievably coarse!

It was tough to cut and even tougher to chew! Without the godsend of a pressure cooker, dealing with wild boar meat was indeed challenging. Moreover, the wild boar hadn’t been castrated, and the foul odor was incredibly strong.

If it hadn’t been for his upgraded set of teeth, his mouth would have been filled with meat fibers now.

[These two are so unlucky, to have encountered something like this.]

[Old Fang encountered a brown bear killing a black bear, which was rough enough, but these two pure dimwits ran into a brown bear fighting another brown bear.]

[And they were in the midst of a standoff, how eight lifetimes of bad luck!]​

By this time, Bi Fang had also finished reading the third bulletin, and sure enough, one of them was the Bear King, which Japan had even given a specific name to, calling it Matsutaro.

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A name from an ancient and fairly well-known Japanese sumo wrestler.

This fellow had an astonishing body length of 2.47 meters, just over 2.4 and nearing 2.5 meters, which is quite rare in Japan.

As for the other bear, it clearly was the one who initiated the challenge to the brown bear.

[Ah, didn’t Old Fang say that brown bears don’t have a strong territorial consciousness? Why would they still fight?]​

Bi Fang shook his head, "It’s different, having a weak sense of territory doesn’t conflict with becoming the king of the group, monopolizing mating rights and food."

As long as you become the king, you can rightfully snatch away food, and if there’s resistance, it will be seen as a challenge.

"There is a vast difference between people, and the same is true among animals. The strength of a Bear King is often much greater than that of its type. Among the two people on hand, it was the one who encountered the Bear King that was the most unlucky, receiving a serious injury. When the helicopter arrived, it took a good fifteen shots."

"The other bear was taken down with just five shots. Even if I encountered it, it would be dicey; I’d likely get knocked down too."

"In fact, the fame of some animal kings can spread across the world, like the brown bear king Tuyuk of Katmai National Park in Alaska. Tuyuk reigned as the king of the Katmai region for over ten years. Thousands of brown bears lived in its habitat, all competing for the same food."

"But Bear King Tuyuk always managed to control the largest of several brown bear territories in the Katmai region and faced several challenges from other male bears over the years. The main goal was to seize the territory, secure mating rights, and compete for a unique food source—salmon. It wasn’t until it aged and was eventually dethroned and driven away."

"Another is the Peninsula Giant Bear King of Alaska—Carter. This guy was even more impressive, weighing over six hundred eighty kilograms at his peak and having a massive skeleton."

The researchers who discovered him were fascinated.

"I’ve never seen a bear with such an overwhelming presence. Other bears wouldn’t dare make any moves, such as trying to intimidate or challenge it. They just obediently left, or even turned tail and fled."

"There’s also Piro, the Brown Bear King of the Pyrenees Mountains. His reign lasted even longer, over twenty years, and he was incredibly tyrannical, with a strong possessive desire over female bears, especially liking to slaughter cubs, to such a severity that it affected the local brown bear population."​

Piro’s behavior was such that it was like a bear killing to the point of a species crisis.

"These guys are equivalent to the human King of Chu, Lü Fengxian, and the Western Hannibal—dominant figures with overwhelming control over regular bears."

Bi Fang’s tone revealed admiration.

Now he might be able to handle some ordinary bears, attack their weak points, but against such individuals, he would have no chance of winning.

They were on another level; maybe his double orange maxed-out Skill might stand a chance?

Or even higher?