Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

The headache seemed to have eased a bit today, but the writing was still unfinished...

I can only claim another spot to maintain perfect attendance, I'll finish the edits before dawn, just refresh this chapter, no need to pay again.

The newborn turn-horned antelope was covered in birth fluid, looking so emaciated it seemed to be all bones, its limbs like bamboo sticks, unable to even stand steadily.

It appeared that the turn-horned antelope that had just given birth felt no discomfort as it turned to lick its calf clean of the sticky liquid. This was on one hand to clean its offspring's body, and on the other to replenish its nutritional needs and speed up recovery.

This is perhaps a point where humans are inferior to animals in the wilderness.

A very significant trend in the evolution of humans is the increasing size of the head, while upright locomotion has led to the narrowing of the pelvis.

Not to mention choosing between increasing income or decreasing expenditure, this was about encountering difficulty in both, making humans arguably the most difficult birthers among all animals.

But for herbivores, they are at the relatively lower end of the food chain; predators are never far from where they live.

In the wild, there are substantial dangers, often requiring animals to seek food and avoid enemies shortly after giving birth.

In such situations, if childbirth causes immense pain, prolonged weakness, and even significant physical trauma to the mother, it would be extremely dangerous.

The coveting of these predators necessitates that the young of herbivores must be able to stand and run soon after birth. To be born with such physical capabilities, they need a lengthy development inside the womb, hence most herbivores have a gestation period of 7 to 13 months.

Thus, in comparison to these animals, human babies are essentially "premature".

Over time, mothers have also developed a quick recovery ability through the process of natural selection.

But no matter how quickly they recover and stand up, the opportunity before Bi Fang right now is a rare one.

A newborn turn-horned antelope and an adult that hadn't recovered its strength—Bi Fang didn't even need to ambush now; a direct charge seemed sufficient to catch the two creatures.

As the viewers in the livestream expressed:

[Such a great opportunity]

[Damn, he's not taking the shot?]

[Finally some big meat to eat!]

With such a perfect opportunity, no one thought Bi Fang would fail. Nearly everyone was fantasizing about the taste of turn-horned antelope as they eagerly awaited to hear from Master Fang.

However...

Bi Fang glanced at Harley, who was raring to go, and a sudden idea struck him.

Why not give Harley a try as well?

Indeed, making mistakes often teaches more than being taught, as it accumulates experience.

Of course, not all experiences are the same.

Not catching up is a learning experience, catching up but not killing is experience, and catching up, not killing, and not fighting are all forms of experience.

Chasing small animals, medium-sized animals, big animals, long-horned animals, armored animals—all are different from one another.

If one only repeatedly makes the same early mistakes, essentially nothing is learned. Only through complete practical experience can one gain truly valuable knowledge.

This time was different from the last hunt for the ostrich.

The calf aside, the mother who had just given birth wouldn't pose much of a challenge for Harley in terms of sheer strength.

Therefore, even if he failed, Harley could still learn quite a bit from the attempt.

When it came to teaching Harley how to hunt, Bi Fang was not very concerned.

The qualities of the feline species were clear: claws, sharp teeth—these tools would be mastered with time, provided they are exposed to a variety of experiences.

Bi Fang had no intention of backing down, though. This time, he planned to join forces with Harley.

His target had to change.

Initially, he wanted to hunt a pregnant turn-horned antelope, but now it seemed better to leave these two targets to Harley and go after other adult turn-horned antelopes himself.

In fact, Bi Fang wasn't too keen on this job; from a human moral standpoint, targeting a weak and pregnant group wasn't right.

A head-on challenge suited him better than taking advantage of others' weaknesses.

With that thought, Bi Fang no longer held back Harley's eagerness, instead allowing it to move with him, crawling toward the herd of turn-horned antelopes.

Bi Fang, hanging with branches and shrubs, almost blended into the surrounding environment, holding his spear in hand, silently inching closer.

Harley, on the other hand, was no fool, mimicking Bi Fang's actions, tucking in his limbs and lying on the ground, moving bit by bit like a spotted yellow caterpillar in the grass, tiny paws pressing against the ground.

Forty meters... Thirty meters.

As the distance grew closer, Bi Fang's breathing became deeper and quicker. Rapidly exchanging oxygen allowed him to unleash greater power in a short time.

The tense atmosphere also affected Bi Fang himself, causing unknown reactions in his powerful body.

His heart pounded like a drum, blood rushing fast, countless cells within, mitochondria silently bursting with high work efficiency. It was like a steam engine fueled with coal, flames burning fiercely.

The first time capturing such large and numerous prey stirred a different emotion in Harley as well. Its leopard eyes fixed on the turn-horned antelope, constantly moving, while closely following Bi Fang's actions, just a body length behind—a commendable effort.

Bi Fang opened his mouth, breathing in quickly and exhaling slowly. Even though his body was smeared with mud and earth, it didn't look filthy but rather added a wildness to him.

His bare forearms revealed muscles taut and twisting tightly, resembling intertwined steel cables, strong and powerful.

Bi Fang's sleeves were rolled up tightly to his upper arms, partly to allow for better movement and partly because direct contact with the air helped him to better perceive its flow.

The forearm is considered one of the sexiest parts of a man's body.

That might sound like quite the statement, but in many polls, this area consistently rates near the top, a clear testament to its appeal.

Bi Fang's robust physique lent an overall sense of stability to his image; just standing there, he exuded a strong sense of security. His well-developed muscles filled his forearms with masculine charm, enhancing his visual appeal and firmly capturing the audience's attention.

He moved closer again; by now, the distance had broken the thirty-meter mark.

If he were facing an individual organism, this distance would still be safe, but a group, with eyes all around, required extra caution.

For this reason, Bi Fang became even slower in his movements.

Harley was growing impatient and made a low, grumbling sound in his throat, only to be stopped by a glance from Bi Fang, who turned his head and glared at him. Harley then became quiet again, obediently crawling behind and continuing to move forward.

The audience, seeing this, held their breath in tension as if their own breathing could shatter the tranquil scene.

The newborn foal had already licked off the sticky film from its body, gradually stood firm on its feet, and started to walk with the assistance of its mother.

This smooth birth had relaxed the other Turn-horned Antelopes, and they had scattered around the water's edge, leisurely eating water grass, completely unaware of the slightly moving tall grass nearby.

As time ticked away by the second, Bi Fang dared not delay any longer, maintaining a not-too-slow pace to ensure that the group of Turn-horned Antelopes would not scatter and run elsewhere.

Fortunately, they were near a water source, and the lush, tall watergrass provided excellent cover for their sightlines. When the little Turn-horned Antelope had started running around the herd, Bi Fang had closed the distance to about twenty meters.

At this distance, he was incredibly close. Clutching the Spear in his hand, Bi Fang was quite confident that he could make his mark. He glanced back at Harley.

It seemed that Harley, sensing something from Bi Fang's gaze, slightly crouched down, ready to pounce, with muscles on his scapula twitching continuously.

Seeing this, Bi Fang no longer hesitated. His body, already primed for action, sprung off the ground like a released bowstring.

Harley, initiating even faster, reared up almost at the same instant that Bi Fang burst forth, advancing before him and slicing through the grassland like a streak of yellow lightning.

Grass debris whirled into the air, swirling in a dance.

Such a great disturbance naturally alerted the Turn-horned Antelopes. Merely at the sight of the approaching size, the herbivores instinctively scattered in panic. Their large bodies, over a meter tall, sprang from the grass with seemingly no inertia, fleeing toward the distance—from stillness to motion—incredibly swiftly.

But even they were not as fast as Bi Fang and the cheetah who had gotten the jump on them!

As the yellow lightning cleaved its way forth, Bi Fang harnessed all his strength through his waist, arms, and into the Spear. His whole body was like an extremely flexible bullwhip being cracked, supple yet resilient, and at the moment of maximum stored energy, he thrust the spearpoint from his hands.

Under tremendous force, the Spear turned into a blur and vanished from Bi Fang's grip, slicing through the air with a piercing whistle and overtaking the pursuing cheetah, flying towards the frightened Turn-horned Antelope.

Ultimate muscle control, ultimate balance, reflexes, energy burst...

Years of reinforcement had honed Bi Fang's spear-throwing accuracy to a terrifying extent; even at twenty meters, he had absolute confidence in hitting a moving Turn-horned Antelope!

The sharp, wooden Spear, even without a Flint Stone tip, was harder than flesh and blood, and due to its uniformity, it flew steadier and more accurately than an ordinary spear!

The spear in flight was faster than any of the animals present, and it struck its target almost before the largest turn-horned antelope could leap beyond a five-meter radius!

With the dual enhancement of speed and mass, the sharp wooden spearhead sliced into the flesh like a heated steel knife through butter.

The viewers' pupils constricted, scarcely able to believe what was unfolding before their eyes.

The entire spear pierced through the oblique back of the turn-horned antelope, emerging from the belly, shredding the entrails and running straight through the two hundred-pound behemoth!

Scalding hot blood gushed from the wound, startling all the other turn-horned antelopes.

As their lead companion was abruptly impaled by the unexpected weapon, the rest of the turn-horned antelopes, which had been sprinting in the same direction, immediately changed course, fleeing elsewhere in utter confusion.

Trapped between a water source in front and Bi Fang at the rear, the turn-horned antelopes, already needing to make a right angle to escape, once again changed direction—providing Harley the perfect opportunity to attack!

If Harley couldn't catch up when the target changed direction twice in panic, it would be a disgrace to Master Fang.

Harley did not disappoint Master Fang, spurred on by the vivid memory of witnessing a mother antelope give birth, it charged straight at the mother that had just delivered.

With fate, terrain, and humans in alignment, a twenty-meter distance was like being spoon-fed—Bi Fang couldn't fathom Harley losing now.

Indeed, Harley did not let Bi Fang down, leaping in bounds, and pounced onto the turn-horned antelope, clawing into its flesh, clinging deathly tight, while instinctively trying to rip at the prey's throat.

During these days, whenever dealing with mammals, Bi Fang would perform "throat cutting and bleeding" for Harley to observe. After several demonstrations, Harley cleverly grasped this vulnerability, employing the technique successfully on its first hunt.

It was a pity that the first attempt to bite down missed, as the turn-horned antelope deftly evaded.

But weakened by maintaining a pregnancy for over ten months, and having lost much nutrition, where could the turn-horned antelope run? Fear acted as a catalyst, and under the cheetah's assault, it stumbled and fell to the ground, presenting Harley with an excellent opportunity.

Harley quickly advanced, opening its jaws to bite down on the turn-horned antelope's neck, clamping down on its windpipe.

The thick sound of gasps came from the turn-horned antelope, merging with the breaths of the cheetah, as if forming a unique signaling language.

Seeing this, Bi Fang quickly approached, chose not to get closer, but stood a few meters away watching Harley's actions, assisting in preventing the prey's escape.

Whether due to extreme exhaustion, the downed quarry continued to struggle frantically, at times nearly lifting the cheetah entirely off the ground, the most dangerous moment being when it flung Harley off and scrambled a few meters across the ground. Fortunately, Harley rose again, re-biting the neck.

This was another disadvantage for the cheetah, having a small head and thus a small mouth, lacking muscle strength and biting force to sever the neck in one go, but it had to kill the prey by suffocation, which was much less efficient and often took several minutes to result in death, risking many accidents.

Both parties were depleting their energy, but fortunately, fear accelerated energy consumption, as did bleeding. The struggle of the turn-horned antelope diminished more and more, and after nearly five minutes, only its legs could still twitch, incapable of standing up any longer.

Only then did the cheetah release its grip, panting heavily, and even turned to look at Bi Fang as if waiting for something.

Bi Fang was not stingy with his praise, stepped forward, and patted Harley on the head.

"Well done."

The cheetah lifted its head, matching the strokes of Master Fang's palm.

It was as though the audience had only just caught up with the scene, plunging the live broadcast into a tumultuous wave of excitement.