Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Chapter 306: Preventing Theft

Giant

It was indeed that very brown bear from before!

The audience couldn’t be mistaken, such a massive body could only belong to the giant brown bear!

Mugalen’s palm clenched suddenly, unable to accept the scene before him, his hard-earned prey had fallen into the jaws of a beast!

The brown bear that was happily eating suddenly twitched its nose, as if a different smell had intruded, ruining its delightful feast. Sniffing around, it turned its head towards Mugalen behind it.

Less than twenty meters away.

Mugalen could even smell the stench from the brown bear’s gaping mouth, thick blood trailing from the corners, wetting its fur, clumping together.

Plop.

A chunk of flesh fell through the gaps in its teeth, dropping into the mud.

The brown bear didn’t pick it up again; it just stared at Mugalen, quietly observing.

Mugalen did not look away either, locking eyes with it, his gaze filled with ferocity,

My God!

The audience was almost holding their breath. Why not escape while the brown bear was distracted with its meal? Why would he lock eyes with it? Wasn’t he afraid of provoking it?

They vividly remembered Master Fang saying that locking eyes with a bear could easily provoke it. Had Mugalen gone mad?

The sight of the brown bear gnawing on its prey, blood dripping, sent a frantic shiver through the audience. The immense pressure was like facing a ghost in a horror movie—cold sweat dripping silently.

The air seemed to grow thicker, and worse yet, the audience felt as if glue-like air was creeping into their respiratory tracts, resembling a soft, long tongue sliding down their windpipes into the lungs, bursting all the alveoli, filling their mouths with the taste of rust.

But Mugalen didn’t take a step back, his hand gripping the longbow trembling slightly, not out of fear, but anger.

It was not easy to catch a large prey that could solve his hunger and earn points, only to have his success stolen by a brown bear.

How about slaughtering it?

Killing a brown bear, even if he didn’t complete the crossing successfully, he should be first, right?

This thought startled Mugalen himself, but then it caught fire like dry kindling, growing stronger rather than receding.

He really wanted… to try.

Under the tense gaze of the audience, Mugalen’s thoughts raced, and when he refocused on the brown bear, he saw that it had lowered its head again, continuing to chew.

He definitely wanted to give it a try!

Looking at the moose with its entire abdominal cavity hollowed out, Mugalen immediately firmed his resolve.

The audience, seeing the brown bear didn’t care about Mugalen, breathed a sigh of relief, completely unaware of the determination Mugalen had just made.

They only felt relief that the brown bear had paid no further attention to them.

Thank goodness, that kind of oppressive feeling was truly terrifying, even scarier than a horror film.

At least with horror films you know they’re fake, but this was a live broadcast, the most real imagery, where in the next second real death and a bloody incident could occur.

Bi Fang also relaxed his spine, exhaling softly in relief that nothing had happened.

Mugalen had quite the guts, to take such a gamble under those circumstances, matching his own.

However, many in the audience were still puzzled. Shouldn’t a predator protect its food? Why didn’t the brown bear react at all when Mugalen glared at it? Was that reasonable?

“Actually, it’s reasonable. This has to do with the brown bear’s habitat and genetics. Brown bears are typical omnivores, they eat mammals as well as fruits.

When they are full and not hungry, their willingness to attack other creatures is very low, even lower than a domesticated dog, not to mention randomly attacking other creatures while eating,”

Clearly, Mugalen was aware of this, which is why he dared to stare straight at the brown bear. If it were two days ago, it would be a wonder if the bear did not pounce on him.

Regrettably, the moose was snatched away by the bear, an undeserved calamity.

“Similar incidents have occurred before, but it wasn’t between humans and brown bears, it was a tiger and a brown bear. That time a male tiger returned to his prey only to find a male brown bear, full and satisfied, sleeping soundly on the carcass of the deer it had hunted.

The male tiger thought to approach slowly for a surprise attack, but was noticed by the bear when it came within 15 meters.”

The ambush had failed, but the tiger still launched an attack, making five great leaps around the bear without success. The male bear was not afraid of it; standing up about 15 meters from the tiger, it rested its front paws on a fallen tree, assuming a stance ready for both offense and defense.

Ultimately, the male tiger gave up on reclaiming its prey, and the bear continued to feast.

[Ah, this is history repeating itself!]

[Old Fang really knows his stuff, how does he know about these things? Did he peek at the answers?]

[What a pity, though, isn’t this moose bigger than the one Bonuo caught?]

[Reindeer simply can’t compare to moose. I saw a moose during my last trip to Canada, and that guy was at least three meters tall, longer than two of me.]

[Two of you, brother, you must be a bit short.]

[But it’s still such a pity, such a big moose gone. Maybe we could wait for the Brown Bear to finish eating and then pick up the leftovers? That’s about all we can do now.]

As the audience and Bi Fang felt sorry for Mugalen, he himself did not think so; he instead saw this as a golden opportunity.

Many things become less difficult once you set your mind to them.

He had a hunting license; he was allowed to hunt Brown Bears, which was not a problem at all. However, this was his first time primitively hunting a Brown Bear, a tremendous challenge.

Then, what happened next not only shocked the audience, even Bi Fang was mildly surprised.

Mugalen didn’t leave; instead, he kept circling around the Brown Bear, seemingly closely observing the opponent.

Was he waiting for the Brown Bear to leave?

No, this behavior was definitely not that. What was he planning to do?

“Bear hunting,”

Mugalen explained calmly.

It must be said, Mugalen was a very talented man; he knew what to do to attract an audience. As soon as he spoke up, the viewers were stunned.

Hunting a bear?

How could that be possible?

This was an adversary even Master Fang would avoid if he encountered it!

After carefully observing the Brown Bear’s form, Mugalen slowly retreated into the jungle, began looking for long, straight, suitable timber, and used his Stone Knife to cut it into spears.

Tapping his head, Mugalen said, “To hunt a creature far stronger than yourself, you must use your brain. Understanding the habits, movements, and behaviors of these creatures is their vulnerability.

We are humans; what makes us much stronger than other animals is not physical strength or sharp claws, but our brains. We must use our brains to defeat them!”

“Make spears, lure the Brown Bear, entice it to attack. When the bear stands on its hind legs, as it lunges forward, stab it with a spear, like a bear trap. Bear hide is too thick for a normal person to inflict effective wounds, but what if we use the bear’s own strength? Make it kill itself!”

Is that possible?

The audience wondered.

Of course, it’s possible, even highly feasible.

Bi Fang nodded, “Many animals have a monotonous attack pattern, just like a one-trick pony. Why did the tiger fail the first two times but succeed on the third? It was because it was unfamiliar with the donkey’s attack pattern and got kicked, but by the third time, it saw through the donkey’s tactics and was prepared, leading to a successful hunt.

Tigers are the same; the limbs of tiger species are very strong, allowing them to leap high. For smaller prey, tigers tend to use their powerful forelimbs to knock down their prey, attacking it with their canine teeth.

In non-ambush situations, tigers also rely on their forelimbs to test, even when two tigers fight, they stand and punch each other with their forelimbs. Only when facing large prey, like a big, strong buffalo, will they jump on top of the prey, applying their weight to quickly subdue it.

Therefore, the widely circulated idea of a sliding tackle is impossible; tigers won’t jump up to offer such an opportunity. But knowing it will use a paw swipe, couldn’t we employ some tactics against it? Mugalen’s reasoning for tackling the Brown Bear is similar.”

Okay, the plan may be feasible, but another problem arises.

What should be used as bait?

“Me.”

Having finished carving the spear, Mugalen looked towards the drone.

“I am the bait.”

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