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Chapter 304: Chapter 301 Blood-Stained Battle Flag

“An eleven-year-old nomadic boy from Africa killed a lion with a spear and painted a totem on his face with the fresh blood of the male lion. An Indian boy slapped a brown bear and displayed the fearless ritual of an adult with its hide.”

“All these are real events, not fabrications. Human potential is far greater than you can imagine.”

“We’ll first distract the bear’s attention and then hunt it, 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, panting heavily. Despite his disheveled appearance, his eyes shone brightly underneath.

Long spears filled the area behind him, each as thick as an adult’s forearm and over two meters in length. It was hard to imagine such wooden spears piercing into the body of a bear, creating such a scene.

To even wield such a spear was difficult, let alone use it normally, but only with such strength could it avoid breaking and deliver a fatal blow to the brown bear.

That’s how bear traps work; you lure the bear so that it falls into a pit full of sharp spears, using the bear’s own weight to kill it.

The most vulnerable underbelly exposed to the sharp instruments, and the half-ton weight pressing down, there was no possible recovery. This was the best attack, and the most effective one.

Is it really useful?

Will the brown bear actually come?

The online friends worried and puzzled at the same time. After all, it was a brown bear, with a body length of 2.3 meters, standing over 3 meters tall, as high as two adults, capable of crushing a person to death just by its weight.

And you plan to hunt such a giant creature with primitive weapons?

“The chances are high,” Bi Fang was certain, judging from the bear’s previous behavior that it was not afraid of humans.

“Most animals are fairly unfamiliar with humans because we all live in cities and seldom appear in the wilderness.

At first, animals approach with caution, but those that have attacked humans once will know that humans can be attacked, and they’re much easier to hunt than other animals.”

“I suspect this brown bear has attacked humans before, that’s why it charged directly at Goulbin and his companion when it saw them.”

[Why didn’t Master Fang simply kill it at the time?]

[Yeah, I feel like if Mugalen can do it, surely Master Fang could too, right?]

[Plus one, Master Fang, forever the god! (Glow sticks waving frantically)]

“Why should I have killed it?”

Instead of answering, Bi Fang threw the question back at the audience.

He knew someone would ask this. Both faced with a brown bear, he chose to retreat, while Mugalen chose to hunt, naturally creating a contrast.

“Every hunt is risky, even if I wanted to kill it, I’d still be responsible for the contestants. I couldn’t just leave them and go head-to-head with the brown bear. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to overpower it without setting some traps first. Mugalen must’ve had the same idea. Look…”

Following Bi Fang’s direction, the audience’s attention once again gathered on Mugalen, who was on the move.

He circled around a hillside, and the huge brown bear appeared before everyone once more.

By then, the brown bear had finished eating and was sound asleep on top of the moose carcass, seemingly unworried about attracting other animals.

A perfectly normal behavior, being at the top of the food chain as a predator, it didn’t have to worry about attracting any animals, be it a pack of wolves or a mountain lion.

Seeing this, Mugalen was even more infuriated, but he remained cool-headed and didn’t let anger cloud his judgement; rushing in now would be suicide.

“Today, the brown bear stole my game and had a hearty meal. Even if it smelled the scent of blood, it’s unlikely to give chase, so I can set more traps and be ready to deal with it tomorrow.”

Mugalen wiped the sweat from his forehead and climbed down from the hillside.

He was unaware that this brown bear had previously attacked other contestants and had a strong propensity to attack humans. The bear could charge at any time if it was hungry, no matter who stood in front of it. But even if this hadn’t been the case, the plan was still sound. By tomorrow morning, the moose left out in the wild and muddy outdoors would be likely starting to decay, and with the presence of fresh blood, would the bear still fixate on the moose?

In the natural world, aside from humans, no species consistently eats on a schedule.

Driven by instinct, when a living being feels hunger, it wants to eat, but wanting to eat and actually eating are two different things, being hungry is one thing, being satisfied is another.

Wild animals eat whenever they have access to food. The so-called mealtime occurs as needed, a brown bear can eat one meal that lasts for several days, or it can eat several meals in one day, entirely depending on the situation.

With strong confidence, Mugalen began crafting traps, creating several short spears, and attaching them to a large rock…

The next day, while most participants were still sleeping, Bi Fang rose early and started the live broadcast.

[Good morning!]

[Here I am, front row seat, I’m the first!]

[Third!]

[Old Fang, what time is it there? We’re already having lunch here (dog’s head)]

[Add one, I had hotpot for lunch today, tripe, goose intestines, fatty beef, prawns in spicy pot, mmm, it was divine, jealous much?]

[Wori, I just had a simple boxed lunch at noon, listening to you makes me hungry, can’t you be a bit more humane?]

“So many people? Have you all been staying up? Oh, it should be the afternoon in China, right?”

Bi Fang was curious about the large number of viewers, only then realizing that because of the time difference, it was afternoon in China, a time when people are generally more free.

Without hesitation, she switched the camera over to Mugalen.

From yesterday’s bear encounter till now, Mugalen’s footage had taken up a whole eighty percent, of course, this was also why the audience liked watching him.

Going with nothing, using the most primitive methods to hunt brown bears—just including such a title would attract a large crowd, let alone the live broadcast.

Audiences around the globe were anticipating a miracle.

In the video, Mugalen was already awake early, he was no longer in a hurry to travel but instead repeated checks on his traps to ensure there were no issues.

He spent a full three hours yesterday setting up a single trap, solely hoping that it would work.

After ensuring the mechanism was flawless, Mugalen stepped out a few hundred meters, coming to a dead tree with a small trap perched atop.

“Ha, got something.”

Mugalen walked excitedly towards the cage, snatching the squirrel out and then tearing off a piece of cloth, he pressed the squirrel onto it and smashed it with a rock, causing blood to burst.

Red and white matter splattered onto the fabric, staining it with thick blood, while a fishy smell began to waft around.

Stringing the blood-soaked fabric onto a wooden spear, Mugalen jogged back to his spot, then lit a fire and placed the squirrel over it to roast.

He also stuck the spear with the fabric into the ground, so the smell of roasting meat and the stench of blood drifted far into the woods.

The fat dripped down the small body of the squirrel onto the charcoal below, sizzling, and in a matter of minutes, the aroma of cooked meat filled the air.

Mugalen took the squirrel meat off the fire, blew on it a few times, heedless of its heat, and ate the entire squirrel, leaving no remnants, not even the bones. However, the fragrance lingered for a long time, and that was enough.

After finishing the roast squirrel, he extinguished the fire and then stood in the woods with the blood-stained spear, making it as inviting as possible for the brown bear to approach.

The blood-stained cloth hung on the spearhead like a flag.

The silence in the woods was like death itself, sunlight piercing through the tree canopy to bathe the land in a beautiful golden light, and Mugalen stood in the morning mist, his heartbeat drumming like war drums, his pupils dilated, surveying his surroundings alertly.

The sound of snapping trees rang out, the whole mountain forest seemed to have just woken from a nap, the noise soft yet sharp, forceful and unstoppable.