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"How many points?"

Bi Fang, with a thatch needle in his mouth, leaned on a spear cradled in his arms against a tree, fixing his gaze on the scoring official. The thatch needle in his mouth swayed back and forth as if it was about to shoot out and pierce someone’s neck.

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March is the season for eating thatch needles, but by July, they are too tough and prickly—eating them would cause nosebleeds.

Ikeda marked off checkboxes on paper with trembling hands, as large beads of sweat fell from beside his temples. He only felt as if a sharp blade hung over his neck, its edge menacingly close.

"Is it that hot?"

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

Bi Fang looked up at the sun. Although it was midsummer, they were in the shade of the trees—it shouldn’t be sweaty enough to soak through one’s back, right?

The young people these days seem to be getting weaker and weaker.

"So, how many points?"

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

Ikeda was startled. One nine, such a coincidental number!

Yet, with Bi Fang inquiring again on the other side, Ikeda quickly did the math, his scalp prickling with anxiety. Hesitantly, he said, "Seven... seven point four points?"

"You’re the scorer, so why are you asking me?" Bi Fang retorted, always feeling that the guy in front of him seemed nervously guilty.

Did he steal my points?

Ah, whatever. If they’re stolen, they’re stolen.

Quibbling over a minute or two is certainly not something within my character to do.

What a hassle.

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

Total 37.2 points!

The hunting leaderboard rapidly updated, and his name, which had slipped to seventh place, swiftly climbed, once again taking the top spot!

He pulled ahead of the second place Sato by nearly twenty points, 19.7 to be exact!

Twenty points, that’s the equivalent of two grown black bears. Unless one could be as lucky as Bi Fang, encountering a brown bear, or even a brown bear in a hunting state, under normal circumstances, it would take at least a week to catch up!

[Daytime Fireworks donated 100 Wolf Brushes to the protagonist—Rubbing down Little Japan’s sharp edge!]

[Thirty-five hunters, a hundred black bears, averaging less than three bears per person. If we calculate an average of ten points per bear, Old Fang has already surpassed this average number]

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

[Red Palms Stirring the Clear Waves donated 1 yacht to the host]

[So many tycoons, I’m begging to tag along!!! Come check out my live stream.]

Once the scoring was done, Bi Fang hadn’t forgotten about the dead wild pig nearby—he’d found an oversight.

Speaking of which, there’s been quite a lot of game these past two days. The sika deer from a few days ago is still not finished eating; they stored it in a restaurant freezer, and now they’ve got another wild pig today.

The harvest is plentiful.

In the izakaya.

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

In the restaurant, both Tanaka and Okuyama were dumbfounded.

They were also quite lucky, the two of them had killed three bears and moved up to the second... oh, it’s the third place now.

The efficiency within five days was already considered high; normally, around now, it would be time for each person to have bagged one.

But at one per person, someone actually had four?

"Damn it! We’re losing face for the entire Yamato nationality!" A cup was slammed onto the table, and Okuyama let out a growl as he picked up a backpack next to him and headed outside.

Now was not the time to rest; they had to seize every moment to catch up!

Over the next few days, the rankings changed time and again.

Dolphin Bay remained as usual, albeit the bloodshed from that day was gone. Each day, boats patrolled the area, checking for any new groups of dolphins.

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

A thigh was pierced on the spot by a crossbow trap, pinning the victim firmly to the ground, unable to move. The scene was extremely gory for a while until staff arrived and carried the victim away on a stretcher.

Luckily, those who came here were all experienced old hunters who knew some first aid, so no serious trouble arose.

The hunter who had set the trap was also punished, with two points deducted from his score, causing his ranking to drop by one; the reason was that the trap wasn’t clearly marked.

Ironically, the person who lost points was Bosen.

What on earth was this old man trying to do?

Every day, not only did Bi Fang have to deal with patrolling at night, but he also had to be wary of this old scorpion lurking in the shadows.

The audience wasn’t aware of what Bosen had done before and simply felt sorry for the old man. Just like that, he lost two points—that’s money!

There went ten thousand bucks.

[That’s ridiculous. If you step into it yourself, how can you blame someone else?]

[Are they bullying an old man?]

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

"I’ve reviewed the playback. A normal hunter wouldn’t have dug a trap there because it’s not a beast path. Putting it there was pure luck; typically, no beast would pass by. It’s a waste of time."

"Moreover, there weren’t obvious signs around the trap, so that’s why the other hunter got caught in it."

[Signs? What’s that?]

[Like a marker? But wouldn’t animals notice that?]

The audience was confused.

Bi Fang shook his head: "Hunters, like animals, care a lot about their territory. They usually only operate within areas they are familiar with. Globetrotters like me are the exception."

"Back in the mountains, hunters had their own range of activity to prevent accidentally harming someone. Near traps they set, nets, or hidden snares, they would place clear markers. Animals can’t understand them, but hunters get it right away, like pressing down a fixed number of weeds, etc."

Ordinary people, being careless, have no awareness of this and might still fall for marked traps.

How could someone capable of obtaining a professional hunter’s license, and still use primitive methods to hunt black bears, not know this?

The physical condition of most hunters was already on the decline. Unlike Bi Fang, with his strong and powerful body, almost all of them relied on traps.

For a trapper to fall into his own trap, it only indicates that Bosen did nothing and even made the trap very concealed.

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What kind of person would expend such effort to make a trap in a completely useless place, not on a beast’s trail, and without leaving any signs?

Using bamboo strips to create a flexible bamboo crossbow trap is something skilled hunters would use to catch fierce beasts. Sharp wooden stakes are more commonly used, and bamboo is only employed when there is a rush.

A trap can capture animals, and can equally ensnare humans.

Such behavior, in Bi Fang’s eyes, was against the rules.

Even in North America, based on development principles, this kind of rationale shouldn’t be lost.

Unless...

Bi Fang’s mind conjured a map of the whole Honshu Island, and above the Kii Peninsula, aside from Wakayama Prefecture, there were a few other prefectures. However, in the vicinity of Wakayama Prefecture, there were only six hunters active.

Bi Fang himself, including Bosen, Mugalen, this one injured in retirement, plus another two hunters whom he had never met and whose names he barely remembered.

Just the six of them.

Bosen, could it be intentional?

Bi Fang was suddenly shocked.

One day later.

The accident indeed occurred again, involving the two hunters whom Bi Fang hadn’t met before. This time it was more tragic, a direct mishap, and they encountered attacks from more than two brown bears.

These were the second and third brown bears appearing since the start of the hunting season. When the two hunters saw them, they were scared stiff.

The situation was so urgent that all viewers from Bi Fang’s live stream escaped.

Almost in the blink of an encounter, with no hesitation left in their minds, they had one thought.

Run!

Escape as far as you can.

The two turned and ran.

If the brown bears had been fighting each other, that would have been one thing, but unfortunately, these two bears were only posturing when they happened upon the intruders, and in a fury, they gave chase.

The two hunters were not familiar with each other; they had merely teamed up because they both came from the Ugly Country. And when disaster struck, it was every man for himself.

The two brown bears might as well have planned it; each bear pursued one hunter.

Tens of millions of viewers watched as if they were watching a movie, their palms sweaty. The whole scene unfolded just thirteen kilometers away from Bi Fang’s mountain head, yet he was powerless to intervene.

These were two adult male brown bears, both about two meters three in size, no less formidable than the one Bi Fang had encountered.

Perhaps even more so.

Because battles among brown bears often involve newcomers challenging the king, it meant that one of the bears was the bear king.

The length of brown bears ranges from one meter five to two meters eight, but given the lower latitude of Japan, their size generally does not exceed two meters four.

This was no movie shoot; Little Leo had a musket, but these two had none. The only thing that could save their lives was an alarm.

After the incident, the Japanese Government was dumbfounded and dispatched a standby guard team and helicopter at top speed.

The audience too learned for the first time that not all people are alike; Bi Fang’s ability to wrangle under a brown bear’s grasp wasn’t due to luck, but strength and the confidence to wait for the poison to take effect.

The two couldn’t be said to be lacking, as they fired their bullets at the very moment the brown bear pounced.

After that, the live broadcast was cut off.

[Reminder: You can breathe]

[A bit scared, these two won’t be in trouble, right?]

[Hope they are alright]

The barrage of comments was filled with prayers.

The Shuiyou finally understood what a single brown bear means to humans.

It’s a terrible monster.

With such an incident, none of the hunters were in the mood anymore. In less than three days, three hunters had accidents, and this situation doomed them to be eliminated.

When night fell, Bi Fang sat beside the campfire, grilling wild boar meat, chewing with difficulty, just as he received a notice issued by the Japanese Government.

One was a medical report, the second a declaration regarding the live broadcast, and the third pertained to the identities of the two brown bears.

Bi Fang carefully reviewed the first two reports and said to the audience, "It’s not bad, there’s no life-threatening danger. It’s just fractures, mostly on limbs, and there are no disabilities. The live-stream can continue; there’s no problem."

Hearing Bi Fang’s personal confirmation, the Shuiyou all breathed a sigh of relief, and then they began to discuss the day’s harrowing experiences.

That was terrifying.

And when I think about the life-and-death crises Bi Fang has faced before, it’s even more fucking terrifying.

Bi Fang, gnawing on pork, felt gloomy.

No one could be happy after such an incident. Now, in Wakayama Prefecture, only Bosen, Mugalen, and Bi Fang himself were left.

That old rascal now had twenty-three points, ranking third.

While looking at the third report, Bi Fang bit into the wild boar meat, his cheeks aching as if chewing dried beef strips.

This thing’s texture is so rough!

It’s tough to cut, and even tougher to chew! Without the miracle of a pressure cooker, dealing with wild boar meat is really troublesome. And the boar wasn’t castrated, so it has an extremely strong stench.

If it weren’t for getting a better set of teeth, I would surely have bits of meat stuck in my teeth now.

"These two were really unlucky to come across something like this."

"Old Fang encountered a brown bear killing a black bear, which was crude, but these two pure unlucky fellows encountered a brown bear fighting another brown bear."

"And they were still in a standoff, such cursed luck."

By the time Bi Fang finished reading the third notice, it turned out that one of them was indeed the Bear King. Japan had even given it a special name, calling it Matsutaro.

A sumo wrestler from ancient Japan who was rather famous.

This guy’s body length reached an impressive 2.47 meters, over 2.4 and close to 2.5 meters, which is quite rare in Japan.

As for the other bear, clearly, it was the one that had challenged the brown bear.

"Ah, didn’t Old Fang say that brown bears don’t have a strong sense of territory? Then why did they fight?"

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

Once you are king, you can rightfully steal food, and if there is resistance, it’s seen as a challenge.

"The gap between humans is big, and it’s the same between animals. The Bear King’s strength often far exceeds other bears of the same species. Among the two injured, the one who encountered the Bear King had the worst luck; he was seriously injured and it took the helicopter more than a dozen shots when they arrived."

"While for the other one, it only took five shots to deal with. Even if it were me, it would be a close call, and I’d probably be knocked down too."

"Some animal kings’ fame can even spread across the world, like the Brown Bear King of Katmai National Park in Alaska, Tuyuk. He became the king of the Katmai area for over 10 years. Several thousand brown bears live in his territory, all competing for the same food."

"But Bear King Tuyuk always controlled the largest of several brown bear territories in the Katmai area and faced challenges from other male bears, mainly aiming to take over the territory and compete for a unique food—salmon. It wasn’t until he got old that he was dethroned and driven away."

"Besides, there’s Carter, the Peninsula Giant Bear King of Alaska. That guy is even more formidable, weighing over 680 kilograms at his peak, with a huge skeleton to match."

The research institute that found him was fascinated.

"I’ve never seen a bear so confidently dominant. The other bears didn’t even dare to act, like trying to intimidate or challenge it. They just quietly left or even turned tail and fled."

"There’s also Piro, the Bear King of the Pyrenees Mountains, whose reign was even longer, over twenty years, and he was extremely tyrannical, with a strong desire to control female bears, especially keen on killing cubs, so much so that it affected the local brown bear population."

Piro’s actions were tantamount to causing a bear population to face the threat of extinction.

"These guys are like the King of Chu, Lü Fengxian, and the Western Hannibal among humans, having an overwhelming dominance over ordinary bears."

Bi Fang spoke with envy in his tone.

Currently, he might be able to deal with some ordinary bears by exploiting their weaknesses, but against such individuals, he had no chance of winning.

It was a different level, maybe trying with dual orange max level skills?

Or even higher?