NOVEL NEXT Chapter 247 - 244: The Scent of Blood
Chapter 247: Chapter 244: The Scent of Blood
The two-meter predator roamed the sea.
Its undulating chest and belly hid powerful muscular strength; once it bit into its prey, it would tear fervently, resembling a frenzied demon.
Bi Fang’s heart beat steadily and powerfully, his breathing long and sustained as he stood on the raft, immovable as a mountain.
The situation was dangerous, but he had been through similar experiences at least four or five times.
In the face of danger, the human body secretes a large amount of adrenaline to numb the nerves and switch off the pain receptors, allowing an explosion of hidden potential.
But adrenaline also makes one’s thought process tense and narrows the field of vision rapidly.
That’s why people who’ve never fought before can become flustered when they encounter danger, their minds blank, flailing with instinct, with memories blurry afterward.
The only way to address this problem is through continuous combat and high-pressure confrontation until the body adapts.
And in terms of wilderness combat, Bi Fang felt his experience was more than sufficient.
Not to mention his core muscles were quite well-developed, and even in walking and standing, he was vastly different from the average person. When Bi Fang held a spear in confrontation with wild beasts, the aura unique to a Wilderness Hunter emanated from him, making him appear steady and reliable, naturally instilling confidence in his audience.
Even the meandering sharks seemed less terrifying, ready to become the souls under Master Fang’s spear should they dare come close.
[666, serious Old Fang is super cool]
[Giao! Giao! Giao! Hunting in the deep sea!]
[The Megalodon should invite Old Fang for a role, damn, I can take screenshots and lick them again, add one to the Master Fang album]
[Album… Can you show it to me? (Dog’s head)]
[Old Fang, stab it with your spear!]
“If you all need to use a knife for self-defense, remember to avoid its reflection, because in the eyes of a shark, that might symbolize ‘there’s fish here’.”
The limited vision of the shark’s small eyes made reflections dazzle them as if they were the sun.
As Bi Fang concentrated, he suddenly felt the raft tremble; a shark was crashing into his wooden raft!
“Here it comes!”
Bi Fang shouted sharply, simultaneously adjusting his weight to stand steadily on the raft, not at all startled by the sudden attack.
The audience fell silent in unison, realizing that danger had truly arrived.
Sharks had already noticed the relatively large raft!
[Damn, I didn’t even see the shark coming, and the raft just started shaking!]
[A big one, definitely no small creature!]
[Can the drone not dive into the water? I’m getting seasickness here; the feeling of not seeing but suddenly feeling it is too unbearable.]
“Don’t panic, everyone.”
Bi Fang’s gaze remained steady as he firmly held the tree stick, utterly calm. To deal with sharks, there were many special techniques, and they were often very effective.
“Sharks primarily locate their targets in the water through smell and body movements, being extremely sensitive to blood and bodily excretions like urine. So, everyone must secure their food right now, avoid dropping it into the water, and try to hold it in if you have any needs.
Besides, weak and rapid movements can also easily attract the attention of sharks because they imply that the target is easy to attack or already injured. Strong and rhythmic movements producing loud noises might cause the shark’s heart to falter and hesitate.”
Having said that, Bi Fang started to beat the water surface vigorously and rhythmically with the tree stick.
Most crucially, the audience could clearly see several swiftly moving sharks slow down; it was effective, truly effective!
Bi Fang’s expression was serious, he remained vigilant of the water surface. The collision wasn’t scary—the raft was five meters long and over two meters wide; it would be difficult for a two-meter White-fin Shark to overturn it, and the raft was designed big and tight. The ropes securing it originally were incredibly tight and very sturdy.
But the next moment, Bi Fang sharply noticed that one of the three fins that had been above the water’s surface had disappeared!
Such a ferocious creature!
Bi Fang went pale with fright, having never imagined that his own knocking on the water surface hadn’t scared the shark away but rather made it dive down, preparing to attack!
Just as he was shocked, a thin line of water formed behind Bi Fang.
The drone circling in the sky captured everything clearly. In the camera’s view, a massive creature was breaking the water’s surface. The grey skin of the shark was smooth and delicate, and with a powerful thrash, it lunged at the raft!
“Old Fang behind! Something’s swimming! The shark is coming!”
An audience member screamed out.
The sound of water breaking echoed, as something burst out of the water, gracefully casting a large shadow.
In an instant, Bi Fang reacted, rolling to the side toward the other end. In the drone feed, the audience’s eyes widened to see the shark almost brushing past Bi Fang’s scalp before crashing onto the raft.
He actually dodged it!
Such quick reflexes!
The audience was deeply shocked, having not noticed Bi Fang looking back, as if he had sensed the impending danger entirely by instinct and moved to dodge before it struck!
The whole raft shook violently. Bi Fang looked up in shock to find a White-fin Shark had toppled onto the boat, nearly half of its body pressing down.
This has got to be a mistake.
Bi Fang’s pupils dilated. He had never seen such an aggressive shark, almost like the model worker among sharks—was it starved mad? Weren’t there still herring below?
The shark was incredibly heavy; just having half of its body press down was nearly enough to tip the entire raft.
Without hesitation, Bi Fang took a large step, sucked in his abdomen and twisted his waist, gripping the Tree Stick, and swung it at the struggling shark, aiming for its snout.
Aside from the gills, this was the most vulnerable part of a shark. Only one strike sent it reeling from pain, as if it had been shocked with electricity. The nearly two-meter-long, hundred-kilogram body writhed frenetically on the raft, forcing the bow into the water, but it didn’t retreat. Instead, it opened its bloody maw, and its sharp Shark Teeth, reeking of fish, snapped toward Bi Fang.
Bi Fang merely took two steps back to avoid the bite, while his Tree Stick came down once more.
Another barrage of strikes, the shark growing even more berserk. The spectators watched with hearts pounding, never having thought a shark could be so ferocious, unmoved even after being hit on a weak spot.
Especially the scars on the White-fin Shark’s body, reminiscent of turbine wounds, made it look even more fierce and terrifying, exhaling an aura of blood and primitiveness that sent shivers down one’s spine.
The current scene was just like in the movies, with a Great White Shark biting off half of a boat’s bow, waiting for its prey to fall into its mouth!
Bi Fang had also noticed the scars on the White-fin Shark’s body, which resembled those made by a ship’s turbine, the crossed scars gave him some speculation.
Seeing the shark fighting to the death, not even stopping in its lashings of the water’s surface with its tail—this was the Shark’s way of calling its companions—Bi Fang couldn’t help but switch ends of his Tree Stick, pointing the Stone Spear side at it.
He had refrained from spilling blood before, not wanting to incite a frenzy among the shark school, but now he had no choice but to do so. If he allowed this shark to twist and turn wildly, more and more White-fin Sharks would be attracted by it. They might take the same actions, and by then, his small boat was very likely to be torn apart!
With this thought, Bi Fang’s brows suddenly sharpened, his cheek muscles involuntarily tightening, revealing lines as sharp as the edge of a blade.
A murderous aura filled the air.
Bi Fang fixed his gaze on the stripes on the side of the Shark, the most vulnerable part of its body—the gills, which were also the deadliest spot. Should they be damaged, it would be unable to breathe!
Clenching the Spear tightly, Bi Fang watched as the Shark continued to thrash and without further hesitation, he thrust it fiercely toward the Shark’s gill slits.
The tip of the spear cut through the air, giving rise to a piercing whistle.
A slight resistance was punctured.
Blood, spreading through the seawater.