As an experienced veteran hunter, Bi Fang clearly possessed a great deal of patience. Accompanied by Sanshao (Three Fools), he followed the musk ox at a leisurely pace, maintaining a distance that ensured he would not be discovered, so as to avoid a desperate struggle.
On the snowy plains, the musk ox’s massive body comically sported a "toothpick," which was actually the short spear that Bi Fang, named Dart, had thrown.
Originally there were two, but as the musk ox entered a narrow thicket, it brushed against a tree, and one of the spears broke off and fell to the ground.
"I can feel its status getting worse and worse, its moving speed is changing, and the resting periods are getting longer."
Bi Fang picked up the broken short spear from the ground, which had obvious blood stains on it, the fresh blood from the musk ox’s wound had dripped down along the shaft.
For this moment, he had waited a full three hours, but it was all worth it.
Spending a few more hours to minimize the risk was a most cost-effective deal.
"Now we need an appropriate terrain to make our move, ideally a depression, which could greatly weaken the musk ox’s attacking power."
The most significant threat from the musk ox was its unparalleled charge, and if they could force it into a depression, it would be like a big target, unable to launch an attack.
Huge prey animals could hardly make use of their advantages in confined spaces other than trampling.
"There’s a rocky pit up ahead, we can try to see if we can drive it into it."
Bi Fang, lying behind a rock, watched for a long time and finally decided to make a move ahead of time.
For a better hunt, Bi Fang had already surveyed the terrain near the musk ox, and the area ahead not only had woods but many jumbled rocks, which was the perfect location.
But just as Bi Fang led Sanshao out from behind the rocks and was about to move forward, he experienced a tremendous resistance from the dog leash. Turning back, he realized Fugui and Wangcai had already lay down on the ground and no matter how Bi Fang pulled on the leash, they simply wouldn’t budge.
"Useless things!"
Bi Fang was somewhat annoyed, but then looking at Goudan to the side, it was clearly much braver, even appearing eager to try, truly deserving of being the dog closest to a wolf.
Seeing this, Bi Fang kicked Fugui and Wangcai’s butts, untethered Goudan’s leash, and leaped out from behind the pile of rocks with it.
"Goudan, let’s go!"
Again aiming for a stealth attack from behind the musk ox, but the animal, having learned from its previous experience, became much more alert. As soon as Bi Fang emerged, the musk ox reacted, swiftly turning its huge body and letting out a low growl.
Bi Fang did not recklessly approach, but instead dashed to the other side, with Goudan running excitedly in front of him.
A hunting instinct, a gene named "Hunting," was awakening within Goudan...
"Ao!"
Erha suddenly fell onto the ground and, due to its momentum, was flung out, tumbling across the snowy land, its black fur soon blanketed with white snow.
Bi Fang glanced at the stone buried in the snow layer from the corner of his eye, twitched the corner of his mouth in annoyance, but did not stop his footsteps. In the musk ox’s line of sight, he arrived at the other side of the rocky pit.
Goudan, embarrassed by its fall and biting the rock, saw Bi Fang running away and hurriedly trotted after him with the rock still in its mouth.
Bi Fang casually took the rock from Goudan’s mouth and threw it at the musk ox.
He did not use a spear, as the musk ox had weakened to a certain extent by now, and showing too much strength might cause it to flee, rather than being provoked and charging.
The fist-sized rock accurately struck the musk ox on its horn.
Bi Fang’s strategy was undoubtedly effective. Despite the musk ox being so weak that it could hardly stand, when its pride and strong skills were challenged by the stones thrown at it, the beast was still enraged.
"It’s much easier to provoke the emotions of animals than of humans."
Bi Fang remarked, before quickly retreating with Goudan, hitting the musk ox with one accurate stone after another.
Soon, the extremely weak musk ox stepped across the grass, preparing to charge once again.
Noticing this detail, Bi Fang pulled out a rope, and the alert audience immediately noticed the knots on it.
Indeed, it was the lasso commonly seen in Western cowboy movies, which tightens more the more you pull once it’s looped.
The snow on the ground was scattered by the stout hooves, and the pebbles on the rocky ground began to tremble as the musk ox launched its charge. But in the focused eyes of Bi Fang, the beast’s speed was more than a notch slower, as if it were a roadside bicycle, the kind that’s shared.
Seizing the right moment, Bi Fang threw the rope, looping it flawlessly around the musk ox’s horns, and then quickly wrapped it around a nearby tree.
Under the immense pull, even the musk ox stumbled.
From a third-person perspective, the audience clearly saw the musk ox’s head bend alarmingly, as if it was about to be pulled off from its neck.
The rope was stretched taut, digging deep into the tree bark. Under the massive pulling force, the entire musk ox fell to the ground.
This charge had drained all its strength, and the beast, already exhausted from bleeding, found standing to be a very difficult task.
Bi Fang simply tied a knot on the tree, took out his spear, and charged towards the musk ox. He stabbed viciously into its abdomen, then quickly opened a gash. Once the musk ox struggled to turn, Bi Fang charged a second time.
This musk ox was at its limit, both physically and mentally. Unable to respond in time to Bi Fang’s attack, it could only watch as more and more holes were poked in its body, hastening its blood loss and bringing it closer to death.
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Even Goudan bravely stepped forward, distracting the musk ox to create opportunities for Bi Fang’s attacks.
Stab and run—it was truly thrilling!
Bi Fang, holding the spear, felt his heart surge with excitement.
No matter how long the musk ox’s fur was, it was no match for the sharp blade, which easily sliced through the hide, causing large gashes.
After several rounds, the musk ox, riddled with wounds, finally collapsed to the ground, its loss of blood so severe it couldn’t lift its head anymore.
Bi Fang didn’t approach carelessly, for the musk ox was not yet completely dead. Its chest was still heaving, and the hot breath from its nostrils melted half the snow around it.
A pair of huge eyes glared at Bi Fang, seemingly filled with endless resentment, causing many in the audience to feel somewhat distressed.
"This is how survival in nature is."
Bi Fang took out his dagger and approached the back of the musk ox’s head, inserting it at the juncture of the skull and spine, killing it instantly.
This beast, nearly half a ton in weight, had completely lost its life.
"Whew."
Bi Fang slowly exhaled, feeling the sweat on his body. The whole process seemed simple but was still mentally draining.
Fortunately, it was all worth it. Now was the time to harvest the spoils of the hunt.