Chapter 209

Most of the supplies were still there, but the umbrella bag tied to the side for holding sardines had vanished without a trace.

He didn't care much about it—sardines were everywhere in the sea, and catching them was still easy for him.

By the time everything was tidied up, it was already past two in the afternoon. The storm had lasted nearly an hour and a half—unusually long. Only Qin Yun could have held out that long; anyone else would have been unable to endure it.

But just as he was about to cast his line again, he noticed something strange near the buoy block.

He quickly raised the auxiliary drone and observed the sea surface through the main unit's display. When the creature on the screen reached the livestream audience, everyone was startled.

"Holy shit, a shark?"

"That shark's gotta be three or four meters long!"

"What kind of shark is that?"

"Too terrifying—we just survived the storm, and now a shark shows up? Could it really be drawn by Qin's blood?"

"Terrible luck—Qin's livestreams never go smoothly. Problems from start to finish."

"Three of them, and all this big—what should Qin do?"

"Damn, just looking at them gives me the creeps."

"OMG, I just thought of a movie."

"Please, Qin, don't get in the water!"

Soon after, black dorsal fins broke the surface from three directions, swiftly closing in on the buoy block.

"Looks like my luck's pretty good," Qin Yun said with grave tone, gripping his survival knife. "Friends, these are three oceanic whitetip sharks—probably patrolling nearby, drawn by my blood dripping into the sea."

"Normally, blood wouldn't spread that fast, but with the storm and waves, the diluted blood dispersed quickly. Each of these whitetips is about three meters long and weighs over 150 kilograms—thicker and larger than an adult human."

At this close distance, the bloody smell from my left arm wound has already heavily stimulated them. They know there's prey on the buoy block and will definitely ram it to knock me into the water.

No sooner had he finished speaking than one whitetip shark surged toward the buoy block from the left.

Qin Yun instantly crouched, lowering his center of gravity.

"Crack—!"

The buoy block jolted violently, but he'd anticipated it—his body didn't budge an inch, still firmly planted on the buoy.

"These whitetip sharks are infamous—they're the most dangerous marine creatures to floating survivors, most likely to attack humans主动, and extremely sensitive to blood."

As he spoke, another whitetip struck from a different direction—the buoy shook again, but Qin Yun remained as steady as an old dog. On camera, his bare body tensed with each jolt, muscles flexing with raw force.

"I said this morning that fish are weak, but these three whitetips have above-average vision among fish—especially night vision. Their night sight is extremely strong, though blurry, like colorblindness."

"By day, they can clearly see objects, silhouettes, and movements within 15 to 30 meters. My wound is bleeding—they've locked onto me completely."

"Boom—!"

This impact was far stronger than the previous two—he nearly got flipped over, but he gripped the umbrella rope tightly.

"Shit… damn, this is too dangerous."

"If Qin falls into the sea, he's done for."

"Qin's got all that martial skill, but it's useless in water."

"Holy shit!"

Qin Yun had no time to check the comments on the screen—his full attention was fixed on the three whitetip sharks beneath the sea.

"But there's one thing I can exploit: whitetips aren't patient. They're creatures that avoid trouble, fear pain, and will retreat quickly if faced with uncertainty."

"So as long as I stay on the buoy block and don't enter the water, these whitetips can't touch me. If I wait long enough, they'll leave on their own."

Qin Yun listed the whitetips' traits calmly, his expression serious but his tone composed—showing no sign of panic.

This confidence gave viewers a powerful sense of security.

Thus, Qin Yun held fast to the buoy block, effortlessly maintaining his balance no matter how fiercely the three whitetips rammed it.

An hour later, the dorsal fins of the three whitetips receded into the distance; the livestream chat was flooded with endless "666."

Qin Yun exhaled slightly—he'd never enter the water to fight them unless absolutely necessary. One shark? He could handle it with his diving and combat skills. But three? The threat level skyrocketed.

Not worth the risk.

Being cut by shellfish is nothing like being bitten by a shark!

If he got bitten, he'd have to shut down the livestream—and that was something he couldn't accept.

"Phew…" He exhaled a long breath, turned to the drone camera, and smiled. "Lucky day—storm first, then sharks. It's only the second day. Fuck me."

…

Deep night. The sea surface was calm.

As Qin Yun slept beneath the umbrella cloth, a dark shadow sliced through the water far away, charging toward him through the waves.

"Boom—!"

The violent impact sent the buoy block rocking violently, flinging Qin Yun off his sleep.

At the last possible moment, Qin Yun woke up and instinctively grabbed the umbrella rope—barely avoiding being thrown into the sea.

But just then, a bloodied maw burst from the water, jaws lined with sharp teeth lunging straight for Qin Yun's head, reeking of foul stench, clearly aiming to drag him underwater and devour him slowly.

Seeing this, Qin Yun exploded upward with force, twisting his body just in time to dodge the shark's strike, then landed squarely back on the buoy block.

"Holy shit—that was too close."

Qin Yun touched his neck, feeling a lingering chill, then fury surged—he immediately activated the main drone and restarted the livestream.

Local time: 1 a. m. Domestic time: around 6 a. m. —early risers were already awake.

Receiving the livestream alert, they opened Douyin and flooded into the stream.

There they saw Qin Yun holding a flashlight, scanning the sea surface.

Soon after, the viewer count surpassed one million.

"Damn, Qin's up so early? He just slept a few hours!"

"Qin's expression—he clearly ran into trouble in the middle of the night."

"Qin Ye didn't have a smooth day today."

Qin Yun's voice came from the livestream.

"Bad luck—I was asleep when I was suddenly attacked. The beacon block nearly flipped over. If I hadn't reacted fast, I'd have fallen into the water."

As he spoke, his flashlight quickly locked onto a dorsal fin.

"It's the white-tip shark from earlier. I never expected it to come attack me at midnight."

Seeing the dorsal fin under the flashlight, everyone in the stream gasped.

"Fuck, another shark."

"Even at this hour, it won't leave us alone."

"Thank goodness it's Qin Ye—if anyone else had been here, they'd be done for."

"Qin Ye looks furious."

Qin Yun stared fiercely at the dorsal fin, his tone brimming with killing intent: "I hate being disturbed while sleeping. This shark has violated my taboo—I'll give it a lesson it won't forget."

Saying this, he picked up the drone, manually switched it to night-vision mode—otherwise, under normal light, he'd see nothing.

The drone swiftly ascended, locking onto the vast sea area centered on the beacon block. Viewers in the livestream clearly saw, under night vision, the white-tip shark's dorsal fins circling the beacon.

"What's Qin Ye going to do?"

"When Qin Ye is angry, consequences are severe."

"666."

"If I can't deal with this shark, I won't sleep tonight—I must take the initiative." He growled, leapt violently, and plunged straight into the sea.

"Fuck, seriously?"

"Is Qin Ye suicidal? Fighting a shark in the water?"

"Am I still dreaming?"

"OMG, has Qin gone mad?"

Qin Yun wasn't mad. As soon as he hit the water, his precise, coordinated limbs turned him into a nimble sea fish, effortlessly avoiding water resistance—his agility far beyond ordinary humans.

It was precisely because of this master-level diving ability that Qin Yun dared confidently take down this three-meter shark; otherwise, even with his peak combat skills, entering the water would drastically weaken him.

Soon, he saw the shark's dorsal fin swimming toward him—but instead of attacking immediately, it circled him continuously, as if searching for the right moment.

The shark didn't move rashly; Qin Yun naturally didn't either. After all, he was a land creature. He knew his flexibility in water was decent, but his speed would never match that of a fish.

So, defense and counterattack was undoubtedly his best way to kill this white-tip shark.

Of course, 前提是 he had a weapon—otherwise, relying only on his bare hands, he might as well wash up and sleep.

Livestream viewers watched this scene with bated breath, tenser than watching a horror film.

After circling for a moment, the white-tip shark finally couldn't hold back—it suddenly sank its dorsal fin and vanished from sight.

Qin Yun's expression shifted slightly. He reversed his survival knife and plunged straight beneath the surface.

The massive shark opened its jaws wide, teeth glinting coldly, lunging at him. Qin Yun didn't hesitate. When the shark was only one meter away, he dove sharply downward, avoiding its mouth, while his right hand drove the survival knife deep into the shark's gill area.

The gills are one of the shark's most vulnerable spots.

*Plosch! * The sharp blade pierced the shark's gill precisely. Blood gushed instantly, staining the surrounding seawater red. The shark writhed in agony, its massive body thrashing violently, tail fin whipping furiously, churning up huge waves.

The underwater scene was invisible to the drone, but the abnormal fluid discharge was clearly captured on camera.

Everyone held their breath, fearing the blood was Qin Yun's.

Then the shark's frantic thrashing terrified them further—because when sharks tear into prey, they thrash exactly like this.

Facing the shark's struggle, Qin Yun didn't linger. He yanked out the knife and swiftly retreated backward, surfacing ten meters away.

He wiped his face: "I'm fine. But I won't let this shark escape. It dared come hunt me at night—so it better be ready for me to kill it."

Saying this, he dove again, approaching the writhing white-tip shark.

Because of the blood, the sea surface was murky and the scent chaotic. The shark, in excruciating pain, failed to notice Qin Yun's approach.

Until an odd object suddenly mounted its back—the sudden disturbance startled it into leaping violently out of the water, then frantically swimming forward.

On the drone's camera, everyone froze in shock.

"Fuck, Shark Rider!"

"Qin is riding a shark."

"6666!"

"Godlike move!"

This scene made many netizens scream in excitement.

Qin Yun gripped the knife in his right hand, braced his legs, seized the fin with his left, then surged forward with all his strength—driving the blade straight into the shark's eye. Instantly, the shark's forward momentum halted. Its silent roar faded as its thrashing weakened, until its massive body went limp and still.

Qin Yun embraced the shark and burst through the surface again, waving toward the drone.

"Finally killed it. But this thing's meat is coarse—it excretes salt through urea, so its flesh naturally contains urea. Raw, it tastes strongly of urine and bitterness. Plus, it's high in heavy metals. Avoid eating it if possible."

Saying this, Qin Yun pried open the shark's mouth and pried off a row of serrated teeth with his knife.

Then he let go—the shark's corpse slowly sank.

Immediately, he swam swiftly to the beacon block and pushed it away.

"This whole area reeks of blood. For safety, I'll move farther."

He pushed it for a full kilometer before stopping. By the time he returned to the beacon block, it was nearly 2 a. m.

"Phew..." He placed the white-tip shark's teeth before him. "I'll draw lots later to give these as souvenirs. I need rest now. Even though it's only been half an hour, I'm drained. Friends, I'm signing off."

Saying this, he didn't look at the comments, ended the livestream, packed his gear, crawled back into his tarp, and fell into deep sleep.