Chapter 209: The Deadly Maw of the Oceanic Whitetip (Prayer for Traffic Edition)

Most of the supplies remained intact, but the umbrella bags tied to the side for holding sardines had vanished without a trace.

He wasn't particularly concerned—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 endured it so long; anyone else would have collapsed long before.

But as he prepared to cast his line again, he noticed something unusual near the beacon block.

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

"Holy shit, a shark?"

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

"What kind of shark is that?"

"This is terrifying—we just survived the storm, and now sharks show up? Could it really be drawn by Qin's blood?"

"Terrible luck—Qin's livestreams never go smoothly. Something's always going wrong from start to finish."

"Three of them—and all that big. What's Qin gonna 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, three black dorsal fins broke the surface, swiftly approaching the beacon block from three directions.

"Looks like my luck's holding," Qin Yun said grimly, gripping his survival knife. "Friends, these are three oceanic whitetip sharks. They've probably been patrolling nearby and smelled the blood I dropped into the sea."

"Normally, blood doesn't spread that fast—but the storm and waves diluted and dispersed it 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 range, the smell of my left arm wound has already triggered them. They know there's prey on the beacon block and will definitely ram it to knock me into the water."

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

Qin Yun instantly crouched, lowering his center of gravity.

"Crack—!"

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

These whitetips are infamous. They are the most dangerous marine creatures for floating survivors—most likely to actively attack humans and extremely sensitive to blood.

As he spoke, another whitetip struck from another direction. The beacon block shook again, but Qin Yun remained as steady as a rock. On camera, his bare torso tensed with each jolt, muscles rippling with raw power.

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

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

"Crash—!"

This impact was stronger than the first two—he nearly got flipped over, but he gripped the parachute rope tightly.

"Shit… that's way too dangerous."

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

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

"Holy shit!"

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

"But there's one thing I can exploit: whitetips aren't patient. They're creatures that avoid trouble, and they're extremely averse to pain. Once they sense uncertainty, they're very likely to leave."

"So as long as I stay on the beacon block and don't enter the water, they 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—utterly free of panic.

This confidence radiated a powerful sense of safety.

Thus, Qin Yun held his ground on the beacon block, effortlessly maintaining his balance as the three whitetips slammed into it again and again.

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

Qin Yun exhaled slightly—he'd never willingly enter the water to fight whitetips unless absolutely necessary. One might be manageable with his diving and combat skills, but three drastically increased the threat.

There was no need.

Being cut by shellfish and being bitten by a shark were two completely different things!

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

"Phew…" He exhaled, turned to the drone camera, and smiled. "Lucky day—storm first, sharks after. And it's only the second day. Fuck."

…

Deep night. The sea surface was calm.

As Qin Yun slept under the parachute cloth, a dark shadow sliced through the water far away, charging toward him.

"Crash—!"

The violent impact rocked the beacon block violently, flinging Qin Yun off.

At the last instant, Qin Yun woke up and instinctively grabbed the parachute rope, barely avoiding being swept into the sea.

But then, a massive mouth burst from the water, jaws wide, razor teeth lunging straight for Qin Yun's head—reeking of foul stench, determined to drag him underwater and devour him slowly.

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

"Holy shit, that was too close."

Qin Yun touched his neck—it still felt icy. Anger surged in him. He immediately activated the main drone and turned on the livestream.

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

Upon receiving the livestream alert, they opened Douyin and flooded into the channel.

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

Soon, viewership surpassed one million.

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

"Qin's clearly been attacked in the middle of the night."

"Qin's day just can't go smoothly."

Qin Yun's voice came through the livestream.

"Bad luck—I was asleep when I got attacked. The beacon block nearly flipped. If I hadn't reacted fast, I'd be in the water now."

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

"It's one of the whitetips from earlier. Didn't expect it to attack me at night."

Seeing the dorsal fin under the flashlight, everyone was startled.

"Holy shit, another shark."

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

"Only Qin could've survived this—anyone else would be dead."

"Qin looks furious."

Qin Yun stared fixedly at the dorsal fin, voice dripping with lethal intent: "I hate being woken up while sleeping. This shark has crossed my line—I'll give it a lesson."

He grabbed the drone, manually switched it to night-vision mode—otherwise, in normal light, he'd see nothing.

The drone rose swiftly, locking onto the sea area centered on the beacon block. Viewers clearly saw, in night vision, the whitetip's dorsal fins circling the block.

"What's Qin gonna do?"

"Qin's angry. Consequences will be severe."

"666."

"If I can't deal with this shark, I won't sleep tonight—I have to strike first." He growled, leapt up, and plunged into the sea.

"Holy shit, seriously?"

"Qin's suicidal—fighting a shark in the water?"

"Am I still dreaming?"

"OMG, has Qin lost his mind?"

Qin Yun hadn't lost his mind. As soon as he hit the water, his precise, coordinated limbs turned him into a fluid sea creature, effortlessly cutting through resistance—his agility far beyond ordinary humans.

It was precisely because of this master-level diving skill that Qin Yun dared believe he could take down this three-meter shark. Otherwise, even with his combat prowess, his abilities would be crippled underwater.

Soon, he spotted the shark's dorsal fin approaching him—but it didn't attack immediately. Instead, it circled him, searching for the right opening.

The shark held back. Qin Yun held back even more. After all, he was a land creature. He knew his flexibility underwater was decent, but his speed would never match a fish's.

So defense and counterattack was his best strategy to kill this whitetip.

Of course, only if he had a weapon. Otherwise, just using his bare hands? Better go back to sleep.

Livestream viewers watched, hearts pounding, more tense than watching a horror film.

After circling for a moment, the whitetip finally lost patience. Its dorsal fin dipped, vanishing from sight.

Qin Yun's expression shifted slightly. He reversed his survival knife and plunged into the water.

The massive shark opened its jaws, teeth gleaming, lunging at him. Qin Yun didn't hesitate. When the shark was only a meter away, he dove sharply downward—avoiding its jaws—and drove his right-hand knife straight into the shark's gill.

The gill was one of the shark's most vulnerable spots.

*Squelch. The sharp blade pierced the gill precisely. Blood gushed out, staining the surrounding water. The shark writhed in agony, thrashing violently, its tail flailing and churning up huge waves.

The underwater scene was invisible to the drone, but the abnormal flow of liquid was clearly visible on camera.

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

Then the shark's frantic thrashing terrified them further—it looked exactly like how sharks tear apart prey.

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

He wiped his face: "I'm fine. But I won't let this shark escape. It dared come at night to hunt me—I'll make sure it pays."

He immediately dove again, approaching the writhing whitetip.

Because of the blood, the sea surface was murky and chaotic. The shark, in excruciating pain, didn't notice Qin Yun's approach.

Until an odd object suddenly rode onto its back, startling it into a frantic leap out of the water and a wild dash forward.

In the drone's footage, everyone watching was stunned.

"Holy shit, shark rider!"

"Qin Yun is riding a shark."

"6666!"

"Godlike move!"

This scene made countless netizens scream in excitement.

Qin Yun held a knife in his right hand, pressed his legs hard, gripped the fin with his left, then surged forward and drove the blade deep into the whitefin shark's eye. Instantly, the shark's forward momentum halted, then stopped completely; its silent roar and thrashing faded until its massive body lost all strength and fell still.

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

"Finally killed it, but the meat's coarse—it excretes salt through urea, so its flesh naturally contains urea. Raw, it tastes strongly of urine and bitterness, and it's high in heavy metals; better not eat it unless necessary."

After speaking, Qin Yun pried open the shark's mouth and used a knife to pry off a row of serrated teeth.

【111】 Then he pried open the shark's mouth and pried off a row of serrated, pointed teeth with his knife.

He let go, and the shark's corpse slowly sank.

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

"There's blood everywhere. For safety, I'll keep my distance."

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

"Phew…" He placed the whitefin shark's teeth before him. "I'll send these as memorabilia to lucky viewers later. I need to rest now—even though it's only been half an hour, I'm drained. Friends, I'm signing off."

Without checking the comments, he ended the stream, packed his gear, and slipped back into the canopy cloth, falling fast asleep soon after.