Chapter 270

This kind of real combat is more thrilling than any action movie.

Because you know movies are fake, but the man in this live stream is real—he can get hurt, he can die, and precisely because of that, it's more exhilarating. That visceral shiver, it's irresistible.

Fans both domestic and overseas are collectively losing their minds!

Domestic fans still restrain themselves, but foreign fans have no inhibitions—vile, lewd remarks make it seem like this live stream isn't even a legitimate one.

"Jesus, Qin is insane."

"I can't imagine how powerful this man is in bed, omg!"

"Unbelievable—seven spotted hyenas couldn't hold him back for even a few minutes; they offered zero resistance and were slaughtered outright."

"Sss… now I believe Qin when he said he has a 70% chance of taking down a full-grown male lion alone."

"Impressive…"

Qin Yun glanced at the blush-inducing comment sections of the other three live streams, thinking: Do foreign countries not have censorship armies? How can they say anything so outrageous?

Those explicit words felt like reading pornographic novels.

Qin Yun turned his gaze away from the live stream and finally fixed it on the male lion lying beside the baobab tree. The lion's eyes met his—still cold, but Qin Yun could see the fear lurking within: the fear of an alien species.

The fear of something that could effortlessly slaughter so many spotted hyenas.

If it can kill hyenas, it can kill me too—so it's afraid. Especially now, battered, exhausted, and helpless, waiting only to be slaughtered.

Qin Yun looked at it and said: "I can tell this male lion is now extremely wary of me."

"Obviously—it's terrified."

"Lion: If you killed the hyenas, you can't kill me now, okay?"

"In my lifetime, I never thought I'd see a human make a lion afraid."

"Simba, get up—it's just one human, just food."

The comment section relaxed now, comments filled with mockery, because even a fool could see this lion posed zero threat to Qin Yun. If Qin Yun wished, he could kill it bare-handed.

Qin Yun didn't hesitate—he stepped toward the baobab tree.

"Woo—!"

The lion immediately growled a warning, but the sound meant nothing to Qin Yun—it didn't even make him pause.

Seeing the two-legged creature draw nearer, the lion mustered its last strength, lifting its limbs, baring its fangs, glaring fiercely—as if warning: step closer, and I'll attack.

But Qin Yun had already seen through its bluster—its wounds were too severe to heal in such a short rest.

Without food, this lion would only grow weaker.

"Thump!"

Suddenly, something fell from the sky, landing heavily between Qin Yun and the lion. The poor baboon lay on the ground, shrieking "Ah! Ah!" with its face twisted in terror.

Neither Qin Yun nor the lion moved—they let the baboon scream on the ground.

Qin Yun's voice echoed through the live stream.

"Looks like this lion's luck is good—food just fell from the sky. It'll help greatly with restoring its strength and healing its wounds. But if I don't intervene, it'll almost certainly die from infection by the hyenas."

"Spotted hyenas eat carrion and gnaw bones—their mouths are teeming with tetanus bacilli, necrotizing bacilli, and septic bacteria; their saliva is natural poison. With today's weather, the lion's wounds will easily fester and ulcerate, very likely developing into cellulitis or sepsis."

"Once infected, it won't even need to starve—other predators, drawn by the scent, will devour this lion clean."

As he spoke, he looked up and casually redirected the drone's camera toward the sky. There, five or six vultures circled overhead, eagerly awaiting a feast.

These scavengers drool over hyena carcasses, which ordinary animals avoid.

Qin Yun turned to the lion and began making rhythmic gestures, occasionally roaring himself.

This sudden, bizarre behavior left the live stream viewers stunned.

"Damn, what's Qin doing? Lost his mind?"

"Hahaha, looks like he's doing a rope dance."

"Will the lion even understand this?"

Qin Yun let out "Ah-oo~ Ah-oo~" sounds—strange beyond words—but then came a jaw-dropping sight: the lion, once wary and terrified of Qin Yun, stopped bristling.

It became as docile as a kitten—its demeanor visibly softened.

Qin Yun stepped around the baboon and slowly approached the lion. The distance shrank until they were within reach—its massive head now filled the live stream screen. The feeling of it being this close made viewers' scalps tingle.

It felt as if you could smell the lion's foul breath through the screen.

Qin Yun watched as the lion slowly lay down. He didn't reach out to touch it. This was a lion, not a cat—their wild instincts were worlds apart. Though he'd used zoological knowledge to make the lion understand some of his cues, wild beasts are still wild beasts—touching it rashly might earn him a bite.

He circled the lion once, carefully examining its wounds.

Three injuries posed the greatest infection risk: the hind leg, the neck, and the spine. All bore bite marks—especially the neck, where a chunk of flesh had been torn away; the hind leg was worst of all, a bloody, unrecognizable mess.

Qin Yun didn't rush—he pulled a rock monitor lizard from his pocket and placed it beside the lion's mouth.

Viewers watched this scene.

"Damn, Qin, just toss it over—aren't you afraid it'll bite your hand too?"

"Lion: Thank you, Qin Ye, for the food."

The lion stared at the lizard, licked its lips, then bit down without hesitation, swallowing it in a few quick gulps. Now, its gaze toward Qin Yun lost its fear—and began to show anticipation.

Qin Yun chuckled helplessly and tossed it the other rock monitor lizard from his pocket.

"Here, eat it all. Now I'm going to treat your wounds—bear with it."

Without waiting to see if it understood, he turned to the baobab tree and used his dagger to carve a hole. Soon, a slit appeared—and as he squeezed, a cloudy, opaque liquid slowly oozed out.

Qin Yun leaned in and took a sip, then smacked his lips: "How to put it? This is my first time drinking baobab water—just like the records say, it tastes like water soaked in old wood, with a faint mineral saltiness, but not pungent."

He then pulled out a water bottle and began filling it, squeezing the tree as he poured. Soon, the 500ml bottle was full.

Qin Yun glanced at the host's comments and said: "The baobab isn't a water barrel—what are you imagining?"

Many comments claimed baobabs can hold one or two thousand liters of water—why doesn't it just gush out when you drill a hole?

He explained: "The baobab's interior is sponge-like fibrous wood—the water is soaked into the fibers, not flowing like a pipe. I had to drill a hole and squeeze to get it out. Without squeezing, the tree seals itself quickly and stops leaking."

"You think if you poke a hole, it'll just keep flowing until the water runs out?"

Qin Yun shook his head, walked over to the male lion, and planned to first rinse the back leg with water — that was where the injury was worst.

He gently patted the upper part of the lion's injured hind leg, and the lion turned its head. Then, using his own special method, he explained what he was about to do. Although this knowledge all came from his zoology skills, he rarely had occasion to use it.

This time, too, there was no other choice.

The lion seemed to understand nonetheless. It gave a soft grunt, rested its chin on its own front leg, and just stared at him like that.

Qin Yun smiled. "Those animal-communication tricks I picked up by chance before actually came in handy."

With that, he poured the water from his canteen directly onto the wound on the hind leg and began cleaning it. But the baobab water carried a natural salty taste, and when it hit the wound, it instantly stung the lion's hind leg, which flinched on reflex, and a howl of pain escaped its throat.

"Aawoo—!"

Qin Yun's left hand suddenly pressed down hard, holding the lion in check against its instinct to rise, then patted it gently, speaking to it all the while as if soothing a small child.

"Bear with it, bear with it, it'll be over soon."

The water sluiced again and again over the torn flesh, doing its best to wash out the rotting bacteria from the hyena's saliva, the grit, and the clotted blood and debris. The water, carrying dark-red blood and foul-smelling impurities, ran down through the fur.