Chapter 279

"Gazelles are animals with exceptionally tender and flavorful meat; even with no seasonings, just marinated in honey and grilled, I can make a delicious dish."

Watching Qin Yun swallow saliva on camera, viewers could already imagine how delicious the gazelle must be.

"But catching a gazelle is nearly impossible for ordinary hunters," Qin Yun crouched low, hiding himself in the grass. "First, the gazelle's instantaneous speed reaches 90 km/h, while Bolt's top speed is barely under 44 km/h—completely inadequate against a gazelle, it would be left behind in a single second."

"Second, gazelles have extremely acute senses—their vision is superb, they can spot me from 300 meters away. Their hearing is sharp too; even the slightest rustle makes them alert and instantly bolt away. My current position is still relatively concealed; moving forward would almost certainly get me detected."

"Finally, damn it, gazelles don't just run in straight lines—they change direction, zigzag, stop abruptly, veer off. Except for a few animals that can overpower or surround them, there's literally no way to catch a gazelle."

After Qin Yun said all that, viewers in the livestream felt utterly hopeless.

"Then how do you catch one?"

"Feels like there's no chance at all."

"Bro Qin is setting up a classic drop-and-rise—soon he'll say you can't do it, but that doesn't mean Qin himself can't."

Qin Yun smiled silently: "This friend understands me well. I said all that just to set the stage for how hard it is to hunt gazelles. Alright, I'm starting now—but I have no guarantee. Whether or not I get to eat gazelle meat depends on what happens next."

At this moment, both drones had long since stopped spinning, quietly placed to one side—one aimed at himself, the other at the distant gazelle.

Through the lens, viewers watched as the dry grass swayed, revealing three Thomson's gazelles thirty meters away, heads lowered, nibbling sparse blades of grass. Their bodies were slender, limbs long and finely sculpted, backs flowing in smooth lines, coats a blend of light brown and white.

Qin Yun's breathing was suppressed to an extreme; unless listened to closely, it was nearly undetectable.

He was positioned upwind, his leg muscles taut, inching forward slowly—each step preceded by a careful toe-test, avoiding loose stones beneath him, terrified of producing even the faintest 'shush-shush' sound.

Qin Yun did not advance directly toward the gazelle; instead, he crept in slow curves, avoiding the gazelle's occasional glances.

Time passed slowly; the blazing sun scorched his back, sweat trickling down his temples. Qin Yun's gaze locked firmly on the outermost gazelle—his chosen target. It was medium-sized, between adult and juvenile, its meat and mobility perfectly matching his needs.

Just as Qin Yun quietly closed the distance to around thirty meters, one gazelle suddenly froze, jerking its head up, ears twitching toward Qin Yun's direction, its expression sharply alert, nostrils flaring rapidly.

Qin Yun instantly froze, holding his breath, pressing his body even tighter to the ground, eyes tearing away from the gazelle—daring not to provoke even the slightest chance of detection, for once the gazelle suspected anything, it would bolt away instantly.

All his long effort would be wasted.

Viewers in the livestream, as if present on-site, felt the atmosphere solidify.

The wind ceased; the dry grass stood motionless. A few vultures circled overhead, emitting low, mournful cries. The alert gazelle stood rigid for over ten seconds, its head finally tilting slightly, then slowly lowering again to resume feeding—yet its ears remained erect, vigilance undiminished.

Qin Yun slowly exhaled, his back now soaked in sweat, clinging sticky to his skin.

"Damn, that made me so tense."

"More nerve-wracking than killing a few spotted hyenas."

"Bro Qin has his flying dagger skill—just throw one and the gazelle's dead."

Qin Yun, of course, couldn't see these comments—he maintained his previous movement logic, inching forward bit by bit. After over ten minutes, he finally crept to within twenty meters. His vision now clearly saw the gazelle's fine fur, heard its chewing sounds.

At this moment, the gazelle Qin Yun targeted remained with its head lowered, feeding, its line of sight blocked by grass blades.

Now!

Qin Yun's eyes sharpened—his suppressed, terrifying explosive power surged from within. He pushed off the ground, his body launching like an arrow released from a bow, kicking up chaotic clumps of yellow earth.

"Swoosh—!"

The gazelle instantly panicked, raising its head the very moment Qin Yun lunged, letting out a short, sharp bleat, then kicking its hooves hard, transforming instantly into a brown blur as it fled wildly in another direction.

As for the other two gazelles, they scattered in all directions the instant Qin Yun appeared.

Qin Yun ignored the other two gazelles—he sprinted at full speed, arms pumping rapidly, chasing the gazelle relentlessly.

The gazelle's speed far exceeded his own; he could only rely on this sudden burst of speed to force the gazelle to change direction, then predict its turn and have any chance of catching up.

The gazelle's legs alternated so fast they left no visible trail, but Qin Yun's ambush and sudden approach terrified it into erratic changes—zigzagging, veering, each turn appearing utterly random.

Yet Qin Yun always seized the exact moment of its turn, giving it the feeling of being hunted to exhaustion—the distance between them shrank with every change, nearly within reach.

But that final sliver of distance felt like a chasm, holding him back. If the gazelle pulled away now, all was lost. Normally, the gazelle should just run straight—Qin Yun could never catch it.

After a few breaths, Qin Yun's speed inevitably slowed. His eyes hardened—he hurled his right-hand dagger, it flew through several meters and plunged straight into…

"Pthsh—!"

"Auuuugh—!"

The intense pain caused the gazelle to let out an unnatural cry, its legs stumbling, collapsing to the ground and rolling far away.

Qin Yun took two quick steps forward, panting heavily, bracing himself on his knees.

"Fucking hell… I'm dead tired."

Qin Yun hadn't felt such exhaustion in a long time—this sensation of pushing his body to its absolute limit was strangely exhilarating.

"Alright, the title 'Anus-Slicing Master' is permanently mine."

"Gazelle: Damn it, why stick it there of all places?"

"Hahaha, the dagger went in all the way—can't even see it anymore."

"6666."

Qin Yun caught his breath and approached the gazelle. It now only emitted faint 'yoo-yoo' cries, utterly motionless. A dagger had, impossibly, plunged almost entirely into its anus—no wonder it couldn't move. Though not fatal, the pain was unbearable.

Pinching the exposed part between thumb and forefinger, he yanked hard—the dagger, smeared with something, was pulled free from the gazelle's rear.

He wiped it on the grass, then gripped the dagger and, without hesitation, plunged it deep into the gazelle's neck, twisting sharply. Soon, the gazelle went still.

Carrying the gazelle's corpse, Qin Yun returned to where the drones lay. The screen was flooded with animated gift effects.

"Thanks for all the gifts. Lucky break. Now I need to find water to properly process this gazelle. But before that, I'm completely drained—so…"

He pulled out a honey container and a water flask, cleaned and disinfected the dagger, then easily sliced open the lower back, cutting off a strip of red meat.

Holding the strip of red meat, Qin Yun drooled as he held it before the camera.

"This is the gazelle's tenderloin—it can be eaten raw."

Saying that, he shoved it straight into his mouth; blood even dripped from the corner of his lips. This wild, primal scene left viewers stunned.

After chewing a few bites, Qin Yun's eyes lit up.

"Mmm, delicious—warm, tender, only a faint metallic tang, no gaminess at all."

"Ugh, I know tenderloin can be eaten raw, but still… kinda bloody."

"Disgusting. A dagger that just finished gutting an anus, now slicing meat."

"Hahahaha, Qin-ye's moves are insane. If it were me, I couldn't bring myself to take a bite."

"666. If he only eats the tenderloin, Qin-ye doesn't have to kill it."

Qin Yun read the comments and let out a cheeky grin.

"Don't be jealous—this is the purest wild flavor. Alright, let's go find a water source. I'm starving. Later I'll make you a five-way gazelle feast and show off Chef Qin's skills!"