Chapter 297

"I hope this pride doesn't attack me, or else these lionesses and cubs will lose their lion king."

Qin Yun spoke with utter calmness, uttering words brimming with menace, causing the live stream's comment section to erupt in chaos.

"Aaaah... Brother Qin is awesome, still so calm facing a pride of lions."

"Holy crap, if it were me, my legs would've turned to jelly—how is Brother Qin acting like it's his own backyard?"

"High-energy alert ahead—is Brother Qin finally going to strike the pride?"

"I now think Brother Qin isn't here for wilderness survival at all—he's just strolling through his backyard."

In the wild, one man and one lion faced off against the pride dozens of meters away—the atmosphere instantly tightened.

Yet neither Qin Yun nor Da Huang showed the slightest unease; instead, the distant pride was hyper-alert, their wariness plainly visible in their eyes. Even the male lion took two steps forward, his mane bristling, emitting a low, rumbling roar as a warning.

Looking at that male lion, its size was nearly identical to Da Huang's—both were adult males—but Da Huang's aura was far more formidable. After leaving his pride, Da Huang had been forced into a solitary hunting life, accumulating rich experience battling wild beasts.

Not to mention, he'd nearly died several times—he'd danced on the edge of Death's blade.

It was precisely this experience with life and death that made Da Huang utterly indifferent to the lion's warning.

"This lion king thinks Da Huang is a lone challenger for his throne, but don't worry—in lion king challenges, the lionesses only watch coldly, never helping, unless Da Huang goes after the two cubs. Otherwise, they're as emotionless as stone."

After saying that, he patted Da Huang and prepared to leave by circling around to the side.

【13】 After saying that, he patted Da Huang and prepared to leave by circling around to the side.

【13】 He patted Da Huang's back and prepared to circle around and leave.

Da Huang glanced at the lion once, then followed Qin Yun toward the right, while the pride remained vigilant—the lion king kept his eyes locked on them, as if fearing a sudden ambush.

Only when their figures vanished from sight did the lion king let out a satisfied roar, as if declaring his sovereignty.

Qin Yun and Da Huang, now far away, heard the sound but felt nothing more than indifference.

"Brother Qin, since Da Huang's been following you, what are your plans for him?"

"Yeah, you'll have to leave eventually—Da Huang belongs to the grasslands."

"Sigh... thinking about them parting makes me sad—is there any way to keep Da Huang with you?"

"Keep him? That'd ruin him."

Qin Yun smiled: "Keeping him is impossible—I don't have the means. Da Huang belongs to the Serengeti. If I take him away, I'd be harming him. As for the future? Da Huang will definitely part from me—he must find his own pride. I hope I can witness that moment within ten days."

Around noon, Qin Yun found a shady spot to rest.

But as he was about to build a fire, Da Huang suddenly sprinted off—swift as lightning, crossing ten meters in an instant, then diving down, his right paw descending from above to slam a fleeing creature hard onto the ground.

The creature struggled briefly, still alive, flipping over to bolt toward another direction.

But Da Huang, prepared and swift, pinned it instantly.

Qin Yun stepped forward two paces, looked at what lay beneath Da Huang's paw, and his eyes lit up.

"Lucky break—it's an African hare. Dinner's settled."

Qin Yun grabbed the hare by its ears from beneath Da Huang's paw, slashed its throat with one knife stroke—the action so clean the live stream viewers didn't even react. The struggling hare instantly bled out and died.

"Damn, Brother Qin, your speed is insane."

"Rabbit: I wasn't killed by the lion—I got stabbed by a knife. Where's the justice?"

"This hare never imagined it'd die by a dagger in its lifetime, not by a beast's jaws."

"LOL~"

Qin Yun said: "Across East, Central, and West Africa's grasslands, hares are everywhere—but so are their predators."

"Leopards, African golden cats, Hu Langs, hyenas, wild dogs, snakes—all feed on hares. But lions like Da Huang? They only chase them for fun when bored—usually they ignore them even when spotted."

"Mainly because lions are large, while hares are fast and agile. Chasing them takes too much effort for too little reward."

"Da Huang knew I'd eat hare—that's why he caught it."

Qin Yun patted Da Huang's head in encouragement.

Then he began processing the hare. A single hare weighed barely two kilograms; after cleaning, less than a catty of meat remained. It was enough for him, but to Da Huang, even a glance at it looked like disdain.

After Qin Yun finished eating, Da Huang took a few bites and left alone.

This scene—whether to Qin Yun or the live stream viewers—was now routine. At mealtime, Da Huang always left alone. Most times, he returned empty-handed, only catching something every few days.

This was perfectly normal—for lions, it's all about one decisive strike, not endurance.

Qin Yun leaned against a tree, eyes half-closed, occasionally chatting simply with online viewers.

About two hours later, Qin Yun suddenly realized, belatedly.

"Shit, why hasn't Da Huang come back?"

He sprang up instantly, grabbed his gear, and sprinted off in the direction Da Huang had gone. With his familiarity of Da Huang's scent, he had no fear of losing the trail.

But after running over ten kilometers, he finally spotted Da Huang—yet now Da Huang was in a state of utter disarray.

"Holy shit, Da Huang's surrounded by wildebeests."

"Just a few wildebeests have reduced the King of the Grasslands to this? The king's lost his dignity."

From afar, Qin Yun saw five male wildebeests circling Da Huang, preventing his escape, launching continuous attacks. Had Da Huang not been agile and swift, he'd already have been down. Outside the circle stood several calves, one of which bore deep scratches across its back—and a massive wound on its rump, unmistakably from Da Huang's bite.

"Wildebeests!" His expression turned grave. "Da Huang hunted a calf—no wonder they're attacking him. In the Serengeti, wildebeests kill more lions than any other animal."

Hearing this, viewers were stunned.

"Holy shit, really? Wildebeests can kill lions?"

"Then the lion's individual strength on the grassland seems pretty weak."

"Tsk tsk..."

Qin Yun nodded: "One-on-one, a male lion can't beat a healthy adult wildebeest. Face-to-face, he'd be dead for sure. Normally, it takes four or five lionesses to take down a single wildebeest. Look at those horns."

In the drone's footage, the five male wildebeests' horns were black, hard, like metal.

"A horn strike can easily pierce the chest. And wildebeest skulls are incredibly tough. But that's not the worst part—their vengeance is extreme. Da Huang clearly failed to hunt, and now they've marked him for revenge."

Saying this, he didn't hesitate—he charged out.

"Get the hell away from him!"

He roared—but his appearance made the viewers burst into laughter.

Hearing Qin Yun's movements, the water buffalo startled, while Da Huang let out a sigh of relief.

Qin Yun did not charge at the adult water buffalo, but headed straight for the calf—this was the strategy of besieging Wei to rescue Zhao.

As expected, the five adult water buffaloes, startled by the commotion, immediately flew into a rage, ignoring Da Huang entirely as they charged toward Qin Yun, their lowered horns standing like mountain pillars, sending chills down the spine.

"Da Huang!"

Qin Yun shouted loudly, then stomped his right foot hard and leapt high into the air, soaring over the charging water buffaloes.

Upon hearing this, Da Huang turned and ran without hesitation back along the path they had come.

The water buffaloes paid it no mind whatsoever, turning again to charge at Qin Yun.

But Qin Yun was no lion—his agility far surpassed that of any other animal. He even had time to chat with his online followers.

"African water buffaloes can sprint at speeds of fifty to sixty kilometers per hour over short distances; their endurance over long distances is even more remarkable. Any attempt to outlast them purely through stamina is futile."

After saying that, he moved closer on his own and had a close encounter with the water buffalo.

"Bang… bang… bang"

A series of thudding impacts rang out—horn against horn, head against head. Qin Yun darted about like a butterfly flitting through flowers, lightly circling the water buffaloes, yet not one of them could so much as graze his sleeve.

This went on for over ten minutes, until the water buffaloes could no longer endure it—they would have been black-and-blue if they were human.

Seeing the water buffaloes swaying unsteadily, showing signs of collapse, Qin Yun turned and walked away, soon vanishing from their sight.

"6666, Qin Ye's move is unmatched."

"Haha, I think Qin Ye held back—if he'd gone all out, these water buffaloes would've been dead for sure."