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, his words brimming with menace, sending the live stream’s comment section into a frenzy of screams and wails.

“Aaaah… Brother Qin is legendary, facing a pride of lions and still so calm!”

“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 own garden.”

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 Dahuang showed any alarm; instead, the distant pride was hyper-alert, their wariness plainly visible in their eyes. Even the male lion stepped forward two paces, his mane bristling, emitting a low, threatening roar.

Looking at that male lion, his size was nearly identical to Dahuang’s—both adult males—but Dahuang radiated far greater presence. After leaving his pride, Dahuang had been forced into solitary hunting, accumulating rich experience in battles with wild beasts.

Not to mention, he’d nearly died several times—he’d danced on the edge of death itself.

It was precisely because of these life-or-death experiences that Dahuang gave no reaction to the lion’s warning.

“This lion king sees Dahuang as a lone challenger to his throne, but don’t worry—in lion challenges, the lionesses only watch coldly, never intervening, unless Dahuang goes after the cubs. Otherwise, they’re as emotionless as stone.”

With that, he patted Dahuang and prepared to circle around and leave.

Dahuang glanced at the lion once, then followed Qin Yun to the right, while the pride remained vigilant—the lion king kept his eyes locked on Dahuang, as if fearing a sudden reversal.

Only when they were out of sight did the lion king let out a satisfied roar, as if claiming sovereignty.

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

“Brother Qin, since Dahuang’s been following you, what are your plans for him?”

“Yeah, you’ll have to leave eventually—Dahuang belongs to the grasslands.”

“Sigh… just thinking about them parting makes me sad—is there any way to keep Dahuang with you?”

“Keep him? That’d ruin him.”

Qin Yun smiled: “Keeping him is impossible—I don’t have the means. Dahuang belongs to the Serengeti. If I take him away, I’d be dooming him. As for the future, Dahuang will inevitably 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, Dahuang suddenly sprinted off—swift as lightning, crossing ten meters in an instant, then diving down, his right paw slamming from above to pin a fleeing creature to the ground.

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

But Dahuang, prepared and swift, instantly pinned it down.

Qin Yun stepped forward two paces, looked at what lay beneath Dahuang’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, drew a knife, and ended it in one clean motion—so swift the live stream viewers didn’t even react. The struggling hare bled out instantly.

“Damn, Brother Qin, that was too fast.”

“Rabbit: I wasn’t killed by a lion—I got stabbed to death. Where’s the justice?”

“This hare never imagined it’d die by a dagger, 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, jackals, hyenas, wild dogs, snakes—all hunt hares. But lions like Dahuang? They only chase them for fun, and even then, they usually ignore them.”

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

“Dahuang knew I’d eat hare—that’s why he caught it.”

Qin Yun patted Dahuang’s head in encouragement.

Then he began processing the hare. A single hare weighed barely two kilograms; after cleaning, less than a kilogram of edible meat remained. Enough for him, but to Dahuang, even that looked pitiful.

After Qin Yun finished eating, Dahuang took a few bites and walked off alone.

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

This was perfectly normal—lions rely on one decisive strike, not endurance.

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

About two hours later, Qin Yun suddenly realized something.

“Shit, why hasn’t Dahuang come back?”

He sprang up, grabbed his gear, and immediately chased after the direction Dahuang had gone. With his familiarity with Dahuang’s scent, he had no fear of losing the trail.

But after running over ten kilometers, he finally spotted Dahuang—now more battered than ever.

“Holy shit, Dahuang’s surrounded by buffalo.”

“Just a few buffalo have Dahuang this beaten? The King of the Grasslands has lost his dignity.”

From afar, Qin Yun saw five water buffalo circling Dahuang, preventing escape, relentlessly attacking. Had Dahuang been slower or less agile, he’d already be dead. Outside the circle stood several calves, one with deep scratches across its back and a massive wound on its rump—clearly from Dahuang’s teeth.

“Water buffalo!” His face darkened. “Dahuang hunted a calf—that’s why they’re attacking him. In the Serengeti, water buffalo kill more lions than any other animal.”

Hearing this, viewers were stunned.

“Holy shit, really? Buffalo can kill lions?”

“So… lions aren’t that strong individually on the grasslands?”

“Hmm…”

Qin Yun nodded: “A single male lion can’t beat a healthy adult water buffalo. Face-to-face, he’d die for sure. Normally, it takes four or five lionesses to take down one buffalo. Look at those horns.”

In the drone’s footage, the five male buffalo’s horns were black, hard, like metal.

“A horn strike can easily pierce the chest. And their skulls are incredibly tough. But that’s not the worst part—their vengeance is extreme. Dahuang clearly tried to hunt and failed, and now they’ve marked him.”

Without hesitation, he charged forward.

“Get the hell away!”

He roared—but his appearance made viewers burst out laughing.

Hearing Qin Yun, the buffalo startled. Dahuang exhaled in relief.

Qin Yun didn’t charge the adult buffalo—he went for the calves, aiming to draw them off with a feint.

As expected, the five buffalo, startled and enraged, abandoned Dahuang and charged straight at Qin Yun, their lowered horns like pillars, chilling to behold.

“Dahuang!”

Qin Yun shouted, then stomped his right foot hard, launching himself high into the air, leaping over the charging buffalo.

Dahuang didn’t hesitate—he bolted back the way he’d come.

The buffalo ignored him, turning again to charge Qin Yun.

But Qin Yun wasn’t a lion—his agility far surpassed any animal’s. He even had time to talk to viewers.

“African buffalo can sprint at 50–60 km/h over short distances, and their endurance is exceptional. Trying to outlast them is pointless.”

After speaking, he moved in close and engaged the buffalo at point-blank range.

“Thud… thud… thud…”

A series of impacts rang out—horn against horn, head against head. Qin Yun darted like a butterfly among flowers, gliding around the buffalo, yet none could touch his clothes.

This went on for over ten minutes—the buffalo were exhausted, their bodies trembling as if they’d already been beaten black and blue.

Seeing them sway, unsteady, Qin Yun turned and walked away, vanishing from their sight in moments.

“6666, Brother Qin’s move is unmatched.”

“Haha, I think Brother Qin held back—if he’d gone all out, those buffalo would be dead.”