Chapter 302

“Hahaha…”

Hearing the man’s unrestrained laughter in the video, the livestream viewers felt infected by it.

“I felt the freedom in Qin Yun’s laugh—I’m envious.”

“666, riding the horned horse ‘Heavenly Crossing’—there’s only one such person in the world.”

“Horned horse: I never thought I’d be ridden one day.”

“Kind people get bullied, gentle horses get ridden—the horned horse says I’m not gentle!”

“Yearning!”

“Crazy!”

“LOL!”

The surging Malahe River, as Qin Yun and the horned horse leapt in, instantly disrupted the horned horses’ usual crossing rhythm—many turned their heads to look.

But the Nile crocodiles, watching hungrily and with bellies empty, wouldn’t hesitate.

Seizing the moment, they launched several ambushes, successfully claiming several horned horses and staining the river surface red. The two that leapt so wildly and made so much noise naturally drew the crocodiles’ attention.

“Charge!”

Qin Yun gripped the horned horse’s mane with one hand and swung his other arm forward like a general on the battlefield.

The horned horse, in pain, plunged ahead underwater, ignoring everything else, thinking only of throwing off this hateful two-legged beast on its back.

But that two-legged beast stuck to its back like glue—no matter how it bucked or reared, it couldn’t shake him off, driving the horned horse to fury.

“Splash—!”

Suddenly, a Nile crocodile lying in wait seized its chance and lunged at the horned horse’s neck. The splash was precisely captured by the drone. The crocodile, already terrifying and fierce, bursting from the water with bared fangs, sent chills down spines.

“Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Terrifying—such a huge crocodile, so creepy.”

“But why don’t I feel worried at all?”

“Crocodile: Haha, today I get to eat not just a horned horse, but a two-legged beast too—perfect!”

Faced with this sudden ambush, the horned horse startled and tried to dodge—but its mane was yanked hard from behind, interrupting its evasion, forcing it to keep plunging forward.

“I’ve been watching you all along—fuck off.”

Seeing the Nile crocodile lunge, Qin Yun showed no fear; he gripped the mane tightly with his left hand, braced his right hand on the horse’s back, leapt into the air, and kicked hard at the crocodile’s lower jaw.

“Crash!”

On camera, Qin Yun’s foot made direct contact with the crocodile’s jaw. The crocodile, just bursting from the water, instantly threw its head back, its forward momentum halted, then its entire body flipped upward and flew backward in an upside-down arc.

Qin Yun’s kick was so powerful it sent a three-hundred-kilogram Nile crocodile flying—its brutality surpassed even the crocodile’s own sudden lunge.

But the massive recoil force sent him and the horned horse sideways.

Had he not reacted quickly, planting his feet firmly into the river just as the horse began to topple, counteracting the force, the horned horse would’ve collapsed straight into the water.

This sequence—lightning-fast and fluid—left livestream viewers stunned.

By the time they recovered, Qin Yun had already remounted the horned horse and galloped away.

“What the fuck—is he even human?”

“Terrifying—such a huge crocodile, kicked clean away—absurd.”

“I always said Qin Yun’s probably a lizard person, not human.”

“Insane—I don’t even know how to express it.”

“So terrifying—he’s a human Tyrannosaurus, utterly shocking.”

“Aquatic brutality—666.”

Human strength has limits, constrained by body size, muscle fiber density, and bone structure—no matter how strong, there’s always a ceiling.

He hadn’t tested it, but the force of that single kick had already reached about eighty percent of his capacity—yet it only sent a three-hundred-kilogram Nile crocodile flying one or two meters. Even if he went all out, it wouldn’t be much better.

Humans are vastly inferior to animals in strength and speed.

For example, right now, his punch’s impact still falls far short of a ton—but an adult male Bengal tiger’s paw strike can reach one ton.

This isn’t just about insufficient strength—it’s also about endurance.

Apply force, endure equal force—that’s the rule.

The forty- to fifty-meter-wide stretch of Malahe River, with Qin Yun’s aid, saw the horned horse cross without pause. When it leapt onto the opposite bank, the Nile crocodiles behind could only glare coldly—powerless to stop them.

After running a few steps, Qin Yun dismounted. Feeling the weight lift, the horned horse bolted away at top speed, terrified Qin Yun would mount it again—it had never suffered such humiliation in its life.

Qin Yun landed on the ground, watched the horned horse vanish into the distance, then turned back toward the Malahe River—where other horned horses were still crossing, the water still stained red with blood.

He didn’t linger. He launched the drone and turned toward his destination.

“Having experienced the ‘Heavenly Crossing,’ we’ve now entered Kenya’s territory. As you’ve seen, from here on, we’re fully within the Maasai Mara grasslands.”

“The rest of the journey will be far easier than before—I aim to reach our destination by the 20th and complete this East African Serengeti grassland crossing.”

Watching the drone footage, some livestream viewers voiced confusion.

“Qin Yun, the Maasai Mara grasslands don’t look very green—it’s still dry season. Why are the horned horses migrating here?”

“Yeah, it’s all endless golden grass—what’s the difference from the Serengeti?”

Qin Yun smiled and replied: “I’ve said before—the migration of horned horses, zebras, and gazelles is simply about following the rain, chasing fresh grass.”

“In the Serengeti now, most grass has turned yellow and dry; the few tender shoots have long been eaten. But here in Kenya’s Maasai Mara, though also in dry season, the grass dries later and remains more tender—that’s one reason.”

“The second reason is water. With the dry season here, finding stable water sources in the Serengeti is extremely difficult—not enough for horned horses and zebras. But the Malahe River flows year-round, making it the most reliable water source in the entire ecosystem during dry season.”

Qin Yun watched the horned horses crossing in the distance and eagerly began searching for tender grass.

“It’s August now. In September and October, the tender grass of Maasai Mara will sustain the horned horse, zebra, and gazelle herds. By November, Kenya will be bone-dry, and the Serengeti’s rainy season will return—then they’ll turn back south along the same route.”

Hearing Qin Yun’s explanation, many confused viewers finally understood.

“So basically, it’s not migration at all—just chasing grass.”

“666, Qin Yun knows so much.”

Following the Malahe River, Qin Yun slowly advanced toward the northern delta of Maasai Mara.

August 20, calm and peaceful.

August 21, uneventful.

…

August 22, 7:00 a.m., clear weather.

Qin Yun went live. Once viewers gathered, he smiled toward his destination: “Twenty kilometers remain to the northern delta of Maasai Mara—my final destination. These past three days after crossing the Malahe River have been flawless, no setbacks at all.”

“The last twenty kilometers—if all goes well, I’ll arrive by noon. Let’s go!”

The livestream was now nearing its end—every step Qin Yun took brought him closer to its conclusion.

“These past few days have been incredible—I envy Qin Yun’s life so much.”

“I can’t envy it—I’ll stay in my cubicle, typing away. Put me here, I wouldn’t last a day.”

“Just watching Qin Yun’s livestream makes me happy. Even after ten days, I still feel it’s not enough—suddenly ending, I’m reluctant.”

“I feel melancholy, like a Sunday night before returning to work—without Qin Yun’s daily livestream to brighten my days, how will I get through?”

Time passed second by second. As the sun climbed higher, the instant Qin Yun stepped into a certain area, the long-absent system chime sounded, and a system panel descended before his eyes.

[Check-in task completed. Reward received: High-Density Muscle Fiber Burst physique]

[High-Density Muscle Fiber Burst physique: Rewires muscle fiber structure, breaking through human limits. With this, you’ll only look human.]

Qin Yun didn’t claim it immediately—the reward surprised him. He’d wait until after the livestream.

He closed the system panel and kept walking. As he glanced at the drone screen, a TikTok comment suddenly caught his attention.

“Help, Garissa, Bour-Algi, help!”