Chapter 302: High-Density Muscle Fiber Burst Constitution

"Hahaha…"

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

"I felt the freedom in Brother Qin'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."

"A kind man gets bullied, a kind horse gets ridden—the horned horse says I'm not kind!"

"Yearning!"

"Crazy!"

"LOL!"

The galloping Mara River, as Qin Yun and the horned horse leapt in, suddenly disrupted the horned horses' usual crossing rhythm—many even turned their heads to look.

But the hungry, predatory Nile crocodiles wouldn't stand idle.

Seizing the opportunity, they launched several ambushes, successfully claiming several horned horses from the herd, staining the river surface red. The two who 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 hand forward like a general on the battlefield.

The horned horse, in pain, plunged ahead underwater, no longer caring about anything else—its only thought was to shake off this hateful two-legged beast on its back.

But unfortunately, this two-legged beast stuck to him like glue—no matter how much it bucked or reared, it couldn't shake him off, driving the horned horse to despair.

"Splash—!"

Suddenly, a Nile crocodile lying in wait seized its chance and lunged for the horned horse's neck. The splash as it broke the surface was precisely captured by the drone. The crocodile, already fearsome and brutal, bursting from the water with bared teeth, sent a chill down viewers' spines.

"Holy shit, you scared the hell out of me."

"Terrifying—such a huge crocodile, so creepy."

"But why am I not 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 was startled and tried to dodge—but its mane was yanked hard from behind, interrupting its dodge, 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 fully into the air, then kicked hard at the crocodile's lower jaw.

"Crash!"

On camera, Qin Yun's foot made direct contact with the crocodile's lower jaw. The crocodile, just bursting from the water, instantly threw its head back—its forward momentum halted dead, then its entire body flipped upward, flying backward in an upside-down posture.

The force of Qin Yun's kick sent a three-hundred-kilogram Nile crocodile flying—its brutality surpassed even the crocodile's sudden lunge.

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

Had he not reacted quickly enough, planting his feet firmly into the river just as the horse was about to fall, counteracting the force, the horned horse would have collapsed straight into the water.

This sequence—swift, sudden, and fierce—left livestream viewers stunned.

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

"What the hell, is that even human?"

"Terrifying—he just kicked a giant crocodile clean away, insane."

"I always said Brother Qin is probably a lizard person, not human."

"Awesome—I don't even know how to express it."

"Terrifyingly powerful—a human Tyrannosaurus, utterly shocking."

"Drowning aesthetics, 666."

Human strength has limits, constrained by body size, muscle fibers, and bones—no matter how strong, there's always a ceiling.

Though he'd never measured it, the force of that single kick had already reached about eighty percent of his capacity—and yet it only sent a three-hundred-kilogram Nile crocodile flying one or two meters. Even if he went all out, he wouldn't do 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 lacking raw power—it's also about endurance.

The more force you exert, the more force you must absorb—that's common sense.

Across the forty- to fifty-meter-wide stretch of the Mara River, with Qin Yun's aid, the horned horse barely paused—when it finally leapt onto the opposite bank, the Nile crocodiles behind could only stare coldly, powerless to stop them.

After running a few steps forward, Qin Yun dismounted. Feeling the weight lift, the horned horse bolted away at top speed, terrified Qin Yun—the hateful bastard—would ride 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 Mara River—where other horned horses were still crossing, the blood still staining the water.

He didn't linger. He sent the drone aloft 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 road ahead will be many times 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.

"Brother Qin, the Maasai Mara grasslands don't look very green at all—it's still dry season. Why are the horned horses coming here?"

"Yeah, it all looks like endless golden grass—what's the difference from the Serengeti?"

Seeing their confusion, Qin Yun smiled and said: "I've said before—the migration of horned horses, zebras, and gazelles is simply a matter of following the rain, chasing fresh grass."

"In the Serengeti now, most grass has turned yellow and dry; any tender shoots were long ago eaten. But here in Kenya's Maasai Mara, though also in dry season, the grass dries later and remains tenderer—that's one reason."

"The second reason is water. With the dry season here, finding a stable water source in the Serengeti is extremely difficult—not enough for horned horses and zebras. But the Mara 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. Next month, September and October, the tender grass of the Maasai Mara will be enough to sustain the horned horse, zebra, and gazelle herds. By November, Kenya will be bone-dry, and the Serengeti's rainy season will have returned—then they'll turn back south along the same route."

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

"In short, macroscopically, it's not really migration—it's just chasing grass."

"666, Qin Ye knows so much."

Following the Mara River, Qin Yun slowly advanced toward the northern Sanjiaozhou of Mara Mara.

August 20, the weather was calm and still.

August 21, all was peaceful.

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

Qin Yun went live; when the audience had mostly gathered, he looked toward his destination and smiled: "Twenty kilometers remain to the northern Sanjiaozhou of Mara Mara—my final destination. After crossing the Mara River, these past three days have gone perfectly, with not a single hiccup."

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

The livestream had now essentially reached its final stage; every step Qin Yun took brought him closer to ending this broadcast.

"These past dozen days have been incredible. I'm so envious of Qin Ye's life."

"Can't envy it—I'm still stuck in my cubicle, typing away. Put me here, I wouldn't last a day."

"Just watching Qin Ye's livestream already makes me happy. Even after twelve days, it still feels like not enough—suddenly ending, I can't help feeling reluctant."

"I feel a pang of loss, just like on a Sunday when I have to go back to work. Without Qin Ye'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 domain, the long-absent system voice sounded, and the system panel descended before his eyes.

【Check-in task completed. Reward received: High-Density Muscle Fiber Burst Physiology】

【High-Density Muscle Fiber Burst Physiology: Reshapes muscle fiber structure, breaks through human limits. With this, you'll only look human.】

Qin Yun did not claim the reward immediately; it surprised him—he would wait until after the livestream ended.

He closed the system panel and kept walking. He glanced at the drone's screen, and at that moment, a comment on TikTok suddenly caught his attention.

"Help, Garissa, Bour-Algi, help!"