Chapter 97: The Wild Man!

‘Mm!’

The lynx didn’t hesitate, turned and leapt straight off the net—this moment, it felt the threat of death, even screaming out in terror.

At the very instant it jumped, a series of ‘thunk! thunk!’ sounds rang constantly in its ears.

Then a wooden stick as thick as a wrist shot into the rabbit pen, followed naturally by the vibration of the stick.

By then, the lynx was already terrified out of its wits—how could it dare linger? It bolted straight into the deep forest.

Seeing the first stick miss, Xiao Yi felt a flicker of disappointment—this lynx was far too cautious.

But there was still a chance; seeing the lynx trying to flee, Xiao Yi wouldn’t let it escape so easily.

He pulled back and hurled another stick into the air, sending it straight toward the lynx’s escape route.

At that moment, the lynx felt its fur bristle again—but there was no time to think; it could only focus on survival.

Before the first stick even landed, another stick flew out right behind it.

When the first stick missed, Xiao Yi knew it would be troublesome.

This thing moved too fast—hitting it while it was running meant stopping its momentum first.

So the second stick Xiao Yi threw wasn’t aimed at the lynx itself.

As Xiao Yi had predicted, as the lynx raced forward, a stick landed just ahead of its path.

Dirt sprayed everywhere around the stick—seeing this, the lynx froze in shock and had no choice but to slow down and change direction.

Seeing the lynx slow, Xiao Yi knew: this lynx was dead.

He had a strong premonition—this strike would hit. Sometimes such intuition seemed mystical, yet it was uncannily accurate.

Even as he hurled the third stick, he casually called out toward the drone.

‘This scene—I think we should blur it out. Too bloody. Not suitable for kids.’

‘Mm!’

No sooner had Xiao Yi spoken than a heart-wrenching scream echoed from afar.

The lynx was struck in the abdomen—the stick pierced clean through, and the massive impact sent it sliding several meters while still running.

From afar, after that scream, the lynx struggled briefly, crawling two meters before collapsing, never rising again.

Xiao Yi immediately headed toward the lynx. It was bloody—but this was the wild.

Yet Xiao Yi’s entire sequence of actions had just set the livestream ablaze.

‘Holy shit, those three throws were so damn cool—my Xiao Shen is still my Xiao Shen!’

‘I have to say, Xiao Shen’s throwing motion was seriously hot—so powerful, I’m totally fangirling!’

‘Power meets technique? Who could resist that?’

‘Exactly—just now, Xiao Shen radiated raw wildness. That refined face paired with that wild aura—who could handle it?’

‘Of course—true men go into the wild without bows and arrows!’

‘I already screenshot that—told my mom he’s my boyfriend. Hehe, no more marriage pressure. Still staring at the screen.’

‘Aren’t you afraid your mom will make you bring him home?’

‘To be fair, Xiao Shen totally nailed it—final strike, instant kill. Kinda hot.’

‘Right—Xiao Shen’s got this skill, not going into ring-tossing? What a waste!’

‘Haha, brother, you’ve got some weird ideas!’

‘Still, I think wooden sticks should be classified as controlled weapons—I’m shaking just watching!’

‘@Lincheng Public Security Bureau, Xiao Shen’s 108 tricks for reporting—please take note!’

‘@Yancheng Public Security Bureau, please take note!’

‘@Suzhou Public Security Bureau, please take note!’

‘@Luocheng Public Security Bureau, please take note!’

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Nancheng Public Security Bureau: ‘Received!’

But at this moment, few in the livestream cared about the lynx’s fate.

If it survived under these conditions, it’d truly be God’s pet.

Not even a lynx—just the force behind those flying sticks? Even an elephant couldn’t take it, unless it was a blue whale.

Compared to the lynx’s death, most were discussing how cool Xiao Yi’s three stick throws looked.

That sweeping, powerfully wild motion was undeniably eye-catching.

Of course, more internet clowns were @ing the authorities!

But the authorities were just as cheeky—they actually showed up to interact with netizens.

Of course, this scene also reached the main livestream, where the three guests reacted differently.

Beiye merely smiled lightly—compared to his bare-handed crocodile takedowns.

This was small stuff. He genuinely admired Xiao Yi as a contestant—even considered collaborating with him.

Ren Qingyu sat in thought—he was preparing for his upcoming film, ‘The Wolf Boy,’ about a feral child.

It was also his career transition piece, but he’d set many acting templates in his mind, none satisfying him.

Yet Xiao Yi’s sweeping, power-filled movements and raw aura just now gave him a sudden insight.

Then he felt his own body seemed too thin—after the show, he’d need to lift weights and bulk up.

That was also why he accepted the show’s invitation—to find inspiration.

Now he saw: this trip was worth it—he’d found what he wanted just before leaving.

As for Bai Lin, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Xiao Yi’s wild side had made her heart beat a little faster—few men could ever do that to her.

She appeared elegant, poised, the instant image of a goddess.

But that wasn’t her true self—her real self was a little eccentric; most guys she turned into buddies.

Other girls kept pets like teacup poodles, Pomeranians, French bulldogs—adorable little dogs.

Bai Lin preferred pit bulls and Tibetan mastiffs—ferocious large dogs—as pets.

That’s why she’d immediately set her sights on Gou Dan!

Of course, at that very moment, Bai Lin switched from Xiong fan to Xiao fan.

But she’d never admit it—she wasn’t ogling someone’s looks; there were too many handsome guys in entertainment.

‘Hmm… actually, he’s kinda hot.’

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At this moment, Xiao Yi arrived before the lynx.

The drone, following close behind, immediately blurred the scene.

This sight was too bloody, too terrifying for some—even the timid might not sleep that night.

The stick was buried deep in the lynx’s abdomen, its blood soaking the surrounding ground.

The lynx’s eyes were wide open, as if unable to believe it was truly dying; not far away, a straight trail marked where its body had slid.

Xiao Yi felt a pang of regret—he’d eaten pig’s blood, duck’s blood, rabbit’s blood—but never tasted lynx blood.

And this stick had ruined the pelt—it would’ve been better if it had struck the head.