Chapter 921: 917: The Dentist Who Got Scared Silly |
The woods were deathly silent.
The intense smell of blood filled the air, from both lions and humans.
Ved's Adam's apple moved visibly, his lips turned pale and chapped from the rapid loss of blood.
Muddy beads of sweat trickled from his forehead, moistening the corners of his eyes.
Sour and throbbing with pain.
But such discomfort would be negligible to any qualified soldier; what Ved feared more was the current stalemate.
He aimed his gun at the trees, not daring to move Short Spear from his leg.
With only his left hand functioning, if he reached to pull out or break Short Spear, Bi Fang would be unrestrained and could take the opportunity to move in his direction, or even launch another attack.
In the first attack, Ved had lost his right shoulder and arm; the second cost him his left thigh and mobility.
But if he did not pull it out, he'd be pinned to this tree forever, facing the same inevitable end.
The loss of blood from his leg made Ved feel increasingly uneasy; time was not on his side, and the longer it dragged on, the worse it became, as blood loss not only slowed his physical reactions but also clouded his thinking.
Ved licked his dry lips, anxiety flooding his mind.
No, there was still a chance.
Just as Ved thought he had no way out, he suddenly remembered there were others present.
Apart from himself, there were the guide and the client. The guide had been knocked unconscious, but the client was unscathed; Ved had been attacked the second time while trying to save him.
He almost forgot this guy could still move. Though the man wasn't very capable, the bullets fired from his gun would be no less potent. If he could just cover him with a couple of shots, Ved could break Short Spear and free himself to regain mobility.
Ved's gaze shifted to Walter Palmer in the woods, only to see Palmer slumped on the ground, his crotch soaked, a silent, stunned fool staring blankly.
"FUCK!"
At that moment, Ved wanted to blow the man's brains out with a shot, even if it might get him fired; he couldn't fathom how someone like that could want to hunt a lion to prove his courage.
Utterly useless.
Cursing inwardly, but Ved could not worry about that now. Seeing no one could help him and the situation temporarily held, his eyes twitched as he then, under the watchful gaze of all the viewers in the live broadcast, did something nobody expected.
This burly man began to walk forward!
He held his pistol against Bi Fang lurking behind a tree, then step by step, he moved his thigh, enduring the pain of Short Spear piercing him, and slowly pulled Short Spear out from his body in a crude manner!
The friction of flesh against the rough handle of Short Spear was enough to make one's teeth hurt just thinking about it.
[Fuck, this is, so brutal]
[My legs hurt just watching this!]
[Does this guy not feel pain at all?]
[He's too strong]
[Can humans even do this?]
"I could hardly breathe just now; with Master Fang's onslaught, I've been completely numbed,"
"Old Fang really gives off the vibe of a powerful antagonist."
An astonishing scene terrified many to the core, leaving them in a dilemma over whether to admire the opponent's willpower or to jest about Bi Fang being the true villain, given his overwhelming dominance.
As Ved inched forward, the Short Spear was smeared with a thick layer of blood, and his gaze fixed on the large tree where Bi Fang was hiding, as if ready to pulverize Bi Fang the moment he showed his head.
Using the reflection on the blade, Bi Fang, who was quietly observing everything from behind, was quite astonished. Regardless of the outcome of the battle, the adversary's strength of will was indeed admirable.
He didn't stop the other's action but did nothing, waiting for the adversary to struggle free.
This naturally aroused the curiosity of the viewers, yet no one questioned, for amidst a fight for life and death, Bi Fang was much more of an expert than these laypeople.
In truth, forcibly breaking free to regain mobility was indeed ruthless but a great test and drain on both mind and body.
Moreover, the adversary had definitely released a substantial amount of adrenaline; once the hormone's effects waned, their performance would deteriorate even further.
Meanwhile, Bi Fang could relax behind the tree at ease, even slightly recovering the energy expended in the sudden attack, which in itself was a form of victory.
Given the severity of the adversary's injuries, they might collapse without any intervention, making it unnecessary for Bi Fang to continue risking an engagement.
Sure enough, as Ved reached the end of the Short Spear, his complexion became paler than before, his face drenched in sweat as if he had just been fished out of water.
And just as Ved moved a small step forward to finally free himself from the restraint of the Short Spear, a surge of intense pain nearly brought the sturdy man to his knees.
At that moment, Bi Fang, who was hidden behind the tree, suddenly lunged to the side. He wasn't attacking Ved while he was breaking free; instead, his instincts had suddenly sent him a warning!
Ved endured the pain and took the opportunity to aim and shoot.
To the audience's shock, they suddenly realized that two shots were fired from different directions!
The drone camera quickly locked on, and it was the seemingly simple-minded white man who had been sitting on the ground!
Everyone had underestimated the dentist who had paid to hunt the Lion King. Indeed, he had been frightened into immobility, not from stupidity, but to avoid drawing Bi Fang's attention and appear less threatening.
Seeing his expensive Hunter also losing and in a predicament, Palmer had no choice but to stop pretending to be dead. Taking advantage of the confrontation between his enemy and Ved, he secretly reached for the guide's pistol at his waist.
If possible, he would have preferred to continue acting the fool, but Palmer knew that once he was caught, he would face decades in prison, possibly in the same cell as a group of black inmates, which was unbearable for him.
Unfortunately, Palmer's archery was poor and his shooting was worse, especially since he was facing a "Superhuman" who could sense danger in advance.
The only concern was Ved, but with the trees' cover, all Bi Fang needed to do was dodge away from Ved to avoid all attacks.
As a result, not only did Palmer miss with his shot, but he also successfully drew Bi Fang's attention.
"I surrender!"
Seeing the situation, Palmer immediately threw away his pistol and lay prostrate on the ground, shouting his surrender.
Unfortunately for him, Bi Fang was far from a saint. He had previously spared Palmer simply because Ved was a more significant threat. Now, without hesitation, he awarded a Short Spear as a "gift" for Palmer's surrender.
Ved only saw a Short Spear flying out from the bushes, followed by a scream, as the dentist's hand was pinned down to the ground.
The adversary's spear-throwing was even more accurate than his shooting!
A chill ran down Ved's spine, but when he saw a dark figure charging out of the bushes toward him, he knew.
He was next!