I was an apprentice in Ferren

Chapter 160 The Bear Hunt (Part 2)

DuPont was unaware of the others' casual conversation. At that moment, he was shirtless, squatting on the damp spruce branch, observing the situation 100 meters away.

The mornings in the mountains are a little cool, and the white mist exhaled floats slowly but disappears quickly into the air.

The giant bear was leisurely licking its front paws. After finishing its meal, it went to the nearby lake to clean itself, and the splashing water droplets scattered like diamonds in the morning light.

Even just sitting there playing in the water, its shoulder height is almost that of an adult male, and its paws are much wider than DuPont's face. Getting hit by one would likely have extremely serious consequences, especially since he has lost his magical equipment. Even with his innate defensive ability, his defense is only 15 points, which is not enough in front of a giant bear with a strength of over 20 points.

However, since even novice barbarians can hunt bears, his is just a bit too big. With his level 5 combat skills, it shouldn't be a problem.

After all, his cheap teacher wouldn't trick him into coming to his death, would he?
Dupont was unaware that Man Shi had seriously misjudged his own strength. He had already sheathed his longsword and was patiently picking up a few decent branches from the dead branches on the ground with a dagger, trying to carve out a respectable javelin.

Or rather, a javelin.

This is one of the most lethal weapons of the terrifying upright ape besides the spear. Even in the 21st century, it is still used by some primitive tribes on the grasslands as a reliable weapon for hunting lions and elephants. Its lethality is in no way inferior to that of bows and arrows, which require skill, and exquisite crossbows.

The biggest drawback is its incredibly short range; even with DuPont's training in basic weapons, he couldn't guarantee a hit beyond 20 yards.

But something is better than nothing. After making four doses, DuPont was already 30 meters in front of the giant bear. The giant bear ignored DuPont and was still immersed in its happy bath.

This two-legged creature was hardly worth its attention. If the other party were smart, it should have taken advantage of its full meal and left while it was too lazy to bother with it, lest it kill the creature and attract more of the same kind of two-legged creatures to hunt it down.

However, this two-legged creature was clearly foolish, actually throwing stones at it. The giant bear twitched its ears, calmly ducked to avoid this weak sneak attack, and even shifted its rear end, pretending not to have noticed anything.

Having grown to this size, the giant bear must have lived a long time. It knows very well who the truly formidable creatures in this mountain range are, and it really doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

However, the next second, that wretched two-legged beast casually froze the river water beside it. The cold touch and the sudden appearance of the ice made the giant bear feel a sense of crisis. It could no longer pretend to be stupid and let out a threatening roar at the two-legged beast in front of it.

However, the wretched creature was clearly not afraid and threw stones at it again.

The force and speed of the pebble were much greater this time, and the giant bear couldn't dodge it. Although it didn't hurt or itch when it hit its fur, the giant bear was still enraged.

Whose little brat is so ungrateful? Does he really think I'm one of those cowardly black-furred creatures?
As he watched the figure flash by, DuPont felt only one word: fast!

He threw the first javelin at the enormous bear's head, and without even looking at the result, he got up and ran.

In this world, strength is the direct attribute that determines speed and explosive power.

The giant bear turned its head to dodge the javelin aimed at its eyes, letting the sharp point pierce its chest fur. The wooden tip of the javelin only caused it a slight pain. Enraged, it ignored the javelin and charged forward, letting the javelin remain embedded in its body.

Seeing this, DuPont cursed inwardly and took off running along the riverbank.

Although it successfully hit the target and pierced the bear's hide, it probably didn't even penetrate the bear's fat layer, so expecting massive bleeding was out of the question.

Ladies, where did you find such an obese guy?!

Fortunately, the soft sand along the riverbank prevented the bear from fully displaying its explosive power, but where would I find the opportunity for my next attack?
Are we supposed to outlast this bear and exhaust it to death?
As the crowd watched from a distance as the man and the bear began to fight, they all perked up: "This kid is fast enough, but can a man outrun a bear?"

“Normally, this wouldn’t work in the mountains or forests, but this kid chose a good terrain and didn’t rush into anything. It’s hard to say based on endurance alone.” The druid glanced at him and said, “However, these conditions seem too harsh. DuPont has no winning strategy at all. It’s probably unlikely that he can bleed his opponent to death with this makeshift weapon he made on the spot.”

Moonflower was somewhat worried, even though DuPont's muscles were jiggling powerfully, and the lines of his muscles looked very pleasing to the eye: "I think they seem to be getting closer and closer. They might catch up in less than 10 seconds. It's really not okay to not wear equipment, is it?"

After hearing this, Man Shi scratched his unshaven cheek and said, "Forget it, this kid is tough and won't die. Let's see if he can think of any other solutions."

The Sun Elf looked at the Savage Stone: "So, in your experience, Master, DuPont has almost no winning strategy right now?"

"It is a bit difficult," the barbarian readily admitted. "How about we let the other side use magical equipment? Otherwise, they might get slapped to death in a few slaps."

“He probably won’t have time to put on his armor. Even if he changes into a weapon, he’s at a disadvantage in terms of rhythm and can only fight to the death, trading blows.” The Sun Elf looked at the Druid: “At that point, he probably won’t be able to hold back, and he won’t be able to keep his distance from killing. I’m afraid he won’t be able to pass this trial.” The couple’s faces were rather grim. The Druid couldn’t help but secretly stomp on the Wild Stone and glared at it fiercely: You even overlooked such a small thing. What kind of master are you?

Man Shi was speechless, but he couldn't refute it either.

These kinds of details are never his concern. Didn't you find such a big bear?
However, while the two were blaming each other, Yuehua suddenly noticed something was wrong: "Hey, look, DuPont seems to be freezing the lake. Could it be that he has other tactics up his sleeve?"

The Sun Elf glanced at it but felt it was somewhat unreliable: "He seems to be using the Cold Ray to freeze the lake, but the weather is quite hot now. Even though it's cold in the mountains, it's still over ten degrees Celsius. This small lake also has flowing water. It's hard to say whether the ice block he's creating with this trick will be a meter thick at a time. It will probably melt completely in less than half an hour. It's impossible to freeze the lake with just a zero-ring trick."

The druid nodded. As a spellcaster who utilized natural energy, she understood the current situation better: "It can probably only last for 20 minutes. The thickness is probably enough to withstand his weight, but it would break at the slightest touch for this bear. It's probably not suitable as an obstacle or a frost trap."

"So he wanted to escape to the middle of the lake, where it's deeper and the bear has nowhere to grab hold. If he were swimming, he probably wouldn't be able to use even half his strength."

"That won't work. DuPont only froze the shallower areas. If the deeper areas were frozen, the bear probably wouldn't chase after us. If we were to get it into the lake, DuPont wouldn't be able to beat a brown bear, a swimming champion, in the water. It would be a death sentence. It doesn't meet the standard for a challenge and the risk is too great. It's better to choose the method of exhausting ourselves."

As they spoke, the distance between the man and the bear closed, and the giant paw came down. DuPont heard the sound of the wind behind him, turned around, and used his spear to block. The carrying pole that had carried the 500-pound wooden barrel last night was directly broken by the giant paw, and three bloody marks appeared on DuPont's chest. Instantly, his body was covered in blood.

The pain contorted DuPont's face, and he roared as he thrust the broken spear into the crescent-shaped white fur on the bear's chest, which resembled a death flag. However, due to the thick layer of fat, the spear only penetrated less than two inches and could not reach the bear's vital organs.

Damn it, this is supposed to be the heart that's going to kill you with one blow, but it's all chest fat here!

He rolled away to dodge the giant bear's second claw attack, took out a second javelin from his spatial bag, and then turned and ran.

This giant bear has thick skin and runs fast, but its turning speed is ultimately somewhat slow. If you don't take advantage of this time to get into a close fight, it's practically the same as courting death.

In the blink of an eye, he was already 10 meters away. DuPont continued to freeze the ice surface. When six ice floes, each about three meters wide, appeared on the lake, he leaped onto them with all his might. However, the unstable ice surface was not a foothold at all. Due to inertia, he pounced onto the second ice floe before he was able to stand firmly.

The lake water was a bit cold in the morning, but that was no problem for a giant bear. The sound of water behind him told DuPont that the bear had caught up. He threw the javelin again and ran forward without caring whether it hit or not.

Even the newly made ice blocks couldn't stop the giant bear's advance. With a single claw, it shattered the floating ice. The force of its movement was so great that even the javelin that had been stuck in its body was carried away by the current. It charged forward bravely, determined to teach this two-legged man a lesson.

But the lake water eventually slowed it down, and the rippling crimson color also reduced its power from its peak. It couldn't even break the fourth block of ice in front of it, panting heavily as it pushed it aside.

But at that moment, DuPont unexpectedly turned back. He leaped over the bear's head, dodging its claws, and plunged the third javelin into the bear's ear.

This is one of the three vital points of the brown bear that he found in the monster encyclopedia. The first is the crescent moon on its chest, which is said to be behind the heart. The second is the eyes, but you will also face the threat of the brown bear directly, and the bear will also be intentionally protected by it.

The ears are the most vulnerable part of a brown bear's skull.

With a single blow, the giant bear let out a deafening roar, but compared to its initial ferocity, it now carried a hint of pain and panic. It turned around, intending to kill the two-legged beast that was even harder to catch than a fish, but its body staggered and it fell directly into the lake.

Undeterred, it launched another fierce attack, attempting to catch the fleeing two-legged beast, but for some reason, it chased further and further away, veering off course dramatically.

The unknown and helplessness made this ferocious beast, which was over two meters tall, feel the fear of its childhood. Back then, it needed to rely on its mother to catch food and was even teased by the fish. At that time, it could only rage helplessly, pounding the water, but it could not do anything to those creatures.

Just like myself right now.

It didn't like this feeling, especially with a creature nearby that could potentially threaten its life.

Its rear end was pierced again, but the giant bear didn't bother to chase after its prey. After letting out a threatening roar, it staggered to the riverbank and fled into the jungle.

Only after the honey-gold figure completely disappeared did DuPont breathe a sigh of relief, slump down on the riverbank, and take out his healing staff.

The bear head badge in his storage bag was shining brightly.

(End of this chapter)