The distance between Vic and the moose was still far, roughly about 180 ters.
At this distance, neither a bow nor a long spear could harm the moose.
Moreover, the moose was on a slightly sloped hill, separated from Vic by a forest.
The bow and arrow would be obstructed by the trees.
After pondering for a mont, Vic decisively decided to go around.
He needed to circle to the back of the slope to attack the male moose from a high position.
Aside from the terrain advantage, that side was also downwind, which could best conceal Vic’s scent.
But this maneuver left the production team sowhat frustrated.
An entire hour later.
At the top of the slope, Vic slowly peered out.
By then, Vic was already sowhat tired.
From morning to afternoon, he had spent half a day just tracking the moose.
To complete the hunt, with the moose’s physical attributes, Vic estimated that one arrow wouldn’t be enough to kill it.
He hoped to complete the hunt before nightfall.
With this thought, Vic stopped crawling behind a green stone on the slope.
At that mont, to avoid being discovered by the moose, he was almost crawling forward.
The distance now was roughly around 50 ters.
Vic squinted, estimating the distance between himself and the moose.
Truth be told, this distance was within his range for shooting arrows.
Slowly, Vic took his custom longbow off his back.
At a glance, this longbow was much stronger than the compound bows and traditional short bows used by other competitors.
Coupled with the taut bowstring and bow body.
This shot, if it hit, would surely cause so pain.
The production team staff, seeing Vic take out his bow and arrow, gradually beca interested as well.
anwhile, bets were placed on whether or not Vic could complete the hunt.
This was just a minor bet among the staff, just a al’s worth.
As for Vic.
He took a deep breath and silently prayed to all the deities he could think of.
This arrow must hit!
His eyes glead with determination, as he knelt on the ground, arduously drawing the longbow, aiming at the moose.
Vic felt his arms trembling violently.
Can’t delay any longer!
He suddenly whistled, the sharp sound breaking the forest’s silence.
The moose herd was startled by the whistle and stopped in their tracks.
The male moose, as the leader of the herd, instinctively lifted its head, exposing its most vulnerable front part.
Alerted by the whistle, it was surveying its surroundings.
But before the moose could react.
"Hit it!"
Vic shouted hysterically, releasing the bowstring.
Buzz~ Thud!
The taut bowstring suddenly relaxed, exerting its powerful force on the arrow.
The custom arrow flew out like a locust, tearing through the air, finally striking the male moose in the chest.
The male moose reacted the mont it heard the arrow.
But its size was simply too large!
Causing its initial movents to be too slow!
The arrow easily struck its body.
Apart from the pain, the moose felt sothing ominous.
This arrow’s head was specially made!
It had a bloodletting groove, causing the moose to bleed continuously, and it had barbs!
As the moose fled in pain, with one step, its body suddenly halted, and the barbs on the arrowhead embedded themselves into the moose’s muscles.
Pain!
The moose endured the agony, sprinting away with large strides.
Such a strong moose!
After loosing one arrow, Vic cursed inwardly; the shot had cost him nearly seventy percent of his strength!
But he still persisted, stood up, and began chasing the moose.
Passing by the place where the moose was shot, Vic instinctively checked the bloodstains.
Not much!
His heart tightened again.
If it hadn’t hit the organs, there would be quite a chase!
And just as Vic thought, his shot was quite impressive, but facing the moose’s thick skin and dense muscle.
The arrow ultimately hadn’t pierced the moose’s heart.
This was a shortcoming of hunting with a bow and arrow.
When faced with large prey, arrows found it difficult to penetrate their defenses.
But Vic was not discouraged and continued the pursuit.
This chase lasted for several hours...
"Yawn~"
Greg held a cup of coffee, glanced at the now almost dark sky.
"Haven’t caught up yet?"
He asked his assistant beside him.
The assistant shook his head: "He’s caught up, but... even if Vic manages to kill the moose, he might not survive safely tonight."
"After several hours, the moose has led Vic quite far. If Vic hadn’t shot another arrow an hour ago, the moose might still be running."
Listening, Greg shook his head.
"Vic’s too hasty, but never mind, keep an eye on him. If he can make it through tonight and hold on to the moose, he might endure a few more days. Have the rescue team be ready."
Hearing Greg’s words, the assistant acknowledged and imdiately made the arrangents.
anwhile, Greg leisurely went to the dining room to enjoy the special dinner prepared by the director while reviewing today’s logs.
Aside from the all-out Vic, the others hadn’t made many moves.
But...
Greg glanced at the noon records, rubbing his eyes.
Did I see that right?
During noon, he had been watching Vic’s situation.
Now, the records showed Chen Wen’s activities.
[At 13:23, Chen Wen went to Great Slave Lake with his tad wolf mink and used an ax to crack open the ice surface, stripped, and bathed without showing signs of cold.]
...
Greg drew in a sharp breath.
Seriously?
Bathing in this weather?
The champion contender I’d been rooting for?
What’s going on?
After gaining a decisive advantage, just letting go carefree?
Greg put down his delicious dinner and quickly contacted his assistant: "Get a clip of Chen Wen’s bath video from noon; I’ll check it later."
The assistant was full of questions.
Bath video?
After pondering for a mont, the assistant instinctively tightened his clothes.
Then, he realized the main issue.
Not your buddy?
Bathing in this weather?
Wanting to go ho, huh?!
...
Back to noon.
After lunch, Chen Wen took a nap.
When he woke up, he caught a whiff of himself.
A month of sweat, plus splatters from hunting and processing ga, had made him sll quite wild.
"So slly!"
Chen Wen sat up, expressing his distaste
anwhile, a month’s unshaven beard and hair had grown out.
After thinking for a mont.
Chen Wen made a decision that shocked everyone—bathe!
This wasn’t an impulsive move; he’d been contemplating it for so ti.
Even with the outside temperature at minus twenty degrees and the lake completely frozen, Chen Wen wasn’t worried about catching a cold.
Aside from the entry "Cold Resistance," he also had the entries "Proud Snow and Frost" and "Cold Water Fish."
These cold-resistant entries were his confidence for bathing.
Moreover, not bathing for a long ti had accumulated too much gri on his body, affecting his mood and health.
So, he decided to bathe.
Taking along the wolf mink, also wanting a bath, Chen Wen grabbed an axe and headed to the lakeside.
He reached a spot about 30 ters from the shore and used the axe to carve a square pool about a ter in length on each side.
Simultaneously, Chen Wen used a shovel to scoop up the floating ice.
He then disabled the drone filming, only using first-person cara, avoiding capturing his body on cara.
Afterward, he stripped off his clothes and jumped into the lake water.
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