High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 30 A Dilemma?

"Danger zone?"

This was the first time Chen Fan had heard this name.

"Um."

The bald man turned around, glanced at Chen Fan, and said, "Remember the armored rhinoceros we encountered on the road yesterday? That kind of beast is not uncommon here. The number of mid-level carnivorous ferocious beasts has also increased dramatically. In fact, if you're unlucky, you might even encounter high-level ferocious beasts."

"A high-level ferocious beast..."

Chen Fan gasped.

So-called high-level ferocious beasts are usually three or four meters tall or larger, and often have the power to destroy a small human camp. They are extremely aggressive!

It is said that in the past, many small villages were wiped out overnight because they were targeted by high-level ferocious beasts that crashed through the walls at night to enter.

"Let's turn back and look around somewhere else."

Chen Guodong glanced ahead with lingering fear; all this experience had been gained at the cost of human lives.

The group headed southeast.

"Is it a bit boring?"

The bald man smiled at Chen Fan.

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. He felt that his entire back was soaked with sweat, sticking to his body and making him extremely uncomfortable.

"This is the norm when we go out hunting."

The bald man comforted him, saying, "In the past, we would travel all day and not see a single prey. Sometimes we would spot one, but it would vanish in a flash."

"Yes, yesterday's was pure luck. Of course, it was also because of your excellent archery skills, Xiao Fan. Otherwise, even if we saw it, it wouldn't have mattered," a middle-aged man with a big nose said with a wry smile.

"So that's how it is."

Chen Fan also showed a wry smile. It seemed that he had set his expectations too high and had taken the initiative, making improving his proficiency in [Basic Archery] his main purpose for going hunting.

Hopefully, today will be fruitful...

He sighed inwardly and glanced back unconsciously at the place that Uncle Liu and the others called the "danger zone." There should be plenty of prey there, right? But with his current strength, it was still too dangerous.

Then, the group chatted idly, making small talk.

I don't know how much time had passed, but a few small black dots appeared two or three hundred meters ahead.

Chen Fan saw it too.

Everyone's spirits immediately lifted, and they quickened their pace to approach. When they were about a hundred meters away, strange expressions appeared on their faces.

Two gray steppe wolves were attacking a lone bull. The bull seemed to be underage, not much bigger than the wolves, and had horns the size of an arm. It charged left and right, trying to gore one of the wolves to death.

However, the two steppe wolves worked together perfectly, one drawing attention while the other launched a sneak attack, specifically targeting the other's soft underbelly.

When Chen Fan and his group arrived, the bull calf was already bleeding profusely, its intestines spilling out and blood splattered all over the ground. Clearly, it was about to run out of strength.

Just then, the two steppe wolves that had launched the attack noticed the group and immediately ran away warily, their eyes fixed on their prey and the people.

The bull, meanwhile, stood there, swaying precariously.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, as if to say, "Is this for real? Are we dreaming?"

"How so?"

The bald man coughed twice and said, "Should we take this wild bull? Or should we take it?"

"Hahaha."

The rest of the people burst into laughter.

"Is there even a need to say anything? Of course we'll accept it; it's a gift from God."

"That's right. Maybe it couldn't bear to see us come all this way empty-handed. My goodness, this bull, even though it's not fully grown yet, must weigh at least 200 pounds. Beef, I couldn't afford it ten years ago."

"Hahaha, we really have to thank those two beasts for working for us."

Chen Guodong remained quiet, his brows furrowed.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Chen Fan was initially quite happy, but upon seeing the former's expression, he asked in confusion.

"It's nothing."

Chen Guodong shook his head, looked at the bull that was about to bleed to death, and asked, "Xiao Fan, give it a quick death."

"Um."

Chen Fan nodded, and surrounded by the crowd, walked about thirty or forty meters away and shot an arrow.

The bull was completely unaware of its surroundings and fell to the ground as if it had been aimed at a fixed target.

He glanced at the [Basic Archery] proficiency level; it was less than 1%, which was a bit low.

The good news is that I received 5 experience points, bringing my total to 8.

As he pondered this, he looked into the distance and saw that the two desert wolves were still staring intently at them and his group.

"It's a bit far, over 150 meters away. Those two beasts are so cunning."

A flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes.

Even with a bow with an 80-pound draw weight on your back, it's difficult to hit a target from 100 meters away, and even if you do hit, the lethality is limited.

The others weren't idle either; they quickly began dismembering their prey, preparing to drag it away.

Chen Guodong frowned. He also noticed that the two desert wolves had been watching them, clearly unwilling to let their prey be snatched away.

This wasteland wolf is a ferocious beast with a strong sense of revenge, and I'm afraid it won't let this go easily.

"That's enough for today's hunt."

He said, "I had a bad feeling about this. Besides, if we could just drag this prey back to the village, the harvest would already be quite substantial."

"Um."

Everyone agreed.

This was all free, what's there to be dissatisfied about?

On the wasteland, the group walked back. A hundred or two meters later, two gray figures followed closely behind, like leeches that couldn't be shaken off.

Chen Fan also tried to take the initiative, but as soon as he chased, the two wasteland wolves would run back. He would go back, and they would come back. He had figured out how to advance when the enemy retreats and retreat when the enemy advances.

"Oh shit!"

Chen Fan cursed inwardly.

These bastards, how can they be so cunning? He even wondered if they had developed intelligence.

The range is still not far enough. If it were a bow with a draw weight of 100 jin, it could blow their heads off with a single arrow from 200 meters away.

"Guodong,"

The bald man's expression also turned serious. He glanced at the two wolves and said, "Do you think these two beasts might be gathering their companions?"

"Very likely."

Chen Guodong nodded solemnly, "This is what I was worried about at the beginning. These wasteland wolves like to move in groups, so it's a bit strange that these two are alone. Now, judging from their appearance, they are reluctant to give up, probably waiting for the main force to come."

"What?!"

"What... what should we do?"

Upon hearing this, the others in the group panicked.

They wouldn't even be bothered by two or three, or even four or five desert wolves. With weapons in hand and a numerical advantage, they would at most suffer some injuries.

But if a large group of ten or twenty comes, then it will be dangerous.

It's clearly not worth taking such a big risk for a single prey.

But if it's so easy to say, and the benefits are readily available, who would be willing to give them up so easily?

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Chen Guodong. The time to test the team leader had arrived!

(End of this chapter)