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Chapter 822: 805 The Charm of That Kick

Chapter 822: Chapter 805 The Charm of That Kick

“Haha, brothers, Little White’s first battle, a success!” Seeing this scene, Yue Feng laughed happily.

The camera zoomed in from mid-air and quickly gave a close-up of Little White.

After the fierce struggle, Little White was panting heavily with its beak wide open, its iron claws gripping the swan’s neck tightly, bright red blood splattering everywhere from where the feathers were plucked. The scene, rather than being gory, gave the viewers a sense of wilderness and primitiveness.

Witnessing everything firsthand, Yue Feng felt the blood in his chest burning, the feeling was simply amazing.

For hundreds or thousands of years, the ancestors used this method to capture swans, those large birds that are hard to approach, collecting swan down, more precious than gold, to make the Great Banner to present to the emperors of the time. Now, Yue Feng, relying on his cooperation with Little White, successfully recreated the grand scene of the ancient swan hunt.

“Holy shit, holy shit, damn it!”

“This is too exhilarating, awesome, thrilling! I don’t even know how to describe it!”

“No way, does anyone know where eagle hunting is legal abroad? I can’t resist, I must experience it myself!”

The public chat was completely covered by exclamatory comments, this was a brand-new experience, completely different from playing games or messing around.

If watching this kind of wilderness survival live broadcast has an experience value of 1, the recent shot of the Haidong Qing hunting swan boosted the experience directly to 10, a tenfold increase.

In a public class at a university in the country, a young guy in his early twenties with headphones on was squatting in the back row watching his phone, just catching the scene from Yue Feng’s live broadcast.

“Little White is awesome! Brother Feng is epic!”

After saying this, more than a hundred people in the classroom turned their heads in unison in the direction of the sound.

The teacher who was writing on the blackboard turned angrily: “Zhang Wenyu, what’s all the shouting for, who’s Little White, and who’s Brother Feng? We’re in class, how are they awesome!”

The whole class burst into laughter.

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At the scene of the slaughter, Little White had basically finished the battle, the high-altitude climbing plus the intense ground struggle had severely drained Little White’s stamina, at this moment its beak was wide open, wings fully spread maintaining balance, occasionally responding to the prey’s occasional resistance.

Yue Feng was squatting about seven or eight meters away watching for a while, confirming that Little White had completely subdued the prey, he crouched and approached.

This time he didn’t use a lure to swap out the prey, but instead took out a hunting knife, slicing horizontally at the swan’s throat at the trachea below the chin, then moved the knife point downwards, naturally cutting a long opening under the neck, peeling back a large section of the skin, revealing vibrant flesh.

Blowing the whistle, encouraging the feeding!

The swan’s neck feathers were much thicker and sturdier than they appeared, with the feather roots deeply embedded under the skin. Little White had worked for a while and only managed to pluck a small section.

But Yue Feng, with three quick strokes, cleared the feeding area.

This was the honor Little White deserved, Yue Feng whistled the feeding call, and Little White bent its head to tear the flesh with large bites.

For this level of battle, at most, Little White could handle one or two times a day. Considering it’s the first official hunt, Yue Feng didn’t plan to continue having Little White hunt today. Instead, he let Little White feed fully, enjoying the glory of victory.

Based on this consideration, Yue Feng allowed Little White to continue eating until the neck section was almost chewed down to bare bones with its crop bulging high, then stopped.

Looking at Little White again, without Yue Feng deliberately smearing it, its head, beak, and chest were covered in swan blood, simply a war god exuding killing intent.

“Brothers! Little White’s stamina has basically recovered to its Peak State, but when it comes to hunting cygnets, the technical precision is still lacking, especially the vital high-altitude dive strike, it lacked accuracy, not a one-hit kill! Little White is already full, let’s take a look where its first kick landed!”

As Yue Feng spoke, he placed a hood on Little White and put it aside.

Then, using both hands, he lifted the plump swan.

Only when holding it, did everyone realize how large the cygnet was.

This was a sub-adult male swan, with wingspan over 1.2 meters, weighing over 12 pounds. Besides the long neck being gnawed unpleasingly by Little White, the other parts were almost perfectly intact.

Upon close inspection, it was found that the swan’s feathers were very dense, under the outer feathers was thick down, Yue Feng rummaged between the down for a while, and soon the camera focused on the spot where Little White first attacked.

This spot was located on the left side of the back at the connection between the swan’s neck and its body, the smooth feathers here were obviously missing a patch, appearing as a noticeable dent. Yue Feng pulled back the missing feathers, revealing the spot of impact.

On the yellowish-pink skin surface, there was a bruise about the size of an adult’s fist, though the prey was dead, the bruise was still there, with a very apparent blood mark effect.

“Holy crap, such a large mark. Wasn’t it just one kick?”

“In previous hunts like grouse or rabbits, the spots where they got kicked didn’t seem this terrifying?”

“Is this the kind of damage caused by a high-speed dive lethal strike? Terrifying!”

Yue Feng nodded, his right arm naturally lying across Little White’s chest, Little White, feeling its proximity, habitually climbed onto Yue Feng’s arm with blindfolded eyes.

Yue Feng gently stroked Little White’s left claw, feeling the touch, Little White lifted its entire left claw, exposing the structure underneath to the camera.

Pointing to a bulge in Little White’s paw pad, Yue Feng explained: “Different species of raptors have subtle differences in claw structure! Eagles have the strongest grip, followed by hawks, and then falcons!

But the structure of falcons differs slightly from other raptors! On the bottom of their paws, there’s a very thick pad, a professional term for this I don’t know, but many old hunters like to call it the ‘tiger paw.’ It’s structurally connected to the entire leg bone, allowing for hard strikes during high-speed flight without injury!

Frankly speaking, a strike from a 200-meter altitude in a fast dive isn’t much weaker than a normal adult’s punch strike! Little White can easily take a dominant position in ground skirmishes, actually directly related to the heavy injury suffered by the prey after a kick! The flaw is, the strike location wasn’t precise enough, improvements are needed!”

“I understood, and learned something, but there’s one thing I didn’t quite grasp, the swan had already landed, why not assist Little White to finish the battle quickly?”

“I noticed that too, Brother Feng, could you explain?”

“I also want to know, back when catching that old rabbit on the ground, Brother Feng quickly helped finish it!”

“+1”

Yue Feng: “That’s a good question! Since everyone wants to know, let’s talk about it!”