Chapter 702 - 16: Fierce Battle with the Giant Bear
"Run, Paul!"
Fully aware of the giant bear’s lethality, Chen Zhou shouted to Paul while clutching his long spear and sprinting desperately—
The proximity was too close; he couldn’t risk throwing his long spear away.
When dealing with a cave hyena, even barehanded, he had high chances of winning. Without a weapon in hand, he believed he could still manage to kill an adult saw-toothed tiger with all his might.
But that was his limit.
His physical fitness, several times greater than that of an average human, allowed him to handle most predators. With preparation, he was confident he could take down a mammoth solo.
However, the fine-toothed giant bear wasn’t an ordinary carnivorous beast. Weighing over 1.5 tons, the absolute size difference was an insurmountable gap. Killing or fending it off would be near impossible with just a hand axe.
Chen Zhou had to ensure a safe distance between him and the fine-toothed giant bear. Otherwise, if caught by its claws once, he wouldn’t be able to escape.
As for Paul, Chen Zhou didn’t think Paul could offer any help in this battle.
More importantly, he knew that if he was badly injured or killed, Paul would likely not survive either—
Among all the challengers, Paul was probably the one with the poorest overall skills. Without him as a strong partner, Paul couldn’t compete with those powerful individuals from various worlds.
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The fine-toothed giant bear did not announce its arrival with a roar, nor did it try to intimidate with its voice.
It simply kept its mouth shut, like a silent mountain, with four paws creating heavy drumbeats as it seemingly moved slowly but actually advanced swiftly.
Paul heard Chen Zhou’s warning, but he didn’t run away.
Growing up in the vast primeval forests of Siberia, he learned how to face beasts, especially bears—
Never turn your back towards the beast, especially not when it launches an attack.
Running away is an act of cowardice.
Such behavior wouldn’t discourage the beast; instead, it would excite its hunting desire, provoking a more frenzied pursuit.
Bears, despite their bulky and seemingly clumsy appearance, can outpace humans whether uphill or downhill. Turning your back on them, you’d soon be caught and torn apart alive.
Paul, with his stature taller than an average person, was slower due to his weight. He knew he couldn’t quickly escape the bear’s attack range, so he faced the fine-toothed giant bear instead, planting the end of his spear into the ground, gripping the shaft tightly, and directing the spearhead towards the giant bear’s throat.
He hoped to lower the spearhead the moment the fine-toothed giant bear lunged, piercing through or stabbing its trachea or heart.
This would not only halt the bear’s charge but also potentially deliver a fatal blow, allowing him a slim chance of survival.
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The thought process was brief; without retreating, the seven or eight meters could be covered in an instant.
Just as Paul stuck the spear’s end into the ground and hadn’t yet adjusted the spearhead’s direction, the fine-toothed giant bear’s huge body intensified rapidly in his pupils—
The distance to Paul was less than 3 meters. Seeing its prey not running, the bear surprisingly slowed its pace.
Then, it reared up.
A wall nearly 2 meters wide and 4.5 meters high surged upwards, casting a denser shadow under the night, with only the fine-toothed giant bear’s skull-like white fur standing distinct.
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Accelerate, accelerate again!
Just a second before Chen Zhou reached the fine-toothed giant bear from behind, the bear raised its tree-trunk-like claws and its entire body collapsed towards Paul like an avalanche.
Gripping the spear shaft tightly, Paul’s heart rate skyrocketed.
He could no longer look at the beast looming overhead, only hoping that the spear could perform a miracle, sparing his life.
With the bear rearing, it was impossible to stab its throat with the spear again. Paul didn’t have the time to readjust the spearhead’s aim, nor dared he to look up at this brutal prehistoric creature.
In an instant, it seemed like ten thousand years had passed.
The spear shaft in his hands trembled violently, and the long saber fixed at the top seemed to have hit something as a warm stream of blood sprayed onto Paul’s face.
Next, accompanied by the stench of bear blood and the heat it emitted, Paul heard the spear shaft groan under unbearable pressure, and his hands struggled more to control the weapon.
Roar!
A scarlet flower bloomed in the thick black fur on its chest. The giant bear roared in fury, yet stubbornly tried to press down.
If only the spear shaft in Paul’s hands were sturdier, it might have pierced through the beast’s ribs.
But there were no "ifs." With a ton-heavy force pressing upon it, the spearhead, bound with animal skin, quickly deformed, losing its lethal power.
Soon after, the spear shaft twisted under the weight of the pressing bear.
A deep shadow engulfed Paul, his entire self caught in the bear’s control, unable to escape, relying solely on the fiber-cracking spear shaft to support this "mountain of flesh."
A narrow crack appeared from the spearhead, and it soon extended down to the butt, making the entire shaft appear as if it were about to split in two.
All he saw was bear body, all he smelled was blood, all he heard were bear roars.
Paul’s mind nearly went blank.
At this critical moment, he only heard Chen Zhou shout—
"Dodge quickly!"
Subsequently, a blurred figure emerged from afar, thrusting a spear towards the giant bear’s eye socket.
Confronted with this direct strike to a vital spot, the enraged fine-toothed giant bear had to recoil slightly, giving Chen Zhou the opportunity to save Paul.