Starting from Robinson Crusoe

After leaving the battlefield, as long as it can scare away a beast smaller than itself, it can take away the hard-won spoils.

With food, it can survive, and once its wounds heal, it will remain the unrestrained lord of the land.

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Several hoarse roars burst from its throat; the Fine-toothed Giant Bear looked fierce but was cowardly inside. Although its voice was full of anger, its body kept retreating.

It hoped this slender and agile terrifying prey would let it leave, just like those of its kind that would voluntarily admit defeat and leave during mating season.

However, Chen Zhou was already filled with murderous intent—

This battle could have stopped when they first met, could have stopped when the Fine-toothed Giant Bear passed by the campfire, or even when it began the fight and gained the upper hand, but it could absolutely not stop now.

On the isolated island, he once caught a big fish with great difficulty, only to have it slap him on the face with its tail and slip back into the water just as he dragged it ashore.

If he let this bear escape today, how would it differ from fishing?

Gripping a long spear made slippery from absorbing too much bear blood, Chen Zhou relentlessly chased after it.

The giant bear had turned from facing him head-on to confronting him sideways, lacking much ability to resist, and Chen Zhou’s spear pierced the bear’s lower back, for the first time deeply entering its body.

The pained Fine-toothed Giant Bear let out a howl, its body twisting with a speed unfitting its weight, as its right paw swung with a foul wind, aiming for Chen Zhou’s head—

It was trying to feign weakness, hoping to retreat as a lure, inducing the enemy to attack, then landing a fatal blow.

The spear was already halfway into the bear’s body, and Chen Zhou still held the lower half of the shaft. If he wished to dodge now, he couldn’t continue to hold the spear, much less try to forcibly pull it out; there was no time.

But if he abandoned the spear and fled, he would lose the only long weapon he had.

At the critical moment, without much thought, Chen Zhou decisively let go of the spear and jumped back.

The broad claws of the bear barely grazed his forehead, lifting strands of hair in the wind of the paw.

At the same time, the Hand Axe at Chen Zhou’s waist loosened, the heavy axe head pulling the handle downward, and after releasing from the strap, Chen Zhou caught it steadily in his hand.

Unable to control the inertia of its turning attack, the bear’s enormous body traced a slow arc, the giant paw that had been overhead fell towards the ground.

And the Hand Axe was somehow already raised.

A flash of cold light, followed by a spray of blood.

With all his might, Chen Zhou wielded the Hand Axe like breaking through bamboo, severing four toes of the Fine-toothed Giant Bear in a row, slicing off the last claw’s nail, nearly removing half of the bear’s front paw.

Argh~ Argh!

The pain had never been so intense before, the Fine-toothed Giant Bear roared, as soon as the mutilated front leg touched the ground, it lifted it as if shocked—

It had turned into a "three-legged bear."

Now it had no time to worry about what that terrifying enemy was doing, as its brain was deeply submerged in the pain of losing its claws.

Chen Zhou had already circled to its rear, slightly bent his knees, and leaped powerfully.

Leaving a deep footprint in the grass, he kicked off from the bear’s rump for extra force, re-gripping the spear shaft, and thrusting it downward with might.

The spear tip, surrounded by the bear’s organs, pierced like entering an unguarded realm, tearing through intestines, breaking through all obstacles, continuing downward.

Until the shuriken soaked in fat and blood pierced through the skin on the other side, emerging through the body, did the bear finally collapse with a despairing wail.