Starting from Robinson Crusoe

He couldn’t shake the giant bear, so he could only force it back like this, and then kicked Paul away.

With this sudden kick, Paul slid over two meters on the grass, covered in bits of grass and soil.

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"Move far away, I’ll deal with it!"

Struggling to get up from the grass, Paul only heard Chen Zhou leave this sentence and then saw the figure holding a spear nimbly leap away from the bear’s paw strike.

Supported by an adrenaline rush to withstand the giant bear’s initial attack, Paul was nearly exhausted by the time he stood up.

Thinking to himself not to cause trouble for Chen Zhou, he staggered away from the battlefield in a frantic run, not daring to look back at the unfolding battle.

Paul knew he was now moving slowly, with his stamina severely depleted, and couldn’t be of any help.

At this moment, just moving farther away, so as not to worry Chen Zhou, was the greatest contribution to the fight,

...

An injured beast is more dangerous than usual.

The Fine-toothed Giant Bear, having seen its own blood, was already overwhelmed by rage, abandoning the survival instinct of living creatures to seek benefits and avoid harm, choosing instead to fight to the end with these two weak and obnoxious creatures.

Its tree-like arms frequently reached out, wanting to hug the prey into its embrace as it did during hunts, and then using brute force and its sharp teeth to kill it.

However, this damned creature was exceptionally agile, always able to deftly avoid the giant bear’s attacks, and occasionally using those strange organs to jab the bear.

...

If Paul’s adrenaline allowed him to unleash strength unavailable to him in everyday life, then Chen Zhou’s adrenaline was a mutated stimulant.

Facing a creature that could kill him at any moment, Chen Zhou had to be one hundred and twenty percent focused.

His heart was pounding, pumping blood throughout his body.

His pupils dilated, his hearing, smell, sight, reflexes, and even his instinct for danger were greatly enhanced by the adrenaline.

Now, the giant bear’s already sluggish attacks seemed in slow motion to him, and his brain, operating at full capacity, allowed him to remain clear-headed in battle like a precise computer, constantly seeking the optimal solution for combat.

But no matter how, he was still flesh and blood, in this uneven gamble, he might triumph a thousand times, yet the bear only needed one victory to claim his life.

...

In the distance, the campfire cast dancing shadows of a man and bear, projecting onto a mound, like some primitive and wild ritual.

Unbeknownst to him, the Giant Hyena stopped its retreat, standing at a distance, witnessing the duel between man and beast.

Chen Zhou, this extraordinary human, this individual who dared to attack them alone, was indeed remarkable.

The Giant Hyena Queen had never encountered such "prey" or rather hunter.

Probably inside its enormous head, it was proud of its wise choice—

If it hadn’t led the pack to actively leave the battlefield and dismantle the conflict, its members might have suffered heavy casualties.

...

During the battle, Chen Zhou didn’t have the luxury to care about how the wild animals around him were observing him, and what they thought.

He deftly dodged again and again, then precisely thrust his spear forward.

The Space-Time Administration Bureau’s hunting grounds provided strong predators with ample food, especially for creatures like the Fine-toothed Giant Bear who sit at the top of the food chain with no natural enemies, allowing them to gorge and store autumn fat at an unmatched rate.

With several centimeters of thick fur and subcutaneous fat layers, the spear tips made from shurikens poked the chest of the Fine-toothed Giant Bear multiple times, piercing its fur to hit its ribs, causing no lethal damage.

At this moment, Chen Zhou only regretted that his weapon was tipped with shuriken and not Paul’s long saber-tipped spear, for if swapped, he would have pierced through the bear’s ribs by now, rendering it mostly combat-ineffective.

...

As time dragged on unknowingly close to five minutes.

Frequent explosive attacks left the Fine-toothed Giant Bear visibly exhausted.

The various wounds on its chest ached with every sway of its forepaws or short sprints on all fours.

The flowing blood seemed to drain the boundless power from its body, finally clearing its rather clouded head, and its aggression gradually diminished, though it continued to attack externally, inwardly it already displayed an intent to withdraw from the battlefield.

...

Five minutes were enough to cause a densely furred beast to encounter issues with heat dissipation.

However, to Chen Zhou, the warm-up had just begun—

The densely packed sweat glands of humans endowed him with an exceptional ability to dissipate heat, and excellent thermal regulation meant greater endurance in battle.

While most humans might collapse under the whirlwind-like assault of the Fine-toothed Giant Bear, enduring through this wave after wave of attack would reveal the dawn of victory.

The spear shifted from thrusting to slicing, repeatedly spearing into the fur beneath the bear’s shoulders, neck, or foreleg, then leveraging the blade’s edge to peel away the fur, creating narrow and deep gashes with just a single action.

With more and more blood lost, the Fine-toothed Giant Bear ceased roaring, nor did it continue its assault.

It shook its head, slowly retreating—

The wounds were too many, with victory still far out of reach. It saw no hope of successful hunting, only sensing the call of the Grim Reaper.

Its survival instincts told it, it must leave.