Chapter 20: Fierce Battle with the Lynx

  The mole's countermeasures against the wooden barrel trap left Wang Yang vexed and unsure of whether to act or not.

  At this moment, he missed the existence of the rope. If there was a rope tied to the branch, all he needed to do was pull it gently and the wooden bucket would come down.

  Only he had leather straps but no rope.

  It's not the modern elastic belt, but rather animal hides that have been dried and cut into strips.

  This leather belt is too hard and brittle to be processed, can only be used as a casual belt, and it's not durable at all. It breaks easily, let alone tying knots, even folding it in half will cause it to break.

  It can only be wrapped around in a circle, either around the waist or around the legs, and then nailed with two centimeter wooden thorns prepared in advance as a belt, or fixed on the tree when resting.

  Of course, with the rope, there is no need for low-level traps like wooden barrels, and more advanced traps can be made.

  By then, safely capturing large animals was no longer a fantasy.

  Where did the rope under your eyes come from?

  Just as Wang Yang was about to give up, a small unexpected event occurred.

  A badger suddenly appeared from nowhere, staring at the mole with a dim gaze, and cautiously paying attention to Wang Yang.

  It seemed to have caught a whiff of the weasel's scent, and the mole sprang into action, shaking its paws, causing the wooden bucket to tremble, and the supporting branches lost their balance, making a loud noise as it was plunged into darkness.

  Wang Yang looked at the pheasant, swallowed his saliva, and felt dry mouth and tongue, extremely entangled.

  These animals are very bad-tempered, equivalent to several times larger cats. The most recognizable part of their appearance is that their ears stand very high, and on the top of their ears, there will be two sharp hairs growing.

  They possess extremely strong individual hunting ability, like to live alone, like a wandering poet, wherever they go, can play out a wonderful death chapter.

  Climbing trees, swimming, all are no longer an issue.

  The head of this lynx, roughly estimated to be around 70 kilograms, body length about 1.1 meters, and height approximately 80 centimeters, is a typical adult individual.

  Only mentioning numbers may make it hard to imagine what concept it is. Simply put, it's a top seed player who is slightly shorter than Wang Yang, slightly lighter in weight, and superior in speed.

  Wang Yang's prospects for going up are bleak, with more bad luck than good.

  It's not just that it runs fast, but its endurance is terrifying. It can chase for tens of kilometers in one breath. Not participating in a marathon would be a waste of its ability.

  Suddenly, a formidable enemy of his prey appeared, and Wang Yang looked at the saber-toothed beast with disdain.

  "This is your territory, how did you let a wolf in?"

  Wang Yang wasn't quite sure if this raccoon dog was the same one that had eaten his wild boar last time, anyway they were all not good things.

  Squinting his eyes, Wang Yang observed carefully.

  The lynx stood on the left side of Wang Yang, twenty meters away from the wooden barrel, its ear tips trembling slightly, its long black eyes deep and unfathomable, standing among the shrubs, its gaze flashing without a flicker.

  The mole in the wooden bucket was extremely panicked, feeling two threats nearby but unable to see them, surrounded by thick walls, jumping up couldn't reach the top, and could only move the wooden bucket bit by bit with all its might.

  Wang Yang saw that You Yu had no movement and couldn't help but quickly calculate the difference between himself and his opponent.

  Nowadays, although I'm not fully developed, I don't lose to adults in terms of agility and speed. Compared to modern people, most of them absolutely can't run as fast as me.

  I'm also quite good at running myself.

  If I were to charge forward now, I would definitely be able to give the mole a few knives before facing the weasel.

  Relying on a long spear in one hand and a bone spike in the other, it has some defensive power and won't be too embarrassed. It has the opportunity to take away prey.

  And judging from the cautious and hesitant look of the raccoon dog, it's probably also uncertain whether to take action. After all, they may go hungry for several days, and one meal is not a big deal.

  In this way, one has not only a psychological advantage but also an advantageous position.

  Although leopards can climb trees, as long as you are in charge and coordinate with the length of the wooden spear, you can rest assured.

  Thinking of this, Wang Yang didn't say another word, one hand holding a wooden spear and the other hand holding a bone awl, jumped down from the tree and quickly rushed towards the wooden barrel.

  He realized that he absolutely could not sit and wait for death, couldn't let the last time's food being taken happen again, must take the initiative to attack.

  He ran to the edge of the wooden bucket, pressed down on it, pried open a small gap, and stabbed wildly inside with his bone spurs.

  With his movements, the mole struggled frantically in the wooden bucket, "thud thud thud" knocking against the bucket with increasing loudness.

  After a dozen or so movements, he stopped moving and the wooden bucket also fell silent.

  Throughout the whole process, he kept his eyes fixed on the pheasant.

  The leopard stood in the thicket, its black and yellow spots providing excellent camouflage, just as it had from the moment it appeared, without making a single sound.

  Its eyes were deep and still.

  Wang Yang did not dare to make any sudden movements, and put the bone spur away, tucking it into his waist. At the same time, he took out a stone awl, preparing to climb the tree quickly.

  After about three or four minutes, Wang Yang felt it was unnecessary to continue staring at each other with deep affection, so he opened the wooden bucket and wanted to hold onto the dead mole.

  Who would have thought that at this moment, the mole would come back to life and with a burst of speed, it ran towards the weasel.

  "My goodness! They're all actors!"

  Wang Yang had lost interest in the animal IQ of this era, as if all were pretending to be dead. He saw a weasel at this time making a sudden jump and pouncing on a mole in an instant.

  Almost like a conditioned reflex, he let out a loud roar and charged forward with his wooden spear.

  The mole saw that it had rushed in the wrong direction and immediately turned around and ran to the right.

  The wolf naturally follows it and runs.

  Wang Yang didn't need to say anything more. He was now three meters away from the mole and ten meters away from the weasel, and his time was probably running out.

  Thinking of this, he accelerated again, and the long spear in his hand stabbed forward fiercely.

  "Plop!"

  This blow was perfect and pierced the mole through.

  Suddenly, Wang Yang's mind was distracted for half a second.

  In this half second, the situation changed drastically.

  That civet cat had not used all its speed, after Wang Yang's attack succeeded, it suddenly tripled its speed, and in the blink of an eye, it jumped into mid-air and pounced on Wang Yang.

  "Meow!"

  The civet cat finally made its first sound, a low and rumbling voice like thunder. At first listen, it sounds like an old cat that has got a severe cold and is suffering from a lost love, making it sound desolate and bleak.

  It leaped into mid-air, and finally, a hint of spirit appeared in its deep, piercing eyes. Its face was ferocious, yet it seemed to be hiding a hint of complacency.

  Wang Yang only fully understood at this time that the civet cat was not after the mole rat, but had set its sights on him! It had been treating him as its target all along, and it wasn't until he killed the mole rat that it revealed a weakness.

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