The Top Fishing
Chapter 682 - 289: A New Subject_3

Chapter 682: Chapter 289: A New Subject_3

The lures which had always signaled feeding were intentionally hidden. What was this maneuver?

The viewers in the livestreaming room couldn’t understand it, and even Eagle Xiao Bai himself was confused.

Falcons are not as smart as dogs. Unable to find the lure, Little White was still more than ten meters away from Lin Yang and started to unconsciously gain altitude, rising directly from about one meter during distant calling to over four meters.

When he flew over his head, Lin Yang neither blew the whistle nor waved the lure and looked just like a wooden man, letting Little White whizz past over his head.

Seeing Little White fly over, Lin Yang sighed in relief. Well, the first hurdle of Pan Fei had been crossed.

He feared most that Little White, accustomed to Box Hunting, might land at this juncture. If he landed, the subsequent Pan Fei would be problematic.

After sweeping past Lin Yang’s head, Little White continued to fly and after about fifty or sixty meters slightly changed direction and flew back towards him.

He was waiting, waiting for the subsequent calls of the whistle and the fake lure.

But Lin Yang still did not blow the whistle, letting him continue flying.

By now, Little White’s flying altitude had reached about twenty meters. His strong stamina made it very easy for him to fly, hardly differing from his free movement in the wild.

A few minutes later, Little White turned back again. This time his flight altitude had reached almost fifty meters, and the radius of his flight had exceeded one hundred fifty meters.

Without receiving any commands, Little White’s flying circles unconsciously kept growing larger and, in Lin Yang’s eyes, turned into a mere white dot.

Fifty meters.

Eighty meters.

One hundred meters!

Feeling the altitude was about right, Lin Yang then took out the lure again and blew the long-missing whistle sound.

The tacit understanding cultivated through joint battles allowed Little White, at the instant he heard the whistle and saw the lure, to make a decision. His wings folded in mid-air, much like a dive athlete plunging vertically from the sky.

This move was much faster than the usual low-altitude bait flying speed. Lin Yang had yet to react and control the lure when he felt it firmly grasped. Little White fluttered his wings tightly gripping the lure and landed on the ground.

Little White looked down at where the flesh used to be tied on the lure’s back while clucking, the meaning clear: "Where’s the usual meat today? Why isn’t there any?"

Lin Yang fumbled in his pocket, pulled out rabbit meat wrapped in a moist cotton cloth, which was one-third of today’s total feeding amount.

Seeing the meat, Little White immediately let go of the lure and jumped onto the rabbit skin sleeve on his arm, his feet pressing down as he began tearing into the meat ferociously, quickly swallowing the chunks into his stomach.

His crop slightly swollen again, Lin Yang casually stroked Little White’s feathers and sat down on a rock.

The barrage of extraordinary actions had already stirred up an uproar in the stream’s chat.

"Holy shit, what’s the meaning of hiding the lure? Are you not afraid of losing Little White?"

"He’s flying higher and higher, pay attention broadcaster, if he goes any higher, he’ll be out of sight."

"Only a small dot left, even if the drone camera zooms in so much, it still looks tiny."

"What are you trying to do, broadcaster? Blow the whistle? Without blowing the whistle, won’t Little White just roam freely without commands?"

Lin Yang grinned and said, "Sounds like everyone was a bit excited just now, huh?"

"More than excited, my heart almost jumped up to my throat!"

"Is this what the broadcaster mentioned in yesterday’s live broadcast about Pan Fei training? No wonder you said it’s easy to lose the falcon. If by chance some prey appears, Little White would definitely fly off to catch it, flying a few kilometers with one wing flap, losing the falcon wouldn’t be strange at all."

Lin Yang nodded, "Yes, this is Pan Fei training. I categorize the falcon’s flight into several different types, like our previous short-distance Box Hunting, where the Falcon’s most powerful wing beats accelerate the flight. I call it Major Flight, which is fast but very energy-consuming.

There’s also a type, similar to sparrows at home, where the wings flap with intervals for resting between them; I call this Minor Flight. Its speed is a bit slower, but has better endurance.

The last type is the dive flight we just saw.

This kind of flight utilizes the altitude gained to trade for extremely high speed, featuring virtually no response time for the prey and combines it with a kicking attack. For mid-to-small size prey, the lethality is extremely high.

I once saw an international documentary where a Falcon killed a mallard duck. During a high-speed dive, a single kick close to the ground broke the duck’s neck instantly."