The Top Fishing
Chapter 691 - 292: Encounter with Wolf Weasel_3

Chapter 691: Chapter 292: Encounter with Wolf Weasel_3

For the Little Swans, other than humans, they really don’t have many natural predators, just a few large hawks that might prey on swans under normal circumstances.

These wild birds are quite smart, at least in Lin Yang’s eyes, they seem more reliable today than when they first came over yesterday.

However, huddling together has a very limited effect and can’t completely compensate for his newly researched method of driving them away with a sling.

Little White, who had already taken to the sky, was still vigorously climbing without having received the signal to attack, but it seemed to have realized that yesterday’s dive wasn’t powerful enough. Today, Little White climbed even higher than yesterday by just a bit,

Little White climbed in a spiral trajectory, and within a few minutes, it had stabilized at an altitude well over two hundred meters; through the naked eye, one could only faintly see a black dot, recovering its strength while gliding in the high-altitude air currents above the hunting ground.

Lin Yang gave a close-up shot to Little White in the sky and casually picked up a stone from the ground, saying, "Little White has reached hunting altitude, now it’s our turn. This is my first time using the sling in actual combat, so let’s see how effective it is. I will lock the camera angle on Little White, so brothers planning to record the screen, you can start now."

The next second, Lin Yang stuffed the stone into the pouch of the sling and began to whirl it with his arm.

The principle behind this device is quite simple; it’s about increasing the linear velocity by extending the radius. After a few revolutions to build up speed, he released the stone at the right time, and off it went.

The stone, the size of a child’s fist, flew out following the plane of the circular trajectory, drawing a curve in the air and heading straight for the gathering of swans.

Bang!

The previously calm surface of the water was disturbed by the high-speed stone, causing a dull thud followed by a splash several tens of centimeters high.

Lin Yang’s first attempt with the sling was pretty accurate, landing less than ten meters from the flock of swans, definitely serving its purpose to drive them away.

The next second, with a buzz, swans, both adult and sub-adult, flapped their wings and took off simultaneously from the water’s surface, their white wings blotting out the sky.

At that moment, Lin Yang blew the whistle to attack in a timely manner.

The next second, Little White dove almost vertically from an altitude of over two hundred meters.

Thump!

A muffled sound, like a stone striking a pile of cotton, could be heard. Under the high-definition lens, one could only see a white shadow flash like lightning and strike the leading adult male swan in the flock.

After striking its target, Little White swiftly passed through the flock of swans, turning around to prepare for another strike.

This dive attack didn’t cause feathers to scatter everywhere, nor did it have the crisp sound of a dive attack from yesterday.

But the swan that was hit didn’t even groan; it fell straight down from the sky without struggle.

A fatal blow!

Upon witnessing this, Lin Yang’s mind and thoughts had not fully caught up, and he blurted out subconsciously, "Fuck."

The next second, he hurriedly checked the camera replay, playing the footage back at 0.3x speed in the live stream room, letting everyone get a clear view of what had just happened.

Little White’s attack was astonishingly fast. After launching its mid-air attack, it landed a blow directly on the swan’s neck, a vital spot. With just one kick, the swan’s neck was twisted into a bizarre shape, and it was kicked to death.

"Little White has killed the swan, it seems to have landed in the water by the lakeside, let’s head over there first," Lin Yang said.

Lin Yang called out and took off running towards the lakeside area about seventy to eighty meters away.

Based on the replay, the strike was definitely a lethal one, but there were many predators by the lake, and birds of prey were not adept at fighting in water. He was quite anxious, afraid that Little White might impulsively dive into the water, which would be a mistake by the Hunter if any danger arose.

Driven by this concern, he ran quickly towards the target area, but when he was still about twenty meters away, he suddenly heard Little White’s sharp and shrill warning cries during its low-altitude flight.

Even though Spear Falcons have both high appearance and combat effectiveness, their cries are quite unpleasant, similar to a duck laying eggs.

However, as with all cackles, there’s a difference in tone; the cackles for begging food are slower paced and often accompanied by wing-flapping.

As his affinity with it grew, Lin Yang had become accustomed to these actions and calls.

But Little White’s cackling while circling low was completely different, making him feel as if there was some kind of predator below; the cackling seemed to be driving away a threat.

Lin Yang picked up the pace and jogged another dozen meters with his head down, finally catching sight of the situation near the lake’s shrubs.

As he had guessed, the dead swan was floating about two or three meters from the shore. At the water’s edge, a silver-grey Wolf Weasel had its eyes fixed on the food within easy reach, eagerly awaiting its chance.

Even the supreme rulers of the sky are not invincible in nature; their instinct to guard their food is not just against humans. Scenarios where hard-earned prey is discovered and snatched away by other predators are common in the wild.

"Guys, it’s a Wolf Weasel! It’s a decent size," Lin Yang stopped his forward momentum, holding a pine pole in his hand, somewhat hesitant.

He had seen this kind of Wolf Weasel around the camp before, but they generally move at night, and he wasn’t lacking food, nor did he want to get into a squabble with it.

But now the situation was different. This Wolf Weasel was clearly intending to claim Little White’s hard-earned prize for itself, and it was only less than ten meters away.

Moreover, the Wolf Weasel didn’t flee; it jumped directly into the water, quickly swam to the side of the swan, grabbed it, and headed towards the shore.

It seemed to be planning on boldly taking away the prey that Little White had caught.

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