The Top Fishing
Chapter 692 - 293: Building a Snow House

Chapter 692: Chapter 293: Building a Snow House

Just as Lin Yang watched the situation develop, Little White had had enough.

After a swift glide of about thirty meters, it adjusted its flying posture in mid-air and, without any hesitation, dove towards the Wolf Weasel.

The velocity of the dive, enhanced by the height of several dozen meters, was actually quite astonishing.

Little White, like a silver lightning bolt, skimmed extremely low over the Wolf Weasel, delivering a fierce kick.

The Wolf Weasel might appear to be a formidable combatant, but its reflexes were not as swift as those of a feline; Little White’s initial dive attack caught it off guard, and it was too slow to respond, getting a solid kick to the spine without managing a counterattack.

Seeing this, Lin Yang’s tense heart relaxed a bit.

"Guys, Little White is planning to beat up the Wolf Weasel too. I think it lacks agility and poses no danger to Little White. Let’s let Little White show off a bit and see if it can take down this guy," he said.

The battle between the Spear Falcon and the Wolf Weasel was as enthralling as Little White’s Pan Hunting of the swan. Once Lin Yang made his decision, a flurry of 666s swept the comments.

Observing the battlefield near the lake, Little White’s repeated diving attacks landed almost every kick accurately on the head, back, and spine of the Wolf Weasel.

Under continuous assault, the kicks resounded with thudding noises, and the gluttonous Wolf Weasel was only able to defend itself, lacking the strength to fight back.

A good Falcon, in addition to robust physicality, must also have fierce hunting instincts, daring to take on prey larger than itself—a quality highly valued by classical Eagle Hunters.

The diving and kicking technique of the falcons, indeed more cunning compared to the brute strength of eagles and hawks, was effective here. The Wolf Weasel, barely weighing twenty or thirty pounds at most, had yet to reach the size and weight of a mature adult.

This gave Little White a chance to excel.

The Wolf Weasel, having been on the receiving end of several punishing kicks, was no longer focused on the swan meat that had been within its grasp. It bared its teeth and emitted continuous threatening growls, circling in place to avoid attacks and failing to reach its adversary, which seemed somewhat comical.

After a particularly harsh kick, the Wolf Weasel simply stood up on its hind legs, baring its teeth even more fiercely.

But clearly, it had miscalculated.

In a ground-based animal conflict, standing on hind legs might offer some advantage.

But when facing aerial dive attacks, it lost even the little mobility it had left.

The next second, Little White seized the opportunity and once again dived from the sky, aiming a ruthless kick at the back of the Wolf Weasel’s head.

There was a thud, and the Wolf Weasel was kicked over, sprawling on the ground, shaking its head repeatedly trying to get up, but instead, its nose began to bleed a dark red.

Seeing this, Lin Yang and all the viewers in the livestream unanimously praised the kick—it had struck just the right spot.

Seeing that the Wolf Weasel was motionless on the ground, Lin Yang rushed over with a stick, fearing Little White would be at a disadvantage once on the ground.

When he arrived, he swung the stick without a word; the Wolf Weasel was no longer breathing.

Original hunting just a swan would have satisfied him, but to his surprise, there was an unexpected gain that day.

He pulled out his military knife and, without hesitation, slit the Wolf Weasel’s carotid artery to bleed it out. Then, he took out his lure and whistle, calling Little White, which had been circling in the air, down.

Looking back at the comments, this visual feast had thoroughly captivated the viewers.

"Damn, Little White is badass. Was that a Wolf Weasel? It got kicked to death?"

"Who was joking before that Little White could hunt elephants? Now I believe it, fully convinced."

"Damn, that was too satisfying, so badass, daring to snatch food from an eagle’s beak, and now look, it’s lost its life."

"How heavy is that Wolf Weasel? Up close, it doesn’t seem that big, kind of different from the Wolf Weasels I remember."

As Lin Yang hung the Wolf Weasel upside down by its hind legs to let the blood drain, he felt around its limbs and back, then looked it over and explained,

"A grown Wolf Weasel can weigh up to fifty pounds. Clearly, this was an underage little guy. I’m guessing, it’s around seventeen or eighteen pounds.

Wolf Weasels live independently from their mothers after a year. Obviously, this little guy wasn’t very lucky. I examined it briefly, and despite its seemingly decent size, it felt quite thin."

Just before the approaching cold winter and the last chance for a big feed, all wildlife are busy storing enough fat to survive the winter.

This malnourished-looking Wolf Weasel, which wouldn’t even let go of the swan meat at the sight of humans, clearly had problems.

If it hadn’t stored up enough fat reserves, this individual could have easily been eliminated by the cruel winter climate.

"Ah, an underage Wolf Weasel? That’s what I thought. From my memory, these creatures should be about the size of a small bear. We also have a kind of weasel by the Yellow River Beach here, and the ones they catch can weigh up to sixty or seventy pounds."

"A man dies for money; a bird dies for food. For the sake of swan meat, it lost its life—just its bad luck.

"Still, Little White is awesome. That kick to the back of its head earlier was so cool. The previous kicks didn’t do much damage, but the last one totally knocked it silly."

"The recording’s saved; get ready for the trending spot, host."

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While the comments continued flowing, Lin Yang had regained his composure.