The big black pig fighting desperately made Zhong Huan grateful. The way he thanked the big black pig was not to bow and forget it, but to drag the big black pig to the special animal breeding hole in the kitchen to skin and debone, disembowel, make a hearty pig-killing dish, and feast on it.

Zhong Huan ate very happily without a little guilt. He didn't think that burying the big black pig and erecting a tombstone was respectful to it, on the contrary, Zhong Huan thought that wasting the good meat of the big black pig was the biggest disrespect for it.

In the battle with the big black pig, Zhong Huan experienced not only the feeling of life and death, but also the truth of nature. That is, it is natural for hunters to prey on their prey, and it is understandable for prey to resist desperately.

If you win this battle, you have the right to enjoy your prey. If the big black pig wins, it can also eat its own corpse and flesh. For hunters and prey in nature, there is no concept of fighting, and every fight is a fight to the death. They don't care about life and death by no means looking for excitement, but for survival.

Zhong Huan felt that the best way to commemorate the big black pig was to keep in mind what it had taught him and put its meat in his stomach, so that his life and death could reflect his due value. It is normal to hunt prey as a hunter, and it is a sin to bury and abandon the prey after killing it.

The big black pig is too big, and Zhong Huan's appetite can't be eaten even if it's good. However, Zhong Huan didn't plan to waste a little, and put all the remaining meat into the storage hall, which was enough for him to eat for a few days.

The first hunt made Zhong Huan learn a lot, there are some things that cannot be expressed in words, but can only be experienced with heart. Immersed in these experiences, Zhong Huan's previous chaotic thoughts disappeared.

The next day, Zhong Huan still got up early, and today he was targeting bigger and more dangerous animals. Zhong Huan is not very keen on adventure, but he is sincerely fond of martial arts. Yesterday's hunting made Zhong Huan's mood improved, and his perception of martial arts also increased.

Although Wu Dezhong pays attention to the principle of stopping fighting and putting benevolence and righteousness first, he does not approve of the indiscriminate use of violence. But the martial arts themselves were created to defeat the opponent. Zhong Huan felt that martial arts could be regarded as both a means for hunters to prey and a technique for prey to resist hunters.

Zhong Huan and Su Kexue's Xingyi Fist originated from the battle array, with killing the enemy and saving oneself as the first priority, simulating the fighting specialties and artistic conceptions of twelve animals to form a twelve-shaped fist. Although the big black pig is not among the animals of the twelve-shaped fist, it charges desperately, and the artistic conception of forgetting life and death for survival is conveyed to Zhong Huan, so that Zhong Huan has a deeper understanding of Xingyi boxing.

Since hunting is good for improving martial arts, Zhong Huan naturally wants to continue hunting to improve himself. Another truth he learned from hunting was that the law of the jungle preyed on the strong. The relationship between a hunter and his prey is not static, as long as the prey is strong enough, it can become a hunter.

Zhong Huan found that the fundamental reason why he didn't dare to leave the Ten Thousand Beast Gu was that he was not strong enough. If he is strong enough to be fearless of a group of thugs armed with sharp blades, he will also change from a prey to a hunter, and he will be able to get out of the level without having to hide anymore.

The second prey Zhong Huan chose to become stronger, was a bull. Faced with this prey weighing nearly a ton, Zhong Huan didn't dare to be as careless as dealing with the big black pig. This time, Zhong Huan arranged several traps in advance, and only then did he shoot at the neck of the bull with a crossbow arrow dozens of meters away.

As Zhong Huan had predicted, this one-ton yellow bull really had stronger defense and vitality than the big black pig. Even if the crossbow bolt was accurately nailed to its neck, it did not penetrate the thick cowhide and strong muscles on its neck, so naturally it did not hurt the arteries and trachea.

The bull who was enraged by the crossbow arrows was even more irritable than the big black pig's temper, and he didn't even need to stare at Zhong Huan, he rushed towards Zhong Huan with red eyes and buried his head, and the four hooves that galloped on all the vegetables under his feet. Facing the sharp horns on the top of the bull's head, Zhong Huan once again remembered the pipe forks that stabbed at him, and he could feel that these horns were more terrifying than the pipe forks, and the attack power was stronger. Only this time he was well prepared and didn't feel flustered.

"Moo~~~"

A trap bounced off the ground and grabbed one of the bull's front hooves. The pain was so severe that the bull let out a scream and his steps were thrown into disarray.

"Click~Boom~"

The chain attached to the ground on the trap was instantly pulled straight by the bull rushing forward. However, in the next moment, the steel nails used by Zhong Huan to fix the iron chain were pulled out of the black earth by the huge force of the bull. The trap loses its function of controlling its prey, like an iron shoe on the front hooves of a bull. Chains and steel nails dragged behind them, making a ruffled noise.

"Whoosh~"

Although the trap failed to hold the bull rushing forward, it also played a certain role, slowing down the bull's four hooves rushing forward. Zhong Huan seized the opportunity to shoot a crossbow bolt again, hitting the back of the bull's neck. It's just that this arrow still doesn't have much effect.

"Click~"

Another trap was bounced off by the bull's trampling and caught on the bull's other front hoof. The trap seemed to have a greater effect, and the bull with wounded hooves pulled the chain from the trap, and staggered for a while. But in the end, the trap still failed to control the bull's advance, and the fixed steel nails nailed to the ground were pulled out by the bull.

Zhong Huan arranged more than two traps along the way, but only these two traps were the ones that could play a role and were stepped on by the bull. At this moment, the bull was less than ten meters away from Zhong Huan, and Zhong Huan knew that there was nothing on this road to stop the bull from rushing towards him.

"Click~Whoosh~"

Facing the bull that was close at hand, Zhong Huan did not panic, but pulled the crossbow machine again and fired a crossbow arrow. When the brave wins in a narrow road, Zhong Huan must create a greater advantage for himself before the bull gets close to have a chance to win. Otherwise, death awaits him.

"Moo~~~"

This time, the bolt hit the bull right and stuck into the bridge of the bull's nose, causing it to moo. It's a pity that this is not the part that Zhong Huan is aiming at, he originally wanted to shoot the bull's eyes, but the running bull's eyes are too difficult to shoot.

This arrow just now was Zhong Huan's last chance, whether he hit it or not, he didn't have time to shoot another arrow. So Zhong Huan decisively put away the crossbow and changed the knife, and pulled out the hunting dagger. At this time, he regretted that he had not prepared a long weapon such as a javelin, which meant that once the bow and crossbow failed, he would have to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the giant animals in the Ten Thousand Beast Gu.

The sharp horns passed by Zhong Huan, and he could even see the patterns on the horns. At the beginning, Zhong Huan's breeding in the Ten Thousand Beasts Gu were cultivated cattle and beef cattle for human consumption, and the horns were not very long. However, as soon as these cows entered the Ten Thousand Beast Gu, their size began to increase, and the offspring of their breeding in the Ten Thousand Beast Gu were twice as large as them, and the horns naturally doubled, which was not inferior to the horns of bullfighting and bison.

Zhong Huan was sure that if this horn pierced into his body, it would definitely be more powerful than a pipe fork, and the desperate bull would definitely be more ruthless than those street gangsters. So he didn't dare to be careless at all, dodging left and right to maneuver with the bull, and if he wasn't very sure, he would never go with the knife.

If the bull hadn't been injured before, Zhong Huan would definitely not have been able to avoid its crazy ramming horns. However, the bull, whose front hooves were cut open by the beast's flesh and had three crossbow arrows nailed to his body, was not as nimble as usual. Zhong Huan can always dodge the horns of the bull at the last moment, so that it will return in vain.

As time dragged on, the injury on the bull's leg became more severe. The chains and steel nails that were dragged to the ground kept rubbing against the ground, and the weight of the trap itself caused the trap to keep falling, peeling off the flesh and skin on the bull's front legs, revealing the white bones. In this way, the bull's movements were slower, and Zhong Huan had a chance to make a knife.

One, two, three...... The parts of the knife that Zhong Huan chose were all in front of the bull's back. Because he also stabbed this position when he watched the matador fight with the bull, which is said to be the nerve center and heart of the bull.

Zhong Huan wasn't sure if he had stabbed the bull in the heart, but after a dozen or so cuts, the earthy yellow bull was dyed blood-red and fell to the ground dying.

Hunting a bull is undoubtedly more dangerous than hunting a big black pig, and at the same time more exciting. At the moment when the bull fell to the ground, Zhong Huan enjoyed a greater sense of achievement. He found himself in love with the feeling of fighting to the death and winning against his prey.

Of course, the meat of the bull will not be wasted. The one-ton bull was liberated by Zhong Huan's limbs into the storage hall. The tenderest beef tenderloin was fried into a steak by him and he feasted on it.

In the next half month, Zhong Huan kept changing the recipes. Lamb skewers, donkey meat fire, dog meat hot pot, stewed snake soup, roast horse meat...... In short, the large animals in the Ten Thousand Beasts Gu were all hunted by him.

Zhong Huan can learn something from every hunt, even if it is sometimes very dangerous, he still enjoys it. Zhong Huan could feel that each of his prey was fighting with his life, and he himself was also fighting desperately, this level of fighting was completely different from the feeling he had when he fought with people before. Fights, jousting and fighting are pediatric compared to such fights.

With the increase of combat experience again and again, Zhong Huan's inner courage and combat skills are also constantly improving. Although he has not practiced boxing for more than half a month, the training of hunting has made a qualitative leap in his kung fu, and there is already a murderous aura looming between his fists and feet, and this kind of murderous aura and murderous intent cannot be practiced no matter how hard he usually practices.

Zhong Huan, who was accustomed to fighting with beasts to the death, was already confident to leave the Ten Thousand Beasts Gu at this time to face the group of gangsters who came to seek revenge on him. If the group of thugs were still waiting for him in the house, Zhong Huan would choose to shoot a crossbow arrow through the throat of the thug's head, and then use a hunting dagger to kill a few of them. Because the relationship between the hunter and the prey is this life-and-death relationship. Mercy and mercy are the privileges of the living victors.