I was surprised. I knew Dante's blowgun skills were very high, but I didn't expect them to be this high.
He has practically achieved a state of perfect harmony between man and arrow. He can control the blowgun with complete ease, hitting any target within a 20-meter range. It's practically a humanoid intelligent sniper rifle.
What's even more alarming is the time it took him to kill those ten bamboo partridges. I counted, and it only took him twelve seconds in total, averaging just over one second.
Li Bai could kill a man in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles. Dante, on the other hand, could kill an object in a second—simple and swift.
A devil, a complete devil!
At that moment, I felt my self-esteem had been severely damaged, and the immense hurt made me smile and get to know this young man all over again.
The first row of bamboo partridges was brought down by Dante, followed immediately by the second row. Without exception, this row also succumbed to Dante's blowgun darts and was all brought down.
Finally, we counted them and there were a total of twenty-three bamboo partridges. Wow, wow, that's like wiping out their entire nest!
Dante grinned at me, then handed me the blowgun. He then took my basket and began collecting the bamboo partridges inside.
"Dante, you can keep the blowgun for now; it will be more useful in your hands."
I smiled and waved my hand, not immediately taking back the blowgun.
Dante quickly gathered all the bamboo partridges into his basket. Seeing that I didn't immediately ask for the blowgun back, Dante didn't stand on ceremony and simply carried it on his back.
"Sir, your blowgun is truly amazing, far superior to Dante's," Dante said sincerely, admiring my blowgun.
"If you like it, I'll make one for you later, Dante." As we walked side by side, I smiled and patted Dante on the shoulder.
"Oh? Sir, is that true? Thank you so much!" Dante was very excited when he heard me say that, and he made a move to kneel down and bow to me again, as if to do so.
I quickly stopped him, grabbing his arm and pretending to be slightly angry.
"Dante, I've told you many times. We are all equal, just like the High Priest and everyone else. If you keep this up, I'm going to get angry."
Seeing that I was about to blame him, Dante quickly waved his hand and explained.
"No, no! Sir, it's not what you think. Dante just wanted to thank you."
Seeing his somewhat flustered appearance, how could I really blame this loyal young man? I shook my head helplessly and told Dante that he didn't need to worship me next time, and that he should just treat me as a friend.
Dante nodded and said yes to me.
"Yes, Dante and Mr. were friends, we always have been."
I then smiled and nodded, saying...
"Let's go, Dante. This little bit of food isn't enough to share with everyone back home."
"Yes, sir!"
We continued our journey. The rainforest nights were much cooler than the days. Plus, being close to a large river, the flowing water would occasionally bring a gentle breeze that felt very comfortable on our faces.
Soon I also found a prey location, which consisted of several large rainforest frogs.
Upon seeing the giant frog, Top immediately began to squeak, appearing quite pleased.
It had been trying to catch this giant frog when it got surrounded by the golden flower python. If Pat hadn't arrived in time to kill the python, Top would probably have been killed there.
The natives and Dante were delighted to see it; they had clearly eaten this giant frog before. The taste was far superior to most of the animal meat they hunted.
The leader ordered his men to shine lights on the giant frogs, and then immediately ordered them to be killed with their spears.
But I stopped the leader from doing so, and Dante translated my thoughts for me. The leader, of course, smiled and agreed with my idea; now they trusted me completely.
Just the fact that I can make a flashlight is something that not just anyone can do.
This time, I took out my 1.8-meter bamboo fishing rod, put a live earthworm on the hook, and slowly approached the giant mosquitoes.
The giant mosquitoes didn't run away under the light; they just squatted there, continuing to moo and hum, as if they didn't care about us at all.
The natives, who had been staring at me with curiosity, looked rather gloating when they saw that the giant frog was ignoring them.
See? Even our gods can make mistakes sometimes. It's still more effective to use a spear to kill them.
I didn't give up. I slowly dragged the wriggling earthworm along the fishing line in front of the giant frog. Just then, the giant frog suddenly lowered its head and swallowed the earthworm from the ground whole with its tongue and forelimbs.
Seeing this, I knew the guy had taken the bait, so I quickly pulled up the short rod. Because the rod was short, it was much easier to control than a fishing rod.
I felt a heavy weight sinking into my hand, and I quickly yanked the hooked giant frog towards me. It didn't even have time to escape before I trampled it under my foot.
The local tribesmen had never seen anything like this before. They usually used spears to stab and kill giant frogs, but this was the first time they had ever seen a giant frog captured alive with a rope like I had done.
They were all stunned on the spot. Could hunting really be done like this, especially with the prey being alive?
As long as they are tied up, they don't need to be smoked when taken back. They can eat fresh food for several days, and the probability of them catching prey alive is usually extremely low, which is quite rare.
The leader spoke to me in a string of gibberish, seemingly trying to express his surprise and approval.
Dante, who was standing nearby, also exclaimed in surprise.
"My goodness, sir! You actually captured this giant frog alive! That's amazing!"
Looking at Dante's face, filled with adoration, I saw his innocent expression, just like a child's. I smiled and nodded.
"How was that, Dante? Not bad, right?"
“Yes, yes! No one in our tribe can do what you do, not even Dante.”
The young Black man was visibly excited, and his praise for me was genuine. Now, even if I told him I could pluck the moon from the sky, he would believe me without hesitation.
I caught the remaining giant frogs one by one with a short rod. Just like Dante, none of the giant frogs could escape from my grasp. My skill in this area is on par with Dante's.
Fortunately, they listened to my advice. If we had used spears from the beginning, we might have hit one or two, but the rest would have been frightened and run away.
Furthermore, giant frogs killed by spears must be dealt with promptly, either eaten or smoked. This is certainly not as easy to handle as dealing with frogs that have been captured alive.
The place where we fished for giant frogs was a pond that had formed after rain. The indigenous people searched the area around the pond carefully with flashlights for a while, and only returned to my side after finding that there were no more giant frogs.
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