Now, as long as it stops gnawing on the tree, I have plenty of time to play with it. With that kind of brain, it thinks it can take care of me? It should go learn more from those Sand Beasts.
The short-faced bear is only using one paw to grab my branch. Its paw structure is not suitable for grasping, so using only one paw to grab is like a cat playing with a cat toy.
However, it doesn't have the sharp claws of a cat; its claws are straight and cannot be retracted. What it does isn't a scratch; at most, it's a touch.
These seemingly harmless branches were extremely insulting. After a few rounds, the giant beast lost its patience and began to roar loudly from the treetop.
The noise was so loud at such close range that it almost shattered my eardrums.
Top and I both covered our ears with our hands, and only after the guy calmed down from his madness did I continue to tease him with the twig to make him go crazy again.
As Guiguzi aptly put it: "To destroy someone, first make them go mad!"
To defeat this physically strong creature, you can't fight it head-on; you have to first try to drive it into a frenzy.
Once it becomes agitated, this beast, whose brain capacity is not large to begin with, is more likely to make wrong judgments. I only need to seize on some of its weaknesses to manipulate it at will.
Now it's really driven crazy by my antics, its paws are wildly pounding the tree trunk in front of it to vent its anger, making Top and me shake back and forth in the tree.
I cursed inwardly, "An idiot is an idiot." But despite my cursing, my hands still instinctively gripped the tree trunk tightly.
If you fall from such a height, the time it takes to land is negligible.
After venting its anger, it seemed to calm down a bit. It was panting heavily, and was using its forelegs to tap the branch that had been bothering it, but the force was noticeably less.
I knew this was the perfect opportunity, so I handed the branch to Top and said, "Top, see? Just keep teasing this guy like I did. I'm going to get down to business now."
Top took the branch from my hand and began to tease the already exhausted giant short-faced bear with practiced ease.
I took out the blowgun, loaded it with a blowgun, and then could only aim at the short-faced bear's right eye by feel.
The most prominent nose is at the end of the geometric head, making it relatively easy to identify.
Now I can only use the short-faced bear's nose as a reference point and start by moving the aiming position of the blowgun one inch diagonally upward and to the right of the nose.
I picked up the blowgun, gathered my strength, and blew hard!
"Whoosh!"
A soft whooshing sound came from the air, followed by the short-faced bear's heart-wrenching scream.
"Waaaaah! Waaaah!"
At this moment, the short-faced bear, which had already run out of strength, completely lost control. It frantically slammed its paws against the tree trunk where I was, and I could even hear the tree trunk cracking and snapping.
"Holy crap! Is this some kind of insane technique? It's practically going to snap this tree trunk in half!"
I was horrified. At that moment, I was certain that its other eye was also blind, and it had completely become a real blind bear.
Because my arrow was extremely fast, and given the close distance, it had already penetrated to an unknown depth. Compared to Pat directly ripping out the short-faced bear's eyeball, the damage from my attack was significantly greater.
But how the hell am I supposed to get down? This beast looks like it could snap this tree trunk, which is as thick as a thigh, in half.
I'm really anxious right now. This guy is clearly not playing by the rules, and he's the type to flip the table if he gets really frustrated.
If this continues, we'll only have a 50/50 chance at best, ending up with a one-for-one trade.
"Damn it! Can't you just die peacefully?"
I cursed loudly, but now, with the tree trunk shaking violently and the dense chattering sound coming incessantly, my calves were trembling.
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
At this moment, Top was also frightened by the completely ferocious and violent scene of the giant short-faced bear and squeaked. But at this moment, we were helpless and did not even dare to relax our grip for a moment.
"It's over, it's over! It's all over now. We're almost at our doorstep and we're already going to crash."
As I grumbled, I pulled out my Nipper machete, ready for the final melee.
However, before that, I need to try my best to wear it down. My instinct is to play it safe as much as possible; the more the enemy is worn down, the greater my chance of survival.
The giant short-faced bear is now extremely ferocious, completely ignoring other distractions and focusing solely on smashing the tree trunk in front of it.
This idiot acts as if the tree trunk in front of him is his father's killer, and he won't stop until he breaks it!
I didn't have time to put my blowgun back when I shot the short-faced bear, but now it's back in my hands. Under immense pressure, I put another blowgun into the blowgun.
Despite the branches swaying violently, I could only grit my teeth and hold onto the trunk with one hand and my legs tightly gripping it to stabilize myself.
To be honest, if I hadn't practiced for so long since I came into this world, I really wouldn't be able to achieve this level of pose.
Even so, I couldn't hold on for long. I took a quick aim and then blew out a burst of air.
"Whoosh!"
Another whooshing sound came from the air, and the giant short-faced bear roared again. This time, it was obviously not as strong as when it was shot in the eye, so it was probably shot somewhere on its face.
However, the blowgun was already quite powerful, and it was fired at such close range. Even without hitting any vital organs, the excruciating pain, like being hit by a bullet, was not something to be easily endured.
It's important to know that animals have countless pain receptors on their bodies. Even if one part is completely destroyed, the other parts can still be a new beginning.
Just like stabbing your left leg with a knife will cause excruciating pain, it doesn't mean that stabbing your right leg will lessen the pain by even a fraction; it will only double it.
That's when I got a chance to catch my breath. Sure enough, the short-faced bear started covering its head again because of the pain.
I wouldn't miss this opportunity again, so I quickly loaded another blowgun and fired it into its neck and throat.
Because of its large size and the rectangular shape of its neck, I only need to aim at the center of the rectangular shadow, which is most likely where the throat is located.
The short-faced bear let out a mournful howl and again used one paw to cover its wounded throat. However, the broken tone of its roar confirmed that my arrow had hit the mark again.
My throat was blocked by a bear paw, so I started shooting at its lungs, but the guy's skin and flesh were very thick, and I wasn't sure if I could penetrate it.
Sure enough, the blowgun hit it like a mosquito bite. It definitely went in, but not deep.
After all, its body is the strongest part of its defenses. If it were to be killed by a blowgun, it probably wouldn't die in peace.
Next, I aimed my blowgun at the pair of wicked things between its legs.
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