In the live stream, Chinese viewers gasped in unison as they witnessed Lu Fan's arm being scratched by the cheetah. Their hearts were in their throats, and the tense atmosphere seemed to ignite the air.
"Haha, Lu Fan is finished now!"
Foreign viewers, on the other hand, cheered gleefully, like vultures smelling blood, their shrill laughter seemingly piercing the screen.
However, they all seriously underestimated Lu Fan.
This sudden injury did not deter Lu Fan; instead, it ignited the anger deep within him.
His eyes instantly turned as fierce as a wolf's, his adrenaline surged, and every nerve was burned by the flames of anger.
At this moment, Lu Fan had only one unwavering thought in his mind: to kill this beast.
After its successful attack, the cheetah gave Lu Fan no chance to catch his breath. It bared its teeth and claws and pounced again like a black lightning bolt, bringing with it a whistling sound.
Lu Fan took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in his arm. Instead of retreating, he charged towards the cheetah without hesitation.
Just as the cheetah pounced, he used his amazing reaction speed and agility to dodge the fatal attack by sidestepping.
At the same time, he reached out with lightning speed and force, and precisely grabbed the cheetah by the neck.
The cheetah clearly hadn't expected Lu Fan to launch such a bold and fierce counterattack. It struggled frantically, its sharp claws flailing wildly in the air, drawing streaks of cold light as it tried to break free from Lu Fan's iron-like control.
However, being suspended in mid-air without any foothold, it is like a fish out of water, struggling incessantly.
Lu Fan gritted his teeth, his facial muscles tensing from the effort, and the muscles in his arms bulging high like hard steel. His hands were like iron clamps, locking the cheetah's neck tightly, making it gradually unable to breathe.
"Fuck your mother!"
Lu Fan roared, his voice filled with anger and determination. The roar seemed to shatter the sky, venting the raging fire in his heart.
During the standoff with the cheetah, Lu Fan freed up his other hand and drew a dagger from his waist with lightning speed.
At this moment, there was no fear in his eyes, but instead endless killing intent, as if he had transformed into the Grim Reaper from hell.
Without hesitation, he plunged the dagger into the cheetah, slashing it again and again, each strike imbued with his rage and the full force of his being, each strike deadly.
The cheetah's struggles gradually weakened, and fear began to show in its eyes—the fear of death.
But Lu Fan showed no mercy. He seemed to have fallen into a frenzy of battle, constantly waving his dagger. Blood splattered all over his body like a fountain, staining his clothes a shocking dark red.
In the live broadcast room, everyone was stunned by what they saw. The Chinese viewers' initial extreme tension was instantly replaced by excitement and pride.
"Lu Fan, well done!"
"That's amazing! That's our hero!"
"It got my blood pumping, so I kicked my older brother away and started plowing ten acres of land."
"Upstairs, the best thing you can cultivate is the land."
"Am I the only one who noticed that God Lu Fan just swore?"
Foreign audiences were completely stunned by Lu Fan's ruthlessness and power.
In an instant, the mocking and cursing comments in the live stream disappeared without a trace, like the tide receding.
Instead, there was a deathly silence, as if everyone had been conquered by Lu Fan's bravery and dared not make a sound.
As Lu Fan delivered his final blow, the cheetah's body finally went limp like a lump of mud, collapsing heavily to the ground, where it remained motionless.
Lu Fan released his grip, panting heavily; his arm was still bleeding profusely.
His body was covered in sweat and blood, and he looked exhausted, but his eyes shone with the light of victory, the pride and honor of defeating a powerful enemy.
Big Black staggered over, nuzzled Lu Fan's leg affectionately with its head, and let out a weak whimper, as if expressing its worry for its master and its relief at surviving the ordeal.
An Lan rushed over, her eyes filled with heartache as she looked at Lu Fan's injured arm, her eyes slightly reddening: "How are you? Are you badly hurt?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I could have cleared it without taking any damage, I underestimated its cunning." Lu Fan said casually, but inwardly he was also annoyed by his carelessness.
An Lan looked at the cheetah's carcass with lingering fear, her voice still trembling slightly: "What should we do with this carcass?"
Lu Fan glanced at them, pondered for a moment, and said with a serious expression, "Let's feed them to Dahei. Otherwise, the return on investment would be a risk to our country. Just imagine, ten thousand leopards, the country would really have a hard time dealing with them."
Back at the shelter, the blazing sunlight filtered through the dappled leaves, bathing the exhausted couple and dog in its glow.
An Lan helped Lu Fan sit down slowly, her eyes filled with heartache and anxiety.
She quickly turned around and retrieved the medicinal herbs she had carefully collected earlier.
These medicinal herbs, carefully dried and preserved by her, exuded a faint fragrance, and at this moment became a beacon of hope for healing wounds.
An Lan first went to Da Hei's side. This loyal partner was covered in wounds from protecting everyone, and the wounds were shocking to behold.
She gently stroked Dahei's head, trying to soothe its tiredness. Dahei obediently lay down on the ground, its eyes revealing trust and dependence on its owner.
Anlan picked up the herbs and carefully crushed them. The juice slowly seeped out from her hands, emitting a unique aroma. She carefully applied the herbs to Dahei's wounds, each movement gentle and focused, afraid of hurting her brave companion.
Big Black occasionally let out a few low whimpers, as if telling of the hardships of the battle, or as if thanking An Lan for taking care of it.
After treating Dahei's wounds, Anlan quickly went to Lu Fan's side.
She gently untied the sticky, blood-stained sheepskin shirt from Lu Fan's arm. The wounds were shocking, and the streaks of blood seemed to tell the story of the harrowing battle that had just taken place.
An Lan's hands trembled slightly, her eyes filled with reluctance, and tears of heartache welled up in her eyes.
She carefully cleaned the blood around the wound with water. With each wipe, Lu Fan couldn't help but frown, but he endured the pain without making a sound, showing amazing perseverance.
After cleaning, An Lan applied the crushed herbs evenly to the wound. The coolness of the herbs instantly relieved the burning sensation of the wound, and Lu Fan's brows gradually relaxed.
Then, she took out clean tissues and carefully bandaged Lu Fan's wound, wrapping it around and around with practiced and gentle movements. Each knot was tied very tightly, as if she were weaving a sense of peace.
As he bandaged her up, Lu Fan looked at An Lan's focused expression and felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He said softly, "An Lan, thank you so much this time. If you hadn't come in time, I don't know what would have happened."
An Lan looked up at Lu Fan, her eyes filled with determination, her tone tinged with reproach: "What are you saying? We're a team, of course we have to face danger together. Don't push yourself so hard anymore, I'm really worried about you. Just thinking about that scene makes me scared."
As he spoke, An Lan patted his chest, still feeling lingering fear.
Lu Fan nodded slightly, a smile appearing on his lips: "Don't worry, I'll be more careful in the future. It's just that I really didn't expect that guy to use a feint attack."
An Lan gently patted Lu Fan's head and scolded him, "Don't you think about it? He's been through countless battles in the wilderness. How could it be so simple?"
At this moment, the popularity in the live broadcast room remained undiminished.
Chinese viewers expressed their concern and praise for Lu Fan and An Lan in the live chat.
"Lu Fan is amazing! He managed to turn the tide against such a ferocious cheetah!"
"Anlan is also amazing. Not only did she bravely come to help, but she also treated the wounds. She's so thoughtful!"
The foreign audience mostly remained silent, as if the previous taunts and curses had been blown away by a gust of wind.
Occasionally, a few comments on the screen expressed amazement at Lu Fan's strength: "The fighting power of this Chinese is terrifying. It seems we really can't underestimate him."
After treating their wounds, Lu Fan and An Lan sat in the shelter, reflecting on the battle they had just fought, their hearts filled with emotion.
Lu Fan knew that although this victory was hard-won, it also made him realize more clearly that in this dangerous world, any negligence could have fatal consequences.
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