Chapter 810 - 19: Neanderthal

Chapter 810: Chapter 19: Neanderthal

The footprints stretched further and further in the snow, the blood-red glow of the beacon outlined the figures of three people.

Aware that this was likely the strongest enemy he would face, Chen Zhou deliberately maintained a relatively stable speed to conserve stamina for the long run.

At the moment, he just needed an opportunity, a chance to break the deadlock—

The distant bonfire grew dimmer, and the towering smoke gradually vanished into the vast night sky.

The formation of two hunters and two mammoths spread out during the chase, and the distance between them grew larger and larger.

But neither the hunters nor the mammoths realized this; the tribal hunting was always like this: keep pursuing, keep chasing—the prey would eventually die under their spears, just like humans.

The beasts feared them.

The strong ones would be tamed by them, and those that dared to resist would be killed by them.

...

The chase across the snow had already stretched nearly three kilometers.

The uninjured mammoth and the hunter Stone led the way, while the hunter Earth, who had been pierced by a spear, lagged behind, about five or six hundred meters from Stone.

The mammoth with the injured foot was at the back, limping on one foot and unable to run.

Intense activity accelerated blood flow, and Stone felt his entire body burning, involuntarily throwing off the fur cap on his head as he stared viciously at the fleeing Chen Zhou.

He noticed this cunning fellow’s pace was slowing—it meant the prey was running out of energy, which often signaled the end of the hunt.

After about another minute of pursuit, Chen Zhou suddenly halted, turned, and faced the hunter and the mammoth, narrowing his eyes—

The moment had finally arrived.

...

Although Chen Zhou was no longer "fleeing," Stone did not believe the prey had deliberately scattered them to defeat them one by one; he merely thought this fleeing fellow was out of strength.

He was wary of the long spear in Chen Zhou’s hand, fearing he too might be pierced through, so when Chen Zhou stopped, he also slowed his pace, ducking behind the mammoth to use its mountain-like body for cover.

Unbeknownst to him, this move played right into Chen Zhou’s hands—

He never intended to waste his last long spear on a human.

This beast-like ugly freak had abundant stamina; while not as fast as him, it was fully capable of dodging projectile weapons.

The long spear thrown would likely be evaded; however, the mammoth, now slowing its pace with its master, made the perfect target.

Once this powerful asset was gone, the squad of freaks could never catch up with him again, nor would they be as terrifying in close combat. As long as he adopted sturdy guerrilla tactics, he could drag them down to death.

...

While scouring the hills for hibernating animals to store fat, Chen Zhou happened upon the carcass of a mammoth.

It was then he realized that the skull of this massive creature was not as solid and thick as he had imagined; instead, the bone structure revealed a fatal weakness—

Below its tall forehead, above the trunk, there was a large cavity, devoid of bone, where a thrown spear could penetrate directly into the vital part of the mammoth, even if not killing it instantly, it would completely incapacitate it.

Moreover, due to the mammoth’s immense size, the accuracy needed to hit that cavity was greatly reduced.

Chen Zhou was already adept at using throwing weapons, and now with the distance shortened to this extent, he could strike with precision every time.

...

"I refuse to believe your mammoth is indestructible!"

He raised his spear, assuming a perfect throwing stance.

Afraid that this strike might not incapacitate the mammoth, Chen Zhou even resorted to a running start, hoping the spear would gain maximum momentum at the moment of release.

Seeing the enemy prepared for a desperate attack and raising that fearful weapon, Stone immediately ducked behind the mammoth.

He naively thought that once his opponent lost that weapon, the threat would be gone, never anticipating that Chen Zhou’s target all along had never been him.

With a leap of eight steps, Chen Zhou’s spear launched into the air.

In the night, the trajectory of the spear was impossible to follow; only a whoosh could be heard.

Stone saw that the prey shrouded in a layer of red glow had lost his weapon, and he felt no pain, indicating the opponent hadn’t hit him, and implying that this hunt was nearing its end.

With a rising sense of joy, he expressed his excitement with a war cry, bending low like a Cave Hyena that spied carrion, wildly charging at Chen Zhou.

As he was about to reach Chen Zhou, a sorrowful wail echoed from the snowy ground behind him.

The spear had deeply embedded itself in the mammoth’s massive head, its life rapidly draining away from the giant beast’s body. In mere seconds, it lost all strength, only managing to utter a dying sigh before toppling sideways, crushing the snow as it collapsed.

At this moment, Stone had already reached Chen Zhou, clutching his spear tightly as he thrust at this "disarmed" person.

He could almost envision the scene once his attack succeeded.

Even the beast most skilled at running would eventually meet its end at the hunter’s hands.

But plainly, Chen Zhou’s day to die was not today.

Drawing the blade was faster than the thrust, and the hard wooden spear was split apart with a strike from Chen Zhou; he immediately advanced, hacking directly at Stone.

Stone was shocked that the prey still had fight left, hastily retracting his spear to block the attack.

One slash, two slashes, three slashes!

Initially, Chen Zhou intended to use his knife skills to battle, but he quickly realized those moves were only learned by his body, not his mind.

During the battle, he had no time to think about what move to use next, only knowing to attack, attack, and attack.