Jiang Yun vs Beast - A Battle for Survival!

Jiang Yun vs Beast - A Battle for Survival!

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Jiang Yun charged.

The moment his spear left the beast's eye, he did not stop.

A cultivator would have stepped back, waiting for Qi to reinforce their body, to empower their next strike.

But Jiang Yun was not a cultivator.

He was a survivor.

And survival meant never giving the enemy time to recover.

The beast reeled back, clawed hands thrashing through the air, its pained snarls splitting the silence. Thick, blackened blood dripped from its ruined eye, trailing down its stone-like skin.

It was not dead.

Not yet.

Jiang Yun's heartbeat quickened.

His first strike had landed, but it was not enough.

The beast still had its claws.

Still had its strength.

And now, it was enraged.

Jiang Yun tightened his grip on his spear. His fingers ached, his muscles burned, but he could not stop.

His mind raced.

The spear had barely pierced its hide. A normal attack wouldn't kill it.

That meant he had to be precise.

That meant he had to be ruthless.

The beast turned toward him, its remaining eye locking onto his form.

It roared.

And then—it attacked.

The beast moved faster than before.

Its claw lashed out—a black blur against the mist.

Jiang Yun twisted his body, barely avoiding the swipe. Wind howled past him as the force of the blow split the ground where he had just stood.

Too fast.

Too strong.

Even with a wounded eye, it was learning.

It was adapting.

Jiang Yun could not make the same mistake twice.

His body tensed. He had one advantage left.

It was blind on one side.

Jiang Yun shifted his stance, circling to its wounded side.

The beast reacted instantly.

It snapped its claws in his direction, anticipating his movement.

Jiang Yun felt the wind shift—the claws would reach him in less than a breath.

He did the only thing he could.

Jiang Yun's body collapsed into a low crouch, rolling beneath the beast's strike as the claws whistled over his head.

The impact shattered the stone behind him.

Jiang Yun did not hesitate.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he struck.

His spear shot forward—

Aimed for the creature's exposed ribs.

The tip hit—but did not pierce deep.

The beast's hide was too thick.

Jiang Yun gritted his teeth.

Then—he twisted the spear.

With all the strength in his arms, he wrenched the steel sideways, forcing the blade to drag against the wound instead of trying to pierce deeper.

The beast shrieked.

Its body jerked violently, twisting away.

Jiang Yun let go of the spear—letting the force of its movement pull it free before it could snap.

A clean retreat.

A deep wound.

But still not enough.

Jiang Yun was breathing hard now.

His ribs ached. His wounds burned.

But he was still alive.

The beast, however, was slower.

It was bleeding now.

Its body trembled with every breath, its balance unsteady.

It was dying.

But not fast enough.

Jiang Yun watched it carefully.

It had one good eye.

It could still attack.

If he rushed in carelessly, it would take him down with it.

That meant—

He had to finish it in one blow.

Jiang Yun took a slow breath.

His mind cleared.

He had no Qi. No techniques. No spiritual energy to call upon.

But he had a spear.

And he had one final chance.

The beast lowered its stance, preparing to lunge.

Jiang Yun tightened his grip on his weapon.

Then—he ran.

Straight toward the beast.

The creature snarled, its claws slicing through the air—

Jiang Yun did not dodge.

Instead—he leapt.

His feet left the ground.

The beast's claws missed by inches.

And in the same breath—

Jiang Yun brought the spear down.

Straight into the beast's skull.

The steel tip pierced deep.

A sickening crack.

The beast's body jerked violently—then went still.

For a long moment, nothing moved.

Then—

The beast collapsed.

Jiang Yun landed hard, rolling over his shoulder as he hit the ground.

He gasped for breath, every inch of his body aching.

The spear was still embedded in the beast's head.

It did not move.

Jiang Yun stared at it.

Then, slowly, he stood.

His legs were unsteady, his muscles trembling.

But he did not fall.

He had won.

Jiang Yun pulled his spear free, shaking the blood from its tip.

He turned to the beast's corpse.

It was massive. Easily twice his size.

And now, it was his.

Jiang Yun exhaled, steadying himself.

His battle was over.

But his hunt had just begun.

This beast's flesh, its bones—everything had value.

He knelt beside it and began carving.

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Did you know?

Jiang Yun's battle wasn't just about strength—it was about survival. In many ancient cultures, warriors and hunters would use every part of a slain beast, much like Jiang Yun does here. From bones for tools to flesh for sustenance, nothing was wasted. His instinct to keep fighting, to never hesitate, mirrors real-world survival tactics, where adaptation and precision often mean the difference between life and death.

Would you have faced the beast head-on like Jiang Yun, or taken another approach?