Killing a Bear

[Nourishing meat consumption +0.05, Nourishing Blood Technique experience +0.05.]

Tran Mac ate the slightly spoiled wild boar meat into his stomach and found that the experience was still increasing. It seemed spoiled meat had no effect.

He just didn't know if a martial artist would get sick from eating too much spoiled meat.

However, Han An Nuong was just an ordinary person. Tran Mac didn't dare let her eat anymore, saying, "Sister-in-law, since the meat is spoiled, just throw it away."

Waste was a small matter; safety was paramount.

Now, Tran Mac had enough deterrent force in Phuc Trach Village and truly had a place to live peacefully. In the future, even if he lived a little better, other families wouldn't dare say anything.

The current life, it was time for an improvement.

"Throw it away?" Han An Nuong's face showed reluctance, "Don't, it can still be eaten. Just reheat it well. There's still so much meat, it's such a waste."

"There's nothing to waste or not waste, safety is most important. If eating it makes you sick, then inviting a doctor to see you later will cost even more money," Tran Mac said.

The reasoning was sound, but the remaining meat was still about a hundred jin. To throw it away just like that was too extravagant.

Han An Nuong was still trying to persuade: "Then don't throw it all away, some of it can still be eaten."

"No," Tran Mac shook his head.

Han An Nuong pouted her lips, looking rather cute, and mumbled, "Uncle, you said before, family matters I listen to you, outside matters you listen to me..."

Tran Mac: "..."

He didn't say much more to Han An Nuong. After finishing breakfast, he dug a pit behind the vegetable garden and buried the spoiled meat.

As for the idea of not eating it himself but giving it to others, Tran Mac didn't have it.

If by any chance he gave it to others, and their bodies got sick from eating it, or even more seriously, they died from eating it.

Then the trouble would be his.

Therefore, why look for trouble for himself?

...

The snow fell heavier and heavier, showing no signs of stopping.

Tran Mac took the wood-chopping knife and went up the mountain.

Taking advantage before the heavy snow completely sealed the mountain, Tran Mac had to hunt some prey back.

One reason was that the meat at home was thrown away due to spoilage. To become stronger, eating meat couldn't stop.

Secondly, Tran Mac planned to hunt some prey to take to the city to exchange for money and improve their lives.

There was a saying that was particularly good.

A criminal will return to observe the crime scene.

When Tran Mac entered the deep mountains, he deliberately went to check the place where the bodies were buried.

That location was already covered by accumulated snow.

After confirming it probably wouldn't be discovered by anyone, Tran Mac walked all the way to the depths of Dai Trach Mountain.

The cold wind, like a flexible whip, lashed at Tran Mac's face. His head and eyebrows were already covered with a layer of silver frost.

Tran Mac clutched the clothes on his body tightly, took down the wood-chopping knife from his waist, attached the handle, and leaned it against a tree beside him for stability.

Now his own strength was 38, plus the 21 points of strength added by the saber technique. If he encountered a tiger again, Tran Mac would dare to go up and chop it.

Unfortunately, he had deliberately gone to the tiger's territory, but didn't find the tiger.

Tran Mac went deeper. This harsh winter, it was truly hard to find prey. Instead, his hands were frozen red.

"Creak creak..."

Suddenly, Tran Mac heard a strange sound from above.

Looking up, he saw a snow-laden pine tree branch beside him snap under the weight of the snow, falling towards him.

"Damn..."

Everything happened too fast, fundamentally hard to react. Tran Mac instinctively dived to the side.

But that was a downhill slope. This dive by Tran Mac sent him rolling directly down, only stopping when he reached the bottom of the slope.

Luckily, he didn't hit any rocks on the way, so he wasn't injured.

Tran Mac stood up, patted the snow off his body. Just as he was silently thinking about his bad luck, his expression suddenly changed.

Only to see before him was an earthen cave.

And inside the earthen cave, there was a Black Bear.

The Black Bear should have been hibernating before, but now, it was awakened by him. A pair of bear eyes was staring intently at him.

Tran Mac's heart skipped a beat. It wasn't that he was afraid of this bear, but when he rolled down just now, he had dropped the wood-chopping knife.

The Black Bear was extremely irritable at this moment. It was sleeping soundly, yet was awakened by this two-legged beast before it. The tyrannical factor in its body was aroused. There was only one thought in its mind: that was to tear this two-legged beast before it to shreds.

Without a trace of hesitation.

"Roar..."

With an angry roar, the Black Bear directly rushed out of the earthen cave, pouncing towards Tran Mac.

In this kind of situation, there certainly wouldn't be time for him to find his knife.

Run? Such a short distance, definitely couldn't outrun the Black Bear.

Tran Mac's ferocity was also ignited; he directly faced the Black Bear bare-handed.

Bang!

One man, one bear collided.

Only to see the Black Bear open its blood-basin mouth wanting to bite Tran Mac's neck, while Tran Mac's two hands tightly gripped the Black Bear's upper and lower jaws, his knee propped forward, forcefully holding it in front of him, making the Black Bear unable to move.

And Tran Mac's two hands were exerting force upwards and downwards respectively; the Black Bear's beastly mouth also couldn't close.

If Tran Mac's hands were bare at this moment, one could certainly see his arm muscles taut, veins bulging.

"Ah!!!"

Tran Mac's face flushed red. With a loud shout, he suddenly exerted force again.

"Crack..."

Only a strange sound was heard. The Black Bear's mouth was forcefully torn apart by Tran Mac, then he suddenly twisted it to the left.

Boom!

The over four-hundred-jin Black Bear was forcefully wrestled to the ground by him.

Its huge, heavy body fiercely slammed onto the ground; for a moment, snowflakes flew up.

The Black Bear was evidently dazed by this slam. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tran Mac delivered a charged punch, fiercely smashing it onto the Black Bear's head.

"Bang!"

A dull sound rang out. The Black Bear's eyes instantly became bloodshot. Its head, pressed against the ground, even made an indentation in the earth.

However, this wasn't over yet.

Tran Mac's adrenaline surged. His long hair, matted with sweat, danced wildly. Fists rained down like a storm, falling onto the Black Bear's head.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

...

Only when Tran Mac's hands were covered in the Black Bear's blood did Tran Mac stop.

Just like that, the Black Bear didn't even let out a single mournful cry before being knocked unconscious by Tran Mac's punches.

Afterward, Tran Mac also seemed to have exhausted his strength, lying on the Black Bear's body, panting heavily.

The reason he left the Black Bear with a breath was mainly for the convenience of bleeding it out later.

"What Black Bear, it's nothing special."

An inexplicable sense of pride welled up in Tran Mac's heart.

After resting, he quickly went to the slope where he had rolled down earlier and found his wood-chopping knife.

He removed the handle from the wood-chopping knife and tied the knife to his waist.

"Up!"

Tran Mac took a deep breath, directly shouldered the four-hundred-plus-jin Black Bear, and walked out of the mountain one footprint at a time.

The mountain path was difficult to walk, and carrying such a heavy Black Bear made the journey out relatively strenuous. Every half hour, Tran Mac had to stop and rest for a while.

When leaving the mountain, Tran Mac also discovered a fox.

Tran Mac's heart stirred. He had read in books that fox fur was an extremely precious fur, and was used to make clothing and ornaments for royalty and nobility, its price extremely exorbitant.

It wasn't something mere wild boar skin could compare to.

Even bearskin couldn't compare to a perfect fox pelt.

Unfortunately, when that fox saw him, it was as if it had seen the God of Plague; with a swoosh, it ran away.