Although Li Younan’s livestream was always on, he had never peeked into his own livestream room, so he was unaware of the viewer count at that moment.
Li Younan planned to build an international account, but he understood that creating such an account couldn’t rely solely on interaction; the key was to improve the livestream content.
As long as the content improves, the number of fans will naturally increase.
Julian left with her photographer and went in the completely opposite direction from Li Younan.
When leaving, she half-jokingly said, "Your way of accumulating points not only earns you points but also makes your competitors suffer terribly. I need to stay away from you."
Li Younan responded, "Trust me, I’ll definitely avoid you."
Julian laughed heartily, feeling a bit smug inside.
After all, as far as she knew, among all the Hunters, she was the only one who was a fan of Li Younan, at least the only certified fan, so when Li Younan rides away on his horse again, it certainly wouldn’t affect her.
Hmm, this can be considered a fan benefit.
Li Younan continued his hunting in the meadow area.
The spear he quickly crafted was completely scrapped after brutally piercing through the wild boar’s sturdy body.
The wild boar’s hide and muscles were astonishingly tight, even leaving clear wear marks on the spear shaft.
But that didn’t matter.
Li Younan headed straight for the edge where the meadow meets the rocky area.
His gaze swept across several clumps of low shrubs, finally fixing on a gnarled honey mesquite tree.
The texture of this wood is much denser and harder than juniper, but the branches are full of knots of various sizes.
He crouched down and gently tapped a few branches with the blade of his knife, carefully distinguishing the sound and feel, eventually choosing a straight and relatively smooth new branch beside the trunk.
Grasping the base of the branch, he cut it down with one stroke, then sat on the ground, placing the branch across his knees.
The cold light from the hunting knife flashed frequently in the twilight, as wood shavings fell.
He patiently removed the protruding knots, smoothing the branch surface until it was slick and easy to handle, then began repeatedly shaving the tip, honing it into a sharp cone shape.
A new spear, about two meters long, its tip shining with a cold and hard luster, gradually took form in his hands.
This time he crafted it with extreme care, honing the spear tip to be extremely sharp, capable of piercing tough leather with just a light touch.
With the heavy new spear securely strapped to his back, Li Younan mounted the horse again.
The little white horse snorted and obediently carried him into a trot deep into the meadow.
The meadow appeared vast in the dusk, golden waves of grass rippling in the evening breeze, stretching all the way to the faint outlines of the distant mountains.
As time went on, the initially gathered Hunters had long since scattered, disappearing into the vast sea of grass like water droplets into sand.
By late afternoon, meeting each other had become a very small possibility.
Li Younan continuously tightened his grip on the horse’s flanks, urging the little white horse to gallop towards the more remote, less populated interior of the meadow.
The sound of hooves thudding across the grass startled a few birds feeding nearby.
He didn’t care in the slightest if his commotion disrupted other Hunters—after all, this was a competition, and causing some trouble for his opponents within the rules was beneficial to him.
However, it’s worth mentioning, the wild boar he first shot and killed did draw a warning from the organizers.
Although using the gun under the guise of self-defense was arguable, the organizers were also well aware that Li Younan’s actions were skirting the edge of the rules.
Li Younan felt a bit regretful, meaning he could only complete the subsequent tasks using the spear.
The afterglow of the sunset was fading, with the sky turning from golden yellow to orange-red, then slowly staining with the bluish-purple dusk.
Maximizing the remaining daylight, before the sun completely set beyond the horizon, he successfully caught up to and hunted two more wild boars.
He didn’t use the revolver for either of these hunts.
The first wild boar was hunted from the back of a galloping horse: he leaned low, becoming one with the rhythm of the horse’s sprint, and with the aid of powerful inertia, thrust the spear violently, feeling solid resistance as the spear penetrated the wild boar’s flank.
As for the second, he skillfully drove it to a protruding rock wall at the edge of the meadow where the boar had no way out. He dismounted gracefully and, holding the spear, sparred with the irritable beast for several rounds, finally seizing a flaw and killing it with one thrust.
Of course, he didn’t devote all his focus and time solely to the wild boar hunt.
Li Younan understood well that the main purpose of this first-round task was to filter and eliminate, concentrating resources in the hands of the more competent Hunters.
After all, not allowing the use of even basic firearms made this hunt rather dull.
Moreover, on this vast meadow, silently tracking and getting within fifteen meters of a wild boar was quite a challenging task itself.
Li Younan roughly calculated that even with his expertise in flora and fauna, navigating the wilderness with ease, tracking wild boars strictly by the book would only allow him to track about twenty or so in a whole day at best.
In fact, in this first task, successfully tracking more than five wild boars and earning five points would basically secure advancement to the next round.

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