Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Sharks, a school of sharks!

As Bi Fang’s heart pounded with alarm, Pondy in the live stream booth was already breaking out in a cold sweat.

“White-fin sharks! It’s actually white-fin sharks!”

Upon hearing Pondy name the species of shark, Jerret’s two brown eyebrows instantly knitted together. He often shot documentaries and was not entirely unfamiliar with various top predators.

The group of four exchanged glances, equally scared by the appearance of the sharks, but not understanding why the two of them tensed up so severely, as if facing a formidable enemy, fielding their curiosity.

“What’s up with the white-fin sharks?”

Grinding his teeth and covered in cold sweat, Pondy watched Bi Fang confront the sharks as if he himself were standing on the raft.

Confronting the brothers’ questioning, his voice seemed to squeeze through his teeth.

“White-fin sharks! One of the five most dangerous species of sharks in the world! But personally, I think they are actually the most dangerous, no exception.”

“Isn’t it the great white shark?”

“Yeah, isn’t the great white shark supposed to be the most dangerous?”

“These sharks don’t seem too big, though. Last time I was at the aquarium, I saw great white sharks over four meters long! Didn’t Bi Fang deal with a nearly three-meter-long mackerel? These creatures seem to be at most two meters, right? I think he can handle them.”

Third Brother spread his arms wide, forming a large circle, trying to gesture the concept of three meters. He didn’t recognize something called Tiktaalik; the name was too complicated for him, and he just thought the creature Bi Fang had handled in the video looked like a large mackerel.

After seeing the vocal foursome, Pondy couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh at their naivety and ignorance: “White-fin sharks have attacked humans more times than all other sharks combined!”

Hiss!!!

The group of four inhaled sharply. More than the total?

What kind of concept was that?

And now, such terrifying sharks were right next to Bi Fang, the nearest few not even five meters away. The gray-white dorsal fins broke the surface, and an aggressive and bloody aura hit them full in the face.

Boss shakily raised his hand, reaching for his chest pocket for some first aid medicine, only to pat empty air.

Damn it!

He forgot he was only in his thirties, with sound cardiovascular health, not accustomed to carrying emergency medicine. And now there was none to use!

No good, he had to stock up on some fast-acting heart-saving pills at home!

Meanwhile, Bi Fang had also quickly recognized the species of shark, expressing almost the same opinion as Pondy.

Danger, extreme danger.

“White-fin sharks are extremely fierce and bold, well-known for following ships, utterly disregarding divers’ defensive measures, demonstrating remarkable toughness and aggression.

During World War II, many transport ships were sunk, and soldiers falling into the water often faced the threat of white-fin sharks. Some scientists even believe they are the kind of shark most responsible for devouring soldiers.

Marine explorer Jacques Cousteau also listed the formidable white-fin shark as one of the most dangerous sharks.”

The audience didn’t recognize who Jacques Cousteau was, but they latched onto a key point—devouring the most soldiers!

Even though White-fin Sharks are the most numerous in the ocean, this fact alone is enough to strike terror into everyone!

“Damn, I always thought that Great White Sharks were the most dangerous, I’ve never even heard of White-fin Sharks.”

“Maybe you’ve seen too many movies, White-fin Sharks don’t look as fierce as Great Whites, they actually look kind of nice.”

“What’s the use of looking nice, they bite all the same.”

“Don’t sharks not like to eat people? That’s what I saw online.”

“Not liking doesn’t mean they won’t eat you, plus sharks are very curious about humans. Great White Sharks have large and sharp teeth, and a strong biting force, getting bitten even once basically means you’re done for, not to mention the bleeding would trigger their aggressiveness to the MAX.”

Reading this, the audience was all petrified. Now they felt that such a small raft was completely unreliable, wishing they could switch to a battleship, no, an aircraft carrier!

Bi Fang stood on the boat motionless, afraid that any movement of the raft would attract the attention of the shark swarm. Once they launched an attack, he was very likely to fall into the water, making the situation even more dangerous.

As they slowly approached the continent, the color of the sea water faded substantially. With the clouds dispersing and the sunlight growing stronger, Bi Fang could easily make out the conditions seven or eight meters below the water.

In the coral-colored sea, gigantic predators swam along with schools of fish, lazily waving their fins and tails as they roamed the ocean.

Like snowballs rolling downhill, the schools of fish grew bigger and crazier in their twisting movements. From above, it seemed for a moment that even the sharks could do nothing to them. But with every approach of a shark, the fish would split apart, and as soon as the shark left, they would return to their original state, showing who the real rulers were.

Perspiration beaded on Bi Fang’s brow; he hadn’t expected to be so “lucky” as to stumble into the hunting ground of the White-fin Sharks. Perhaps he should have left as soon as he saw the mackerel school.

No, perhaps it would have been too late by then as well. He had just noticed the mackerel school and hadn’t caught any when the sharks all crowded in.

“Many fish in the ocean exhibit schooling behavior, forming groups to fend off predators and as a means of collective protection, like mackerel and Hairfin Anchovies.

The typical mackerel school numbers from one to three million, making it one of the largest schooling fish in the ocean. If a predator is attracted, it’s usually a group predator, which is even more dangerous.”

“When I encountered the Hairfin Anchovies, I didn’t dare linger for long, and yet I still ran into this.”

But thinking about this was of no use now. The immediate concern was how to survive the crisis. It was impossible to simply paddle away. The raft was so visible that any movement would likely attract the shark swarm’s attention.

All animals are more sensitive to moving objects.

Moreover, there are many White-fin Sharks hidden in the deep water, and if they suddenly surfaced, taking a couple of snaps at his hands, it would be impossible to guard against.

Bi Fang pulled out his dagger and cautiously stepped back to the edge of the life raft, reached inside, and pulled out a long tree stick. He then securely tied the obsidian dagger to the forked end of the stick, making a spear.

“The number of shark attacks reported every year is actually very low, even lower than those killed by bee stings, and only a small percentage are fatal. But survivors at sea are much more vulnerable, isolated, and helpless than the numerous beach swimmers mentioned in statistics.”

After tying the dagger, Bi Fang swung it around to get used to the feel. It seemed just right. If a shark attacked, he would fight back, hoping to kill the attacking sharks before the raft was torn apart.

He didn’t dare get too close to the edge of the raft, staying in the center instead, keeping a firm eye on the few White-fin Sharks in the water. He wasn’t too worried about the ones on the surface.

Sharks usually attack from a diagonal upward direction, so before an attack, their dorsal fin would suddenly disappear as they dive underwater. A visible dorsal fin is actually not that dangerous.

Furthermore, sharks from different regions have different habits. All sharks in the ocean are capable of preying on humans, but in tropical waters where food is abundant, the sharks are not vicious and are usually quite timid. A simple prod with a stick, especially on their sensitive snouts, can scare them off.

Moreover, sharks live and feed in the deep sea. Most of the time, they hunt at the bottom, but hungry sharks will rise to the surface along with schools of fish and enter shallow waters.

Unfortunately, Bi Fang found himself in both of these sad situations.

The North Atlantic is not only cold but also a place where sharks all rise to the surface, opening their mouths to enjoy a gluttonous feast.