?75: Chapter 74: Duel with a Cheetah 75: Chapter 74: Duel with a Cheetah The cheetah is a type of feline.

    Unlike other felines, it relies on speed for hunting, rather than stealth or pack hunting.

    It is the fastest animal on land, capable of accelerating from a standstill to 65 kilometers per hour in just three strides and can sprint at a speed of up to 115 kilometers per hour, three times as fast as the world champion sprinter in the 100 meters.

    Although the three of them had bows and arrows in hand, they still did not dare to underestimate the cheetah, for once it started running, even a sharpshooter would find it very difficult to hit the target.

    Clearly, the cheetah had spotted the trio; it stopped its lazy steps, its eyes narrowing, filled with a dangerous air.

    Nowadays, cheetahs were rare; even Qiangba, as a seasoned hunter, had only seen one two or three times.

    “Don’t run, no one can outrun a cheetah,” Qiangba said softly, slowly taking his bow and arrows from his back.

    Wang Dadong, too, furrowed his brows in the face of the cheetah.

    Lions and tigers had nearly gone extinct; this creature was now considered the apex of the food chain in the forest.

    The cheetah seemed not to take the three men seriously, opening its mouth for a big yawn.

    “Now’s our chance!” Qiangba’s pupils contracted as he released the bowstring.

    Whoosh!

    The arrow flew out, aiming for the cheetah’s head.

    This cheetah was huge, measuring about two meters in length.

    If any other part of the body was targeted, it was very likely not to kill the animal.

    If they failed to kill the cheetah with the first strike, they were likely to face the cheetah’s deadly counterattack, and then all three of them would hardly escape death.

    However, just as the arrow was about to penetrate the cheetah’s skull, it suddenly pressed its front paws to the ground and its body swiftly moved back half a meter, like lightning.

    Thud!

    The arrow missed and hit a tree trunk instead.

    Qiangba also had an astonishing reaction, shooting out a second feathered arrow just as the first missed.

    The other member of the Zhuang ethnic people also began to shoot, but Wang Dadong did not fire his arrow, knowing that it would be impossible to hit the cheetah.

    The cheetah had already started running, like a beige flash of lightning, making it impossible to aim.

    Pop, pop, both arrows shot by the two men missed their mark.

    “Run!”

    With a loud shout, Qiangba took to his heels without a second thought.

    Although they definitely could not outrun the cheetah, not running meant certain death; a single swipe of the cheetah’s claws could tear a person in half.

    The trio ran wildly, looking for opportunities to fire off arrows as they did so.

    Qiangba was the fastest, Wang Dadong was second, and the other member of the Zhuang ethnic group was the slowest.

    The cheetah, true to its reputation as the fastest runner, caught up to Moso, who was last in line, in just a few seconds.

    When it was five or six meters away from Moso, the cheetah suddenly leaped forward, pouncing at Moso.

    Just as Moso was about to meet his death under the cheetah’s sharp claws, Wang Dadong quickly turned around and pushed Moso out of the way.

    Then, the cheetah’s two massive paws came down on Wang Dadong.

    The cheetah’s paws were thicker than Wang Dadong’s arms, their sharp and cold gaze chilling to the bone.

    Wang Dadong’s pupils dilated, and as he fell to the ground, he grabbed the cheetah’s two paws with a sudden surge of strength.

    Bang, Wang Dadong was knocked to the ground by the cheetah.

    Luckily, he had grabbed the cheetah’s paws in advance; otherwise, he likely would have been gutted by now.

    Qiangba and Moso reached behind instinctively, only to find their quivers were empty.

    “Don’t worry about me, run!” Wang Dadong shouted angrily, his hands bulging with veins, managing to hold onto the cheetah’s paws which failed to pull free from his grip.

    “Roar!”

    The cheetah let out an angry roar, causing leaves to scatter throughout the forest.

    “Brother Zhaxi, we won’t leave you behind,” Moso said, unwilling to go.

    If it hadn’t been for Wang Dadong, he was sure the cheetah would have torn him to pieces by now.

    “Run fast, don’t let Zhaxi’s sacrifice be in vain!” Qiangba pulled Moso up and they sprinted towards the outskirts of the forest.

    In Qiangba’s view, Wang Dadong, pinned down by the cheetah, was as good as dead, and if they didn’t run fast, once the cheetah finished off Wang Dadong, they would be doomed as well.

    After Qiangba and Moso escaped danger, a slight smile appeared at the corner of Wang Dadong’s mouth.

    With sudden force, he lifted the cheetah, then rolled, escaping its grasp.

    “You’re just the right thing for stretching my muscles.” Wang Dadong grinned and kicked the cheetah in the waist; the massive beast flew outwards, an astonishing display of power.

    The cheetah let out a whimper and turned to flee.

    Once it started running, there was nothing that could catch up with it.

    However, the cheetah quickly realized its mistake, because the human who had just kicked it not only possessed immense strength but could run even faster than it could.

    Wang Dadong, keeping pace with the cheetah, suddenly pounced, knocking it to the ground.

    They rolled together for more than ten meters before coming to a stop.

    Stabilizing himself, the cheetah struggled to get up but found its neck firmly gripped.

    The cheetah struggled fiercely, but the grip on its neck only tightened.

    A few minutes later, it stopped moving altogether.

    Lin Shiyan shook her head.

    At this moment, why did she think of that guy again?

    Although she no longer despised Wang Dadong as much as she did at first, for him to be her, Lin Shiyan’s husband, Wang Dadong still had a long way to go.

    Lin Shiyan was preparing to stand up to help Granny Yangjin care for the sick when suddenly, a commotion arose in the village.

    “It’s terrible, Brother Zhaxi has been captured by a cheetah,” Qiangba shouted.

    Lin Shiyan’s heart skipped a beat.

    Zhaxi is an honorary term the Zhuang ethnic people use for men whose names they do not know.

    Currently, in this village, the only person called Zhaxi was Wang Dadong!

    Lin Shiyan hurried over.

    “Brother Qiangba, what, what did you say?”

    “On our way back, we encountered a cheetah.

    Brother Zhaxi was knocked down while saving Moso,” Qiangba explained.

    “What!” Lin Shiyan felt unsteady on her feet.

    She had just been fantasizing whether Wang Dadong would be willing to fight with the fierce cheetah for her.

    However, she hadn’t expected that in a blink of an eye, the fantasy had become a reality.

    “You guys, quick, go save him!” Lin Shiyan urged anxiously.

    Zhuoma shook her head in pain, “No one can defeat a cheetah.”

    A Yong had failed when he challenged the cheetah and in the end, even his bones were not left behind.

    It is impossible for a human to defeat a cheetah.

    At that moment, Meiduo finished her work and came back.

    Upon learning that Wang Dadong had encountered the cheetah, she didn’t say a word.

    She went straight to her house, fetched her bow and arrow, and prepared to look for Wang Dadong.

    “Meiduo, you stop right there!” Granny Yangjin came out with a face full of sorrow.

    “Granny, I must go save Brother Zhaxi,” Meiduo said, carrying the bow and arrow on her back, her small hand tightly clutching the dagger Wang Dadong had given her.

    Since receiving the dagger from Wang Dadong, she always carried it on her waist.

    “Child, your sister has already lost her man; do you wish to follow in her footsteps?

    Your Brother Zhaxi is already dead,” Granny Yangjin said, tears streaming down her face.