113: The terrifying upright apes are on the move.

In the livestream room, the Chinese audience witnessed the moment Lu Fan's arm was clawed by the Cheetah, and they let out a collective gasp. Their hearts leaped into their throats, and the tense atmosphere felt as if it could ignite the air.

"Haha, Lu Fan is finished now!"

The foreign viewers, like vultures smelling blood, cheered with schadenfreude, their piercing laughter seemingly trying to penetrate the screen.

However, they had all severely underestimated Lu Fan.

This sudden injury did not make Lu Fan retreat; instead, it acted like a fire, completely igniting the fury deep within his heart.

His eyes instantly became as fierce as a vicious wolf's, and the adrenaline in his body surged sharply, every nerve being scorched by the flames of anger.

At this moment, Lu Fan had only one unwavering thought: kill this beast.

After the Cheetah's successful strike, it didn't give Lu Fan a chance to breathe. It bared its claws and fangs, pouncing again like black lightning, bringing with it a whistling wind.

Lu Fan took a deep breath, enduring the piercing pain from his arm. Instead of retreating, he charged forward toward the Cheetah without hesitation.

At the moment the Cheetah pounced, relying on his amazing reaction speed and agile movements, he flashed to the side, skillfully avoiding the lethal attack.

Simultaneously, with lightning speed and incredible power, he reached out and accurately grabbed the Cheetah by the throat.

The Cheetah clearly hadn't expected Lu Fan's bold and sharp counterattack. It struggled frantically, its sharp claws flailing in the air, creating flashes of cold light as it tried to break free from Lu Fan's iron grip.

But being mid-air with no leverage, it was like a fish out of water, only able to struggle incessantly.

Lu Fan gritted his teeth, his facial muscles tensed from the effort, and the muscles on his arms bulged like hard steel. His hands were like iron pincers, locking the Cheetah's neck tightly, slowly cutting off its breath.

"F*ck your mother!"

Lu Fan roared, his voice filled with anger and determination. The roar seemed capable of shattering the sky, venting the overwhelming fury in his heart.

While locked in a stalemate with the Cheetah, Lu Fan freed his other hand and drew the dagger from his waist as fast as possible.

At this moment, there wasn't a trace of fear in his eyes; instead, they were replaced by endless killing intent, as if he had transformed into a god of death from hell.

He didn't hesitate to stab the Cheetah, blow after blow. Each strike carried his full rage and total strength, every hit being fatal.

The Cheetah's struggles gradually weakened, and fear began to surface in its eyes—the fear of death.

But Lu Fan didn't soften his heart at all. He seemed to have fallen into a combat frenzy, continuously swinging the dagger. Blood splattered all over him like a fountain, staining his clothes a shocking dark red.

In the livestream room, everyone was stunned by this scene. The Chinese audience's extreme tension was instantly replaced by excitement and pride.

"Lu Fan, good job!"

"Too awesome, this is our hero!"

"Watching this makes my blood boil. I kicked my big brother aside and plowed ten acres of land."

"Upstairs, you'd better be talking about actual land."

"Am I the only one who noticed Great God Lu Fan just cursed?"

The foreign viewers were completely intimidated by Lu Fan's ferocity and power.

In an instant, the mocking and cursing barrage comments in the livestream room receded like a tide, vanishing without a trace.

In their place was a dead silence, as if everyone had been conquered by Lu Fan's bravery and dared not make another sound.

As Lu Fan's final blow landed, the Cheetah's body finally went limp like a pile of mud, collapsing heavily to the ground, motionless.

Lu Fan let go and panted heavily, his arm still bleeding continuously.

He was covered in sweat and blood, looking exhausted, but his eyes shone with the light of victory—the pride and self-satisfaction of defeating a powerful enemy.

Da Hei wobbled over and affectionately rubbed his head against Lu Fan's leg, letting out a weak cry as if expressing worry for his master and relief at their survival.

An Lan also rushed over. Looking at Lu Fan's injured arm, her eyes were full of heartache, and her rims turned slightly red: "How are you? Is the injury serious?"

"I'm fine. I could have cleared this without taking damage, but I underestimated its cunning," Lu Fan said, pretending to be relaxed, though he was actually annoyed by his own carelessness.

An Lan looked at the Cheetah's corpse with lingering fear, her voice still trembling slightly: "How do we handle this corpse?"

Lu Fan looked at it, thought for a moment, and said with a grave expression: "Let Da Hei eat it. Otherwise, the feedback reward to our country would be a risk. Imagine ten thousand Cheetahs; the country would really have a hard time dealing with that."

Returning to the Shelter, the scorching sunlight filtered through the gaps in the mottled leaves, shining on the two exhausted people and the dog.

An Lan helped Lu Fan sit down slowly, her eyes filled with heartache and anxiety.

She quickly turned around and searched for the medicinal herbs she had carefully collected earlier.

Under her diligent drying and preservation, these herbs emitted a faint fragrance, now becoming the light of hope to heal their wounds.

An Lan first went to Da Hei's side. This loyal companion was also covered in shocking wounds from protecting everyone.

She gently stroked Da Hei's head, trying to soothe its exhaustion. Da Hei sensibly lay on the ground, its eyes showing trust and reliance on its master.

An Lan took the herbs and carefully crushed them. The juice of the herbs slowly seeped out in her hands, emitting a unique scent. She cautiously applied these herbs to Da Hei's wounds, every movement gentle and focused, for fear of hurting this brave companion.

Da Hei occasionally let out a low whimper, as if recounting the hardships of the battle or thanking An Lan for her care.

After treating Da Hei's wounds, An Lan quickly went to Lu Fan's side.

She gently unbuttoned Lu Fan's sheepskin shirt, which was sticky with blood. The wounds were shocking, with bloodstains that seemed to tell the story of the thrilling battle just now.

An Lan's hands trembled slightly, her eyes full of pity, and tears of heartache welled up in them.

She first used clean water to carefully wash the blood around the wound. With every wipe, Lu Fan couldn't help but frown, but he endured the pain without making a sound, showing incredible willpower.

After cleaning, An Lan evenly applied the crushed herbs to the wound. The coolness of the herbs instantly relieved the burning sensation, and Lu Fan's brow gradually relaxed.

Next, she took out clean tissues and carefully bandaged Lu Fan's wound, wrap after wrap, her movements skilled and gentle. Every knot was tied extra tight, as if weaving a sense of security.

During the bandaging process, Lu Fan looked at An Lan's focused expression, a warm current rising in his heart. He said softly, "An Lan, thanks to you this time. If you hadn't rushed over in time, I don't know what would have happened."

An Lan looked up at Lu Fan, her eyes full of determination, her tone carrying a hint of reproach: "What are you saying? We are a team. When we encounter danger, of course we face it together. Don't be so reckless again; I was really worried about you. Thinking about that scene just now still scares me."

As she spoke, An Lan patted her chest, still feeling lingering fear.

Lu Fan nodded slightly, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, I'll be careful in the future. I just really didn't expect that guy to use a feint."

An Lan gently tapped Lu Fan's head and grumbled, "You didn't think? They've been through countless battles in the wilderness; how could it be that simple?"

At this time, the popularity in the livestream room remained high.

The Chinese audience expressed their concern and praise for Lu Fan and An Lan in the barrage comments.

"Lu Fan is too powerful, being able to turn defeat into victory against such a fierce Cheetah!"

"An Lan is also great. Not only did she bravely come to support, but she also knows how to treat wounds. She's so thoughtful!"

The foreign viewers were mostly silent, their previous mocking and cursing words seemingly blown away by a gust of wind.

Occasionally, a few barrage comments marveled at Lu Fan's strength: "This Chinese man's combat power is too terrifying. It seems we really can't underestimate him."

After treating the wounds, Lu Fan and An Lan sat in the Shelter, reflecting on the battle with a myriad of emotions.

Lu Fan knew that although this victory was hard-won, it also made him realize more clearly that in this dangerous world, any slight negligence could lead to fatal consequences.