Then, the audience described in detail to Sang Ning how delicious the good food was and how bad the bad food was.

When praising someone, the adjectives are extremely exaggerated and ornate; when criticizing someone, the words are sharp to the extreme.

If this happened to an ordinary person, they would probably be so criticized that they would develop psychological trauma, become depressed, or never recover.

Just as Sang Ning was about to speak, the system sprite suddenly broadcast a notice of withdrawal from the competition.

Contestant number 2343 has withdrawn from the competition.

Sang Ning: "...Does anyone know why contestant number 2343 withdrew from the competition?"

I know that number 2343 is Dubois. He was bitten by something unknown on the grassland. He is considered the first intelligent life in wilderness survival and has rich survival experience.

After being bitten yesterday, he treated the wound himself, but this morning he developed varying degrees of swelling all over his body and suffered from diarrhea. He was so dehydrated that he couldn't take it anymore and called the program crew.

That's right. After examining him, the medical robot discovered that he had been poisoned with a new type of toxin, the first such case in history. No single antidote could completely neutralize the poison in his body; the only option was to use a comprehensive, universal antidote to temporarily alleviate the symptoms.

[Ningning, be careful not to get bitten by any weird things. Dubois is so unlucky. With his strength, he shouldn't have had to withdraw from the competition, but he was defeated on the battlefield because of poisoning. It's really tragic.]

Yes, Ningning, you need to be careful. Stay away from any unfamiliar creatures, or you might get bitten.

All the audience members were telling Sang Ning to be careful, and she nodded to indicate that she knew, "Thank you for your concern, I will be careful."

Amidst laughter and conversation, we reached the summit.

Emmanuel and Elliott were active-duty soldiers with military positions, and they were very self-disciplined. When Sang Ning returned, the two of them were practicing, or rather, fighting, on the southeast side of a mountaintop, a few dozen meters away from Mu Tao and the others.

They fought with tremendous force, the sound of their punches cutting through the air almost comparable to a sonic boom.

Sanning, "···"

I knew beforehand that these two were incredibly strong, but watching them live and seeing them in person are two completely different experiences.

Watching it live, she only thought the sparring between the two was wonderful, but watching it live made her heart sink completely.

Even though her cultivation technique had been running continuously during this time, and her physical strength and even power had increased significantly, she still couldn't compare to the elite race in this world who had undergone comprehensive genetic optimization by consuming gene-modifying fluid.

Emmanuel and his companions were not only elite humans, but also soldiers with extensive combat experience.

Now that they're teammates, the danger isn't great; on the contrary, their formidable fighting skills make Sang Ning feel incredibly safe.

However, once the survival phase comes to an end, when all the players are vying for the final victory, the team will definitely disband, and their status as competitors means they cannot get along peacefully.

Under these circumstances, Sang Ning really had no confidence that he could defeat Emmanuel and his group.

Her road to victory is long and arduous.

Good morning, Ningning.

As soon as Sang Ning appeared from the forest, Emmanuel and the others detected her presence with their powerful, outward-projecting spiritual energy.

The two didn't stop fighting immediately, but waited until Sang Ning had completely walked into the woods before stopping and coming over to greet her.

"Good morning." Sang Ning smiled, and Emmanuel's gaze fell on the basket she was carrying. "A good haul."

Why is it all grass, mushrooms, and roots, with no meat at all?

"good."

“I’ll help you carry it.” Elliott reached out, and Sunning handed him the basket. Seeing this, Emmanuel took the basket off Sunning’s back, which was also full.

He held back for a while, but finally couldn't help but say, "If you get up early tomorrow, don't go into the mountains alone. Ollie and I will go with you."

"Please call me Elliott, thank you. My name isn't Ollie."

Elliott corrected him earnestly, clearly disliking the name Ollie.

Emmanuel didn't seem to care. "It doesn't matter. As long as I know it's you, that's enough. Besides, a name is just a code."

"Oh, then according to your logic, it shouldn't be a problem for me to call you Xiaoman."

Elliott readily agreed, but Emmanuel shot him a glare. He then curled his lips into a half-smile and said, "You said it yourself, a name is just a code. It's fine if you know it's calling you."

Emmanuel, "..."

Sang Ning silently distanced herself from the two of them. At this moment, she finally understood why the audience described the two of them as having a love-hate relationship.

You say they have a good relationship? They're always fighting or bickering.

You might think they don't get along, but they're inseparable.

Sang Ning felt that no woman was as difficult to deal with as these two. In order not to become a fish in the pond, she would rather stay away.

As a result, she dodged to the front of the wooden tub and found that the water inside was gone.

Sang Ning stood in front of the buckets, thinking about how when she left, she saw that there was still one bucket of water, but now both buckets were empty.

Turning around, her gaze fell on the two people who were bickering as they walked over. After a two-second silence, she said, "You two, stop arguing. There's something very important that I need you to do."

Is there something very important that needs their help?

The two looked at her at the same time. Sang Ning smiled and said, "There's no fresh water left for making breakfast. You'll need to fetch some water from the stream where you bathed last night. Do you remember the layout?!"

Elliott, "..."

Emmanuel, "!!!"

They exchanged a glance, and Emmanuel chuckled, "Why us?"

"If you don't want to, you can choose to build a house."

Sang Ning smiled, "Nobody eats for free. I'm also a very democratic person; the choice is yours."

Emmanuel glanced at Mu Tao and the others, who were sleeping soundly on their backs, and raised an eyebrow. "They're still not awake."

"I'll wake up soon."

As he spoke, Sanning went over and woke everyone up one by one. Emmanuel and Elliott were speechless.

"Let's go fetch water."

"Bring the bamboo tubes along too, and fill them all up."

Pointing to the strings of bamboo tubes hanging on the tree, Sang Ning gave instructions.

"oh."

Emmanuel picked up the bucket, and Elliott, looking annoyed, went to the tree and took down the bamboo tube hanging there.

He had too many bamboo tubes to carry in both hands, so he simply hung several strings around his neck and then strode briskly into the woods.

Emmanuel immediately followed.

audience,"···"

The images of the two generals were simply suffocating to them.

Elliott's appearance, in particular, is strikingly similar to that bald man in human history who was barefoot and had a string of enormous beads around his neck.

The difference between the two is that the bald guy, besides being bald and having a big bead, also has a big belly.

Elliott has hair, the big beads don't have bamboo tubes, and there are several strings of them, but he doesn't have a big belly.

Mu Tao and the others were fully awake, and they were all refreshed and exclaimed that they had slept so well and soundly.

Before the words were even finished, another series of sawing sounds rang out.