The artery was intact, but half an ear and a few pieces of flesh were missing.

He rowed to the shore under cover of night and spent the night in a tree...

The next day, they went to find herbs to treat their injuries and to collect vines and wood.

Fortunately, he had brought a knife and several camera batteries with him when he jumped off the raft.

Otherwise, he would have been eliminated long ago because the camera ran out of power.

Because he was injured and alone, he had been living a life of hardship these past few days.

They finally managed to build a raft, and only now, barely clinging to life, have they reached the designated location.

LeBron picked up another piece of flesh and put it in his mouth, his blood-stained teeth crunching loudly.

His expression was terribly gloomy, and he was muttering to himself...

"Ye Feng... don't let me run into you again."

He touched his still aching ear and blamed Ye Feng for his current miserable state.

I'm killing you to survive, but you can't resist.

If you resist and injure me, then you are the one who is stirring up trouble and disrupting peace.

All responsibility rests with you.

This is the classic robber logic of the Merricks, which they have continued to use for over a century.

LeBron glanced at the map on his watch, which clearly showed that they had arrived at this land.

Night is falling again, but he is still reluctant to reach the shore.

After replenishing his energy, he continued to row rapidly, his head constantly turning left and right towards both banks.

It seems to be searching for something...

After rowing for about 20 minutes, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked toward the 10 o'clock position.

Because a wisp of smoke was faintly rising from the jungle there.

He grinned maliciously, quickly brought the raft to shore, and ran straight towards the direction of the cooking smoke.

It turns out that the battery in the camera he's wearing now is the last one he has left.

And he used it for a whole day, so he figured the battery was almost empty.

If he isn't replaced soon, he'll most likely be eliminated tonight.

LeBron is a big fan of this show, especially of the challengers who have been eliminated in the past.

None of them made it out alive.

Like Ye Feng, he didn't know how the show eliminated contestants.

But the ending is definitely predictable: death.

Now, he's not just after the prize money anymore; he's fighting for his life.

He actually arrived here yesterday, but he's been looking for other challengers.

To be in the top five of the rankings, one must have some ability.

He knew that challengers would definitely choose to build camps by the river for easier access to water.

This is common sense for wilderness survival...

As long as you follow the river, you will definitely find it.

Before long, LeBron arrived at a dense, lush forest.

He twitched his hooked nose and caught a whiff of smoke with a meaty aroma.

It's obvious that someone is baking something.

He swallowed hard and quickly ran towards the source of the smell.

A few minutes later, he arrived at a U-shaped area covered with fallen leaves...

At the center of that "U" is a rectangular treehouse about 1.78 meters off the ground, roughly ten square meters in size.

The treehouse is made entirely of roughly neatly pieced-together pieces of wood, with no trace of rattan.

Black smoke was constantly billowing out of the mud chimney…

This treehouse looks like it was built by a professional team. It's more than ten times better than Ye Feng's treehouse.

It just looks a bit old, not like a house that the challengers could build.

LeBron was immediately filled with doubt…

"Could it be that, besides the challengers, there are other people living here?"

"ah!……"

Just then, a violent scream suddenly came from inside the room.

He was so frightened that his body stiffened...

It was a man's voice, and it sounded like he was enduring some great pain.

And the sound was followed by a series of groans.

There was still a chill in the quiet yet eerie woods.

LeBron mustered his courage and crept up, soon arriving outside the cabin.

Through a crack in the wooden house, he could see what was inside.

Inside the wooden cabin, four men were sitting against the wall, each wearing a camera on their head.

He is clearly a challenger just like him.

And it's not hard to tell from their deep-set eyes.

These are four white men…

Two of them were lying on the ground howling, one clutching his thigh and the other his buttocks.

In addition, they both had some scattered wounds on their bodies.

There were two bloodstained wooden arrows and a half-empty bottle of alcohol on the ground.

It was obvious that they were injured, and the other two were helping them disinfect.

However, the other two people also had bandages wrapped around their arms, but their injuries were not as severe.

LeBron narrowed his eyes, looked around, and then fixed his gaze on a square-faced man with a buzz cut and a black skull necklace tattooed around his neck.

He recognized him at a glance. This person was the fourth on the list, who was ranked ahead of him.

Clement Louis.

He works as a car washer and previously served five years in the army. He's very skilled…

LeBron frowned; he hadn't expected to run into such a tough opponent here.

I was originally planning to kill two people and grab some equipment first.

But now it seems that this approach is unlikely to work.

"ah!"

Just then, the white man lying on the ground let out another painful groan.

Clayvin looked displeased and kicked his foot hard.

"Kardi! Pull yourself together! It's just a fucking little injury, what are you yelling about!"

After saying that, he touched his right arm, which had just been bandaged...

"hiss…"

He gasped, gritted his teeth, and his anger was almost overflowing...

"Tang Weiwei, Zhan Pengwu! You damned Chinese, I'll remember you!"

Next time we meet, I'll definitely send you to meet your maker!

"Burton, hand me the alcohol."

As soon as he finished speaking, the curly-haired man named Bolton next to him pushed the little alcohol he had left in front of him.

Klein opened the cap and dripped some alcohol directly onto the bandage…

"Um!……"

The needle-like stinging pain made him involuntarily close his eyes and let out a muffled groan.

Seeing his pained expression, Burton frowned and said helplessly:

"I warned you long ago that those two Chinese people are not to be trifled with."

Tang Weiwei is a highly skilled and cunning archer, while Zhan Pengwu is martial arts proficient in close combat and also adept at using a knife.

Did you see the sword technique he just used? If I hadn't taken the opportunity to shoot him in the leg...

I'm afraid none of us will make it back today!

We learned our lesson back in the valley, why don't you ever learn?

Upon hearing this, Clayvin scoffed disdainfully, then a sinister smile crept across his face…