Both of them were from Zhipan. They originally had a small team of four people.

Their equipment was quite luxurious, including a bow and a knife, and they also had a good grasp of survival skills from the foot of the mountain.

Moreover, like Ye Feng, they all voluntarily signed up for the competition.

The fact that they've survived this long shows they have a knack for wilderness survival.

However, seventeen days ago, he was ambushed and killed by a group of Indians led by Sundar.

Due to the overwhelming numerical disadvantage, the four were no match for the enemy, and two of their companions died. Now only the two of them remain.

Just yesterday, while they were out hunting, they unexpectedly ran into Sandar again.

However, the two of them didn't have much with them at the time, and luckily they escaped.

Like everyone else, I encountered other challengers so frequently.

Even a fool could see that the production team had definitely put everyone in one place.

They knew that relying solely on their own strength would eventually become someone else's prize money.

So early this morning, the two of them packed their backpacks and ran away, and have been on their way until now.

Fortunately, they had plenty of survival tools, and now they just wanted to find a place to hide.

It's not that they dislike killing or money; it's just that their strength is limited.

The Zhipan people are extremely bloodthirsty among Asians, as can be seen from their war history.

"Yamashita, what if we get discovered again this time? Will we have to run away again?"

Hisatoshi looked worried. Both of them were actually quite averse to running away because they both believed in the Bushido spirit.

"Don't worry, it's too far for those Native Americans to catch up. Besides..."

At this point, a cold smile suddenly appeared on Yamashita's lips.

"Don't be fooled by the fierce appearance of these Indigenous pigs; they are just bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong."

When they encountered Cairnster's gang, they were beaten and forced to hide everywhere; they were just prey for others too.

"Hmph! If they didn't outnumber me, I'd really like to give them a good fight!"

"well……"

Jiu Cherang shook his head and sighed deeply; both of them were confused about the future.

While worrying about the strange and poisonous creatures in the jungle, they also have to constantly avoid their own kind.

And they also had to find food to survive.

They had been living in constant fear, not knowing where their next meal would come from, for seventeen days.

They dared not reveal their whereabouts at all.

"Forget it, Yi Kesuo... Let's go, let's go a little further and find a suitable place. We still need to set up camp today."

Yamashita got up, patted his butt, and pulled Kyochorō up to leave.

But just then...

"Beep beep beep!"

A voice familiar to all the challengers rang out in the forest.

This is the sound of the camera running out of power...

The two glanced at the cameras on each other's heads and found that no red light was on.

This proves that it wasn't their camera that ran out of power; there were other people in the woods!

"alert!"

Yamashita reacted the fastest, quickly taking off his backpack and grabbing his recurve bow. Kyochetsu followed closely behind…

But before they could nock their arrows, a figure suddenly jumped down from a large tree six or seven meters away.

He had greasy, messy hair about 5 inches long, and two strip-shaped wounds of different lengths on his left cheek.

Along with him, a large porcupine also fell to the ground. Judging from the still-dry bloodstains on its fur, it must have been caught not long ago.

This person was none other than Watanabe Yuya, who had been chased by Ye Feng but managed to escape by luck.

The sound of the camera running out of power came from his head.

He dashed down the mountain towards the two people in a single stride, his speed astonishing…

As soon as Yamashita drew his bowstring, Watanabe kicked it away with a high sweeping kick.

Before he could react, Watanabe made a graceful turn and swiftly slashed Yamashita's neck with his sword.

With a forceful slash, the person below the mountain frantically clutched their neck and stood frozen in place.

Jiu Che, who was standing nearby, quickly shot an arrow.

However, the wooden bow's firing rate and power were simply too poor, and Watanabe had already made preparations.

Moreover, bows and arrows are basically useless in close combat.

He easily dodged the arrow by bending over backwards, then suddenly sprang up and kicked the wooden bow away with his left foot.

"Press down the rice!"

As Jiu Cherang roared and cursed in his native language, he drew his knife.

But it was all too late; Watanabe's sword was one step ahead of him.

He only felt a flat, sharp object slice across his neck. It didn't hurt, but he knew that if the knife was moving too fast, there would indeed be no pain.

The person in front of me is clearly a master of the knife; I'm... definitely doomed.

The two men clutched their necks, staring incredulously at the single-eyelid Asian man in front of them.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion. They were certain this person wasn't in the top ten of the rankings.

But his knife skills are so remarkable…

"Who exactly are you...?"

Yamashita's face turned bright red from gripping his neck so tightly, and his body remained upright for a long time.

Watanabe grinned, revealing a sinister smirk.

He slowly raised the short knife in his hand that had slit the throats of the two men, but there wasn't a trace of blood on it.

Immediately afterwards, I heard him speak in Zhipan language in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Baka... Stop pinching your necks, or you'll strangle yourselves to death."

I didn't slit your throats at all, because I just used... the back of the knife...

It turned out that Watanabe had been hunting here and had just succeeded when he heard the voices of two people talking in the distance.

He was overjoyed; he was worried because he had no equipment, and now prey seemed to be delivered right to his doorstep…

So they decided to ambush and kill the two here.

But as the two men drew closer down the mountain, he realized they were communicating in Chipan language.

This made Watanabe extremely happy, as it was the first time he had encountered a fellow countryman in this game.

But out of caution, he climbed the tree to observe the situation first.

It turned out that the two had escaped and were carrying a recurve bow.

He had always kept Ye Feng's grudge in his heart and was just worried that he had no chance to avenge it.

Now that two lackeys and a recurve bow have come to us for free, there's no reason not to accept them.

He intended to come down and explain things to the two of them directly, but the camera suddenly ran out of power, so he had no choice but to use his skills to control them and prevent them from being shot by the other party with arrows.

Yamashita and Hisa slowly released their grip, only to discover that there seemed to be no blood or wounds on his neck.

What surprised them even more was that the man in front of them spoke fluent Zhipan language.

They, too, hadn't seen any Chinese people for a long time.

"You...you're a Zhipan person?"

He continued asking in the Zhipan language, seemingly unable to believe it.

Watanabe smiled and nodded, then introduced himself in Zhipan:

"Hi! Watashiwa Watanabe Yuya shrieks. From Shipandaiban."

I have offended you by showing off my skills just now.