So far, Ye Feng has never experienced the pain of losing his companions. Everyone has gone through hardships and survived.

But he could understand Tang Weiwei's feelings.

If one's own siblings were to die in front of them one day, they would probably be in great pain.

"Don't worry... As long as we are all of one mind and listen to me from now on, no one else in the team will die."

Ye Feng patted Tang Weiwei on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.

But Tang Weiwei gently brushed his hand away, her expression remaining serious.

He wasn't there to seek comfort; his submission to Ye Feng was...

Besides Ye Feng's survival skills and knowledge, the most important reason for valuing him was his loyalty to his companions.

This can be seen from the fact that he went to great lengths to make weapons for Zhan Pengwu.

Keep in mind, they've only known each other for less than four days...

Moreover, Fu Changxiong and the others were all wearing sturdy fish-scale armor.

This clearly demonstrates Ye Feng's character; he truly treats his companions as brothers and family, not as tools...

"Ye Feng, as long as your goal is to help everyone survive, I will do whatever you ask of me in the future, even if it is dangerous."

But remember, my current approval of you doesn't mean I'll always approve of you.

If I find out that you're just like those foreigners, sacrificing your companions for your own benefit...

I will kill you without hesitation…

Tang Weiwei's tone was unusually cold when she said that last sentence; it didn't sound like she was joking at all.

Ye Feng felt goosebumps all over his body from being stared at by his murderous gaze.

After a moment, Ye Feng nodded with a relieved expression...

"I won't do that, because one million is enough for me. Believe it or not..."

Tang Weiwei looked at him silently, and after about ten seconds, her expression softened.

He got up and dusted himself off...

"Alright, as long as you truly want to lead us to the end, we brothers will do our best to protect you."

It's getting late, I'm going to hunt some game...

After saying that, he walked into the depths of the woods.

Watching Tang Weiwei's retreating figure, Ye Feng pursed his lips and revealed a pleased smile.

Although this person seems a bit arrogant, to put it simply... he's a bit pretentious.

But for some reason, he always felt that this person's words were very credible and made him feel very safe.

He doesn't seem like the type to betray his comrades. Perhaps... he and I really are the same kind of person...

After resting for a while, Ye Feng picked up the compound bow and began practicing.

The bow has too many pounds; his left arm would feel sore and weak after holding it up for a short while.

To maintain accuracy during continuous fire, the left arm holding the bow must remain still.

So the first thing he needs to solve is the problem of strength in his left arm.

The method is simple: targeted strength training.

Ye Feng held the bow in his left hand and placed his right hand behind his back, aligning the center of the bow with his shoulder.

Try to hold the position for as long as possible. As long as you apply enough pressure to your arms, you can achieve results with consistent practice over a long period.

Your arm will adapt to the weight, and the time spent arching the bow will increase significantly.

And so, for the next three days, Ye Feng and Tang Weiwei continued to practice with the new bow.

Fu Changxiong and Zhan Pengwu, on the other hand, were constantly honing their weapons.

Liu Sisi and Qi Xiaoyan were responsible for taking care of the wounded and washing the stolen clothes and some dirty medical gauze.

While he was at it, he also fired some small jars and sewed leg wraps and sleeves for Tang Weiwei and the other two.

After all, they would soon be on their way, and even with the highest level of martial arts, one could very well die from some kind of poisonous insect.

And so, time flew by amidst everyone's busy figures.

Before we knew it, it was the morning of the 52nd day of the game.

Everyone was packing their bags, clearly preparing to leave.

Ye Feng calculated that it had been more than two weeks since he left the treehouse.

Tang Weiwei's place does have pretty good resources, with mountains and water, and you can often see some small animals around.

However, this shelter was too shabby; it was less than 10 square meters, yet it managed to squeeze in 8 people.

During this time, in order to make room for the wounded, Ye Feng and the others basically slept curled up in a ball.

I wake up with aches and pains all over my body, and my sleep quality is greatly reduced.

Fortunately, everyone recovered from their injuries quickly.

Qi Xiaoyan and Liu Sisi suffered superficial injuries, and their wounds have basically healed.

Zhan Pengfei suffered a penetrating wound, which was quite serious.

But he is a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, and fortunately he had stocked up on a lot of Chinese medicinal herbs beforehand. The wound has now scabbed over, and the pain has been relieved a lot.

As for Qi Xiaojie, he suffered mostly internal injuries.

With the continuous use of various traditional Chinese medicines such as Rafflesia, Clematis armandii, and Tabebuia odorata bark…

The bruises on his body had mostly faded, his headache had subsided, and his arm was basically healed.

Seeing that everyone was gradually returning to their best condition, Ye Feng realized it was time to head back.

These days of not being able to sleep well made him feel as if he had returned to the time when he was drifting on a great river.

This will definitely affect my mental state in the long run, and these past few days I've been eating mostly dried meat, bird meat, rat meat, and stir-fried insects...

Tang Weiwei and the other two enjoyed their meal immensely, as they had never tasted anything particularly good before.

But Ye Feng is a picky eater; having grown accustomed to a comfortable life, he could only barely accept this kind of food.

So he got up very early this morning, eager to leave as soon as possible.

However, there were two other people who got up even earlier than him…

After stepping out of the treehouse, he saw Fu Changxiong and Zhan Pengwu.

At this moment, the two were wielding their weapons, and they looked quite skilled at it.

During this period of time...

After days of continuous refinement, their weapon finally took shape.

Fu Changxiong's spear had changed from its original dark appearance to a solid, shiny silver spear.

Including the spearhead, the entire spear is about 2.1 meters long. Although its sharpness and point are not as good as a short dagger, Ye Feng has tested it...

Even dried pigskin can be cut open with a little more force.

Zhan Pengwu's spiked club was also completed yesterday, for which Ye Feng put in a lot of effort.

Fearing that Zhan Pengwu might injure himself in future battles, Ye Feng modified the spiked club.

One end is a sharp cone, each spike about six or seven centimeters long, and the other end is a steel rhomboid blunt instrument, about three or four centimeters high.

The stick is 1.9 meters long and weighs about 30 kilograms...

It looks like a strange creature from the outside, but once a person is hit by it, they will be able to do so.

The sharp steel spikes could instantly create several bloody holes in the opponent's body.

However, the power of a blunt weapon should not be underestimated.

With Zhan Pengwu's strength, he could easily break the opponent's bones and tendons.

Both men were burly and had similar personalities. After the weapons were completed, they quickly became friends.

Fu Changxiong didn't know kung fu, so Zhan Pengwu instructed him from the side.

Ye Feng walked slowly behind the two without making a sound to disturb them.

At this moment, Zhan Pengwu was wielding his spiked club with both hands.

"Buzzing..."