Upon seeing Ye Feng, the two quickly went to greet him.

Zhan Pengwu grinned.

"Hehe~ Bro, all done. What the hell are these mercenaries? They're no match for you."

Tang Weiwei nodded, as if agreeing with this view.

"This level 8 mercenary doesn't seem to be very strong. He's far inferior to Horford."

His close-combat skills are probably on par with that guy Clayvin.

At this moment, Ye Feng's face was gloomy as he scanned the two of them, his tone questioning.

"Why did you two engage them in close combat? Why didn't you use an ambush and long-range shooting?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Weiwei explained the reason and what had just happened.

After listening, Ye Feng closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

"Are you two alright? Haven't you been to the center of the magnetic field? Once you go in, is it possible for an ordinary person to come out?"

They've just fainted; they still have a heartbeat for now, but they'll die soon.

These two are clearly lying to you. They want to kill you to buy time to escape.

"They don't even use their brains! Even if everyone else has escaped, how will they find them if these two suddenly change their route?"

Tang Weiwei paused for a moment, then realized that it made sense.

But Zhan Pengwu disagreed...

"Hehe~ It's okay, bro. The result is good. As long as you kill him, that's fine."

"What a load of rubbish!"

Ye Feng glared back at him and scolded:

"I'm warning you two one last time. If you really want to get out of here alive and well..."

Don't bring your martial arts competitiveness into fighting in the future.

This is a life-or-death battle, not your martial arts tournament!

Have you considered this? What if these two have a henchman following them, who might launch a sneak attack while you're fighting?

"No matter how powerful you are, can you withstand a poisoned arrow?!"

Neither of them spoke when Ye Feng suddenly reprimanded them.

They have always focused on close combat, and there is also the influence of Chinese cultural genes.

Because Chinese martial arts practitioners emphasize stopping when the point is reached, and this concept of martial virtue has been upheld for thousands of years.

Deep down, I feel that resorting to underhanded tactics is a bit despicable, and I instinctively feel a bit averse to it.

Tang Weiwei is fine, but Zhan Pengwu has been too heavily influenced by martial arts concepts and Buddhism.

After all, he is a Buddhist at heart. He has believed in Buddhism since childhood and likes to talk about martial virtues that have no practical significance.

But most importantly, he was itching to show his skills and really enjoyed the feeling.

"Okay, okay, I know, I'll remember next time!"

Zhan Pengwu chuckled, and Ye Feng, seeing that he had said all the nice things, didn't say anything more.

He glanced at his watch; Enzo was fifth on the villain list, worth 1.5 million, while Vitner, sixth, was worth 1 million.

Therefore, the prize pool has increased from 57.5 million to a full 60 million.

At the current exchange rate of 6.7, that's more than 400 million Chinese Yuan.

If we wait until the five people in that magnetic field area pass away, we'll need to add another 2.5 million.

Ye Feng remained expressionless; the cold, hard numbers did not cause him any emotional fluctuation, but rather a sense of melancholy.

The more money people have, the more greedy they become, and the more dangerous they become.

Soon, everyone began collecting the spoils of war.

Tang Weiwei took the lead and ran the fastest.

He excitedly picked up the blue composite bow that Enzo had dropped.

He had spotted this thing a long time ago; it had a cool design and four wheels, two large and two small.

He weighed it in his hand; the weight wasn't much different from his own compound bow, but when he pulled the bowstring, the resistance was significantly greater.

This means that the bow is very powerful and has a high weight. It's estimated to weigh over 50 pounds.

Moreover, the bow was just given out by the production team, so it was obviously new, and the bowstring wasn't frayed.

It's much better than the bow Ye Feng gave him.

A rare smile of joy appeared on Tang Weiwei's poker face.

He held it in his hand and played with it, quite happy.

Just as he was preparing to give the composite bow that Ye Feng had given him to Zhan Pengwu.

But then they discovered that Zhan Pengwu had also picked up Wittner's compound bow.

That was also new, and the weight was not low.

Helpless, Tang Weiwei could only look at the two women who were also using bows.

"Liu Sisi and Qi Xiaoyan, do you two want to use this bow? I have a new one now."

He proudly waved the new bow in his hand.

The two women shook their heads and refused outright…

It's not that they don't want to use it, but it's difficult to hold and pull it up.

The new bows that were seized from Kuz and the others are now being used by the two of them.

The power of a bow and arrow doesn't matter, because a person can't withstand a single arrow anyway.

The key is to shoot accurately and keep your hand steady.

Helpless, Tang Weiwei could only put the bow into her backpack. It would be a shame to throw it away, and she could keep it as a spare.

Half an hour later, the group managed to retrieve all the arrows, and the five people who had fainted in the magnetic field also died. The prize money reached 6250.

The group resumed their journey.

It was already past noon, and they hadn't gone very far all day.

Fortunately, the harvest was quite good.

They eliminated sixteen enemies and acquired a considerable amount of modern supplies.

Eight small bags of compressed biscuits, each weighing about 100 grams, which isn't much, but this stuff is nutritionally balanced and very filling when eaten with water.

Modern leg wraps and sleeves, and gas masks were provided to everyone, with some even having extras.

From now on, they will no longer be afraid of encountering miasma.

Four bows, twenty original arrows. Two compound bows, two recurve bows, all brand new.

As for the other small knives and tools, carry the useful but not heavy ones, and just throw away the rest.

After changing into their new gear, everyone seemed to have more energy to walk.

My mood is like a child who has just bought a new toy.

Even though it's raining now, they all have happy faces, chatting and laughing as they travel.

It was as if all the aftereffects of experiencing the magnetic field had disappeared.

It's clear what the doctors meant when they said...

"Maintaining a good mood while sick is beneficial for recovery."

It really is true.

Ye Feng also smiled, a rare occurrence. Trading travel time for so much equipment and the lives of so many enemies was clearly a huge win.

However, his joy was short-lived. When he saw the number 29 in the upper left corner of his watch, his brows furrowed.

The battle royale has been going on for almost three days, and there are still 29 people left.

While the results may seem impressive, every step was actually fraught with anxiety.

Imagine if the group hadn't accidentally wandered into the magnetic field that morning, and if Chou Chou hadn't come to inform Kuz and his group of their whereabouts.

Ye Feng would not obtain a large amount of information, nor would he use the magnetic field to kill these 11 people.

He knew very well that this involved his own wisdom and the hard work of everyone.

But next time, I'm afraid I won't be so lucky.

The teams ranked first, second, third, fourth, and eighth on the villain list have yet to appear.

Even if there is only one enemy, they must always be on high alert.