But at the same time, Ye Feng also flung out a puddle of wet mud from his left hand.

Having learned stone-throwing techniques from Qi Xiaojie for a while, he figured he should be able to hit the target at such close range.

But Cheng Haojun knelt down and dodged again with a backbend.

"Such a quick reaction!"

Ye Feng was greatly shocked. Although he couldn't tell how strong the person in front of him was, his reaction and skills were definitely much faster than Tang Weiwei's.

Taking advantage of this moment, he had already taken out his compound bow and fired an arrow at Cheng Haojun, who had just stood up...

The sharp arrow grazed past Cheng Haojun's chest; he managed to dodge the attack.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Feng gave him no chance, retreating while firing two more arrows in quick succession.

Cheng Haojun dodged and weaved, constantly changing his posture...

As expected, both arrows grazed past him.

Ye Feng's eyes widened in surprise; he had never seen anything like it before.

The rate of fire of a compound bow is over 70 meters per second, so 0.1 seconds is 0.7 meters.

Given the current distance between them, could this guy's reaction... be completed in half a second?

"Is this guy not human?"

Ye Feng was shocked, but he immediately dismissed the possibility.

The opponent must have anticipated his firing position.

Thankfully, it was a repeating bow. If it were an ordinary compound bow, his neck would probably have been slashed open before the second arrow was even nocked.

When he drew his bow again to shoot, he found that Cheng Haojun had already hidden behind a tree.

"Ye Feng, your bow is pretty good, but it's still too slow..."

With a wicked grin, Cheng Haojun quickly rolled forward and landed behind another tree.

Ye Feng could only retreat step by step, holding his bow and arrow...

He wanted to aim, and the arrow followed the opponent's position.

But Cheng Haojun's figure was like a ghost, and he was fast. With the big tree as cover, Ye Feng didn't dare to fire an arrow easily.

Cheng Haojun weaved among the various trees, approaching Ye Feng while constantly chuckling.

"A compound bow, huh? A great weapon, but what a pity... you have no idea how to use it!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of leaves from the ground and threw them over the tree trunk.

Ye Feng was already nervous facing such a powerful opponent.

Like a startled bird, he immediately turned his bow and shot an arrow... naturally, it missed.

But in that moment of distraction, Cheng Haojun performed several more rolls and landed directly under another tree.

He hid behind a tree, watching Ye Feng frantically aiming around, and a sly smile of triumph crept across his face...

"Ye Feng! I remember your repeating bow can store a total of 7 arrows, right? You've already fired four, so you'd better make the most of the remaining three!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly moved closer to Ye Feng with several quick flashes.

"Because if all three of your shots miss, I'm going to slit your neck with this knife."

After you die, I will slowly get rid of your friends.

These three arrows could be said to determine the life or death of you and your friends!

Remember! You only have three chances!

Cheng Haojun kept making sarcastic remarks to Ye Feng, not because he was showing off or genuinely trying to remind him, but because of a psychological tactic.

It's like gamblers at a card table; when they've lost so many cards that they only have one left, they're often the most panicked.

Because they know that if they lose this hand, they will have no money left to win back their losses.

Therefore, they would examine each card in their hand slowly and carefully.

Ye Feng is now that gambler; if these three arrows miss, he will have no more chances.

Cheng Haojun wouldn't give him a chance to reload his arrows, and once he got close, Ye Feng wouldn't last more than 5 seconds against him.

He wanted to put psychological pressure on Ye Feng through this kind of trash talk.

The worst thing you can do in archery is to panic. If your mind wanders, your hand will tremble, and the arrow will naturally drift away...

Sure enough, Ye Feng's mind was completely in turmoil at this moment.

The bow handle, which he could usually hold firmly, was now trembling slightly.

Seeing Cheng Haojun gradually approaching him, he dared not fire casually and retreated more and more frequently.

Seeing this, Cheng Haojun launched into another sarcastic remark.

"Hehe... What's wrong, my king of the jungle? This is your home turf, don't you even have the courage to draw your bow?"

How about this, considering we're both compatriots... I quite admire you too.

If you surrender obediently, let me kill you and win the game...

I'll give your family some money and find the best doctor for your grandmother, which will also help you fulfill your wish, right?

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng simply frowned and remained silent.

As the most popular contestant on the show, his background had naturally been exposed long ago, which didn't surprise him.

But Cheng Haojun's words still disturbed his mindset.

Ye Feng came here to treat his grandmother, that's true, but he wanted to go back to see her alive even more.

He has endured more than two months of hardship and countless life-or-death ordeals here. He has finally made it this far, so how could he possibly die at this final hurdle?

At this moment, Ye Feng's brain was working at lightning speed.

I have to make a change, or I will definitely die at Cheng Haojun's hands.

But how can I escape danger when faced with someone who is flawless and superior to me in every aspect?

Just then, Cheng Haojun suddenly stopped his leaping figure, leaned out from behind the tree, and fired an arrow at Ye Feng.

Fortunately, Ye Feng's attention was always on him, and Ye Feng kept retreating towards areas with more trees.

The moment he saw the other person, he instinctively hid behind a tree.

The moment he moved, the arrow swept past the spot where he had been standing.

Not to be outdone, he immediately returned fire with an arrow...

Unfortunately, Cheng Haojun also returned to behind the tree, and both sides missed their shots.

"Haha... As expected of the King of the Jungle, he has a good mental fortitude and can even maintain such a strong sense of self-preservation."

But you only have two arrows left now. Have you thought about what to do with them?

If you miss me again, you're dead!

This time, Ye Feng didn't choose to remain silent. He knew the other party was trying to disrupt his mindset, so he directly retorted:

"You don't need to play these little tricks on me anymore. The reason you keep babbling is because you're afraid of my arrows, isn't it?"

If you're really that good, stop hiding! Come out and fight me head-on!

"To tell you the truth! I've figured out your pattern of action, and the next arrow will kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Haojun's smile faltered for a moment, but then he burst into even more unrestrained laughter.