The one-on-one match hadn't even started yet, and Ji Yan's team was already losing members one after another. Looking at the two remaining members, Ji Yan's expression was quite interesting.
In any case, the inevitable defeat is already laid out before us.
The tool she found... was just a half-rotten stick picked up from the grass. It might be okay for hitting a dog, but it was probably not good enough for a fight.
But she had no choice.
This was the only one she found.
The two people in her group weren't much better off. Jiang Yu was holding a long stick, which was covered with scratches of varying depths. It was clear that Jiang Yu had put in a lot of effort to get his hands on this stick.
But these are all secondary. The most important thing is that one end of the stick is very sharp, the kind of sharp that looks like it could pierce the skin directly.
If it weren't for the fact that this sharp end was on a wooden stick, Ji Yan thought that the sharp end of the stick could reflect light under sunlight.
This was a handy tool that Jiang Yu had spent an entire night finding, while the person standing next to him casually picked up a fishbone and stood there silently watching An Ning and the others.
The bright red bloodstains that Anning and the others carelessly scattered inside the tent last night were obtained using these fish bones.
They were able to poke it right the first time, and the blood from the dead fish inside would give off a strong fishy smell, but Ji Yan and Lin Ran didn't pay any attention to it at the time, assuming it was just because they were at the beach.
When she saw the grilled fish that An Ning and the others were holding, she almost broke down.
What caught the eye most in Anning and the others' hands was not the small copper piece she was holding, but the grilled fish skewered on a wooden stick.
The aroma of the grilled fish was irresistible, and even though she and Anning were several meters apart, the smell still reached her nose.
It smells wonderful; it's a scent she'll like.
But she can't eat it.
"Did you catch these fish last night?"
Ji Yan tried her best to suppress her inner desires and forced herself not to look at the grilled fish in An Ning's hand. After trying for a long time, she finally asked such a question.
"Yes."
Anning nodded. "That's the kind of stuff that was sprinkled in the tent yesterday."
When she answered the question, her expression was innocent, showing no sign of discomfort.
It was as if I were talking about something very ordinary.
But apart from her, no one would think this was ordinary, not even Meng Qi, who did it with her.
Last night, An Ning's actions could be described as swift, accurate, and ruthless. Under the only moonlight, she caught six fish by herself, gutted them on the spot with a small copper piece, and even mischievously saved the fish blood as a big gift for Ji Yan and Lin Ran.
Because everyone on Anning's side was holding a grilled fish, Jiang Yu and his group had to wait for Anning and the others to finish eating before they could start the competition, and this wait lasted for more than ten minutes.
After Anning finally threw away the wooden stick in her hand, the first thing she said was, "Six against three, I don't think there's any need to continue this fight."
"Because I think it will be very easy for me to win."
She can do this without even having to put in much effort.
Ji Yan is an actress, so she's obviously not good at fighting. Jiang Yu looks tall and strong, but An Ning never thought he was a good fighter.
As for Fang Qi, An Ning felt there was still some possibility.
He seems like the kind of person who doesn't talk much on ordinary days, but can be terrifying when he explodes.
"How about I fight you?" An Ning looked at Fang Qi and tentatively asked.
Fang Qi was stunned after hearing An Ning's words, as if he had not expected An Ning to suddenly say such a thing.
Seeing his surprised reaction, An Ning found it somewhat amusing. "What's wrong? Do you look down on me?"
She fiddled with the bronze piece in one hand, her eyes lowered, and she didn't look at Fang Qi anymore.
Even so, Fang Qi still felt a sticky gaze lingering on him, as if it wanted to devour him.
Was it just his imagination?
no.
Anning is looking at him now.
He stared intently at the other person out of the corner of his eye, completely forgetting what he had said earlier.
If Fang Qi had agreed to her request at that moment, then her attempts to seduce him would have been completely useless.
She would never stop until a winner was decided.
"No, if you want to choose me as your opponent, that's fine."
After a silence of more than ten seconds, Fang Qi answered An Ning's question seriously.
"Then you'd better step back quickly, don't delay my sparring."
These words weren't spoken to Fang Qi, but rather to everyone except Fang Qi.
His tone was filled with excitement.
No one noticed that Anning seemed to be acting a little strange at this moment.
Even Fang Qi, who was standing opposite An Ning, was the same.
"Don't kill them, stop when you've made a move?" Looking at the person opposite her, a sharp fishbone suddenly slid out from An Ning's wrist. She held the snow-white fishbone and twirled it with her fingertips, just like a pen that students would twirl in their hands during class. The speed was so fast that it left afterimages.
Li An, bewildered that his survival challenge had suddenly turned into a competition, stared blankly at the screen.
Can anyone tell him why things turned out this way?
And why did An Ning choose Fang Qi as her opponent?
Judging from appearances, Jiang Yu is clearly the better fighter.
This is something that probably no one except An Ning and Fang Qi knows.
Some things are immediately obvious to people like you.
For example, Fang Qi is a violent element hidden beneath a mask.
An Ning had barely approached when Fang Qi kicked her directly in the waist with such force that it was obvious just by looking at the footage.
If that kick had actually landed, my back would have been sore for at least three days, if not bruised.
Seeing Fang Qi's foot getting closer and closer to her waist, An Ning not only did not retreat, but instead went straight to meet him!
She grabbed the ankle of the leg that was aimed straight at her waist and slammed it away. In the meantime, she also raised her left leg and kicked Fang Qi in the knee.
She didn't hold back at all; it was clear she was using all her strength.
This fight didn't look like a friendly sparring match; it looked like they were risking their lives.
It wasn't just because of those two kicks, but because of their subsequent actions.
Fang Qi was kicked to the ground on one knee by An Ning's kick, and An Ning was not much better off. When Fang Qi was kicked to the ground, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed An Ning's collar and pulled her hard. As An Ning leaned forward and lost control, he kicked her right leg straight at her ankle with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to break her ankle.
Before her body collapsed to the ground, Anning's eyes widened, and the emotion surging in her pupils was not disbelief, but excitement.
That was the look of joy at finally discovering one's own kind.
It seems Fang Qi usually puts on a pretty convincing act.
She supported herself on one hand, kneeling on one knee, breathing slightly heavily, "Ouch, that still hurts."
"Looks like you've been hiding your true colors. Perfect timing for a good fight."
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