"???"
What kind of outrageous and treacherous words are these?
"Forcing the contestant to withdraw from the competition, and that's all?"
Elliott looked at Sanning as if she were an alien, feeling that she was even more terrifying than the Zerg.
Sang Ning hummed in agreement. "As long as Louis can create the arrow, I'm confident I can force the contestant to withdraw from the competition."
How do we force it?
"I asked curiously."
Sang Ning thought for a moment, "It's hard to explain, you'll find out when the time comes."
Everyone was speechless.
audience,"···"
Damn it!
Saying this makes no difference whatsoever as to not saying it at all.
[Sang Ning, do you know that the worst thing you can do when interacting with someone is to leave things unsaid? I'm telling you now, you absolutely must tell me the method right now, or I'll beg you on my knees! [Panda head crying uncontrollably.jpg]]
[Hey, have some self-respect! Show some backbone as a spectator.]
I feel powerless because Sang Ning doesn't care about us at all.
[It's like the other contestants care about us. Of all the entertainment programs, Survival on a Deserted Planet is the most difficult to work with, from the production team to the contestants.]
Ultimately, it's the survival show's production team that's so confident and has such strong backing. If they weren't so powerful, the contestants would all be trying to curry favor with us.
[Come on, none of the people who come to participate in Survival on the Wasteland are simple. Sang Ning is the only exception. Apart from Sang Ning, all the contestants have enough capital and confidence to ignore us.]
[I said, you've gone off on a tangent. What we should be doing right now is getting Sang Ning to reveal the secrets to us, instead of rambling on about irrelevant things.]
That's true, but Sang Ning might not be willing to grant our request.
"Why not give it a try? How will we know if we don't try? I suggest we try to persuade her together."
This is a good idea; let's work together.
So the audience started working together to stop Sang Ning from keeping them in suspense.
Surrounded by a flood of comments, Sang Ning felt quite helpless. She genuinely wasn't trying to keep anyone in suspense; she simply couldn't explain it clearly.
After all, the bow and arrows are not yet finished. If she were to reveal her ideas and plans, everyone would think she was talking nonsense and tell her that it was impossible to achieve this.
But only she knew that she could really do that.
After all, she had used the same method to drive away a pack of wild wolves in her native world.
Therefore, she has confidence in this method.
But the audience didn't know, and neither did Emmanuel and his group; they simply felt that this was something that cold weapons couldn't do.
Therefore, she said seriously, "I can't say. Besides, it's not a good thing for me, a hunter, to reveal my trump card in advance. You all need to wait patiently. When the time comes, you will naturally know what's going on."
The audience was not satisfied with this answer, but there was nothing they could do about it, because they could see that Sang Ning's refusal to speak meant that she simply wouldn't speak.
No matter what methods they use, she will not compromise.
Therefore, the audience could only humbly say—
Are you sure we'll be able to see it then?
Sang Ning nodded, "I'll definitely see it. I still want to win the championship."
Okay, we'll wait for you!
That's possible, but we need to finish making the bow and arrows first.
Making the bow and arrow took a week, mainly because the arrowheads were the most troublesome. Since there were no professional machines, the parts on the robotic arms and legs had to be modified into sharp arrowheads by hand, piece by piece.
Louis Sanning, Emmanuel, and Elliott worked together, with each person producing as many as three arrows a day, and as few as none.
Polishing and correcting little by little takes time and requires a high degree of control over the force. If too much force is applied, the polished arrow will have minor problems, and all the previous work will be wasted.
Therefore, in a week, they only managed to polish 35 arrows in total.
Although the quantity may seem small, it is already the limit of what they can do.
Furthermore, arrows are not disposable items; as long as you pay attention to recycling them, these 35 arrows can be used for a long time.
Looking at the feathered arrows stuck in the bamboo tube, and then at the bow twisting in Sang Ning's hand, Emmanuel rubbed his hands together with envy and asked, "Ning Ning, how do you use this?"
Sang Ning's answer was to teach her directly. She took a bow and arrows and walked towards the door, saying, "Let me show you."
That's a good option.
Everyone's eyes lit up instantly. Then, everyone watched as she stood at the door, looked up at the sky for a while, and suddenly drew her bow and shot an arrow. With a whoosh, the arrow, fletched with arrowheads, shot out as fast as lightning.
"Gah—"
The wind and snow were too heavy, and the arrow flew too fast. Before anyone could react, a mournful bird cry rang out, followed by a loud bang.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and lo and behold, a fat bird with an arrow stuck in its chest, the fletching still trembling, crashed heavily onto the snow.
Its blood quickly stained the pure white snow, the scattered red spots standing out vividly against the white backdrop.
Everyone was speechless.
Holy crap, what just happened?
Emmanuel looked at Sanning, shocked, and asked, "You killed him?"
That sounded rather ambiguous, so after a two-second silence, Sang Ning corrected him, "He was killed by my arrow."
She doesn't have the ability to kill birds flying in the sky.
"show me."
Emmanuel instantly perked up and reached for the bow and arrows. Without a word, Sangnin handed him the bow and quiver. Just as he was about to speak, a dark figure darted out.
"Where are you going, Monkey Head Mushroom?"
Monet shouted, and Monkey Mushroom ran off without looking back to retrieve the bird with an arrow stuck in it. He squealed and handed it to Sang Ning, indicating that she should pull out the arrow so he could eat the bird.
Sanning, "···"
Sang Ning's lips twitched. "Eat raw?"
The monkey head mushroom shook its head vigorously, indicating that it wanted it cooked.
Sang Ning said "Oh," pulled out the arrow, and weighed the bird in his hand. He found it weighed about two pounds and laughed, "How about I make you a beggar's bird later?"
Monkey Head Mushroom's eyes lit up instantly, and he opened his arms to give her a warm, fiery bear hug.
Meanwhile, Emmanuel, having learned from Sanning, smoothly nocked an arrow, drew his bow, and shot it.
His posture was very dashing and handsome, but no matter how dashing and handsome it was, it couldn't change the fact that the arrow was powerless after leaving the bowstring and fell to the ground in just two seconds.
Upon seeing the arrows lying scattered on the snow-covered ground, everyone present and the viewers in the live broadcast room fell silent.
After a long pause, Emmanuel frowned and said, "Strange, why can Sang Ning's arrows fly so far and even shoot down birds in the air, while my arrows just fall down as soon as they fly out?"
Then he asked Sang Ning, "Ningning, what's going on?"
Sang Ning, "...Maybe, possibly, perhaps you didn't use your strength correctly?"
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