Just like Ye Feng had thought, Cheng Haojun had no intention of letting go of such a good opportunity.
He planned to have Zhang Tiannan and others ambush Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu on their way.
Once these two experts are dead, no matter how clever Ye Feng is, he will have no one left to rely on.
With his intelligence and the tacit cooperation of his teammates over the years, he could easily outmaneuver the rest of them.
At least on paper, they are no longer afraid of Ye Feng.
"Haojun, are you sure you want to deal with that kid alone? He's really cunning. Could there be a trap here?"
Bai Ying looked at Cheng Haojun with concern, and the others nodded in agreement; this was the only thing they were worried about.
"Yeah, Captain, he also has a stun gun."
"How about I stay and help you? I can shoot him when he's not looking."
......
Everyone offered their suggestions in unison.
When it comes to close combat, Cheng Haojun could easily kill Ye Feng with just two hands.
But his opponent was Ye Feng, a man who had no martial ethics and would use any underhanded tricks.
The simple truth that it's easy to dodge a spear in the open but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark is something everyone understands.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Cheng Haojun felt like he was being looked down upon, but he stared in the direction of Ye Feng and the others, his tone still exuding confidence.
“I’ve studied him for a long time, and I know all his survival tools. Don’t worry, I’m prepared in the same way.”
You should be careful, though, as they are well-equipped, especially with their bows.
And that stutterer who throws stones—if you can get close, never try to fight from a distance.
This is an opportunity we've been waiting for all week; we absolutely cannot let it slip away!
Seeing his insistence, the others had no choice but to nod in agreement.
A moment later, Ye Feng had arranged everything and called out directly in Cheng Haojun's direction:
"I'm ready. Our men will retreat together, carrying their bows on their backs. You should too..."
After thinking for a moment, Cheng Haojun, considering Ye Feng's poor credit, cautiously peeked one eye out of the tree trunk.
It was discovered that although only half of Ye Feng's body was visible outside the tree trunk, they were still keeping their promise.
They indeed carried the bows on their backs, while Zhan Pengfei, Qi Xiaojie, and Salla each carried three wounded soldiers on their backs.
"good!"
Seeing this, Cheng Haojun waved to his teammates behind him, but his eyes remained fixed on Ye Feng, showing his extreme caution.
Upon seeing that Zhang Tiannan and his three companions were also carrying bows, Ye Feng felt reassured and began the countdown.
"1...2...3".
When the number 3 was called out, Ye Feng frowned at Liu Sisi, giving her a serious and admonishing look.
Liu Sisi nodded slightly at him, giving him a look that said, "I understand."
At this moment, apart from Ye Feng and Cheng Haojun who remained still, both sides were keeping a close eye on each other's every move.
They didn't trust anyone, and leaned against the tree trunk, slowly backing away.
Only after the two groups had separated by about 50 meters did they begin to walk quickly into the depths of the forest.
After everyone had disappeared for a while, Ye Feng finally stepped out from behind the tree trunk.
His fists were clenched tightly as he glared angrily at Cheng Haojun.
"Cheng Haojun, before you kill me, I want to know how you discovered this trap I set?"
"Hehe..." Cheng Haojun smiled faintly, stepped out from under the tree trunk, pointed to Okuga and Darvat, who were already dead and covered in blood, on the ground not far away, and looked at them with contempt.
"Don't compare me to these two idiots; they're obsessed with money."
The mighty King of the Jungle, the only Chinese person to reach number one on this show in three years and successfully break through the competition...
He actually got seriously injured by a mere flock of red-billed blue magpies? Hah…
At this point, he couldn't help but let out a sneer.
"And even something as small as burying the gauze was done so perfunctorily, you only dug a hole less than 10 centimeters deep."
If you really don't want others to find out, wouldn't it be better to dig deeper?
The most obvious thing is... you even left so much blood on the road.
Why would someone bleed so much when they have enough medicine, a doctor on the team, and the wound has already been treated?
So I immediately concluded that you were definitely setting a trap, which is your usual tactic, tsk tsk tsk...but what a pity..."
Cheng Haojun maintained his smile, looking Ye Feng up and down as he clenched his fists. The toes of his camouflage jungle boots rubbed against the muddy ground, turning the wet mud into a mushy mess in just a few strokes.
"Your tactic of feigning weakness might fool foreigners, but it's still too naive in front of me."
But you're ruthless enough, so much blood... it couldn't all be from you alone, could it?"
Ye Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly, his face darkened, and he did not reply.
But he already felt a deep sense of dread towards this fellow countryman in front of him; this was the first time he had felt intellectually outmatched.
You know, he's always relied on his brains to keep his companions alive until now.
Seeing that Ye Feng remained silent, Cheng Haojun glanced casually at the area near where Ye Feng was standing, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"You're actually willing to harm yourself and your teammates to devise a plan, you're really something."
But... um... what's that word again?
Oh! My cleverness backfired. I simply used a trick to turn the tables on him...
"In your next life, you should study military strategy properly..."
After saying that, his expression suddenly turned fierce, and he kicked forward with his right foot. The mud that was just at his feet instantly turned into an arc and flew towards Ye Feng.
But Ye Feng was always on guard, and with the two of them nearly 10 meters apart, the mud couldn't keep up with his reaction.
He dodged to the side, and quickly retreated while taking the compound bow off his back.
With a whoosh, Cheng Haojun charged at him, drawing his dagger in the process.
But just then, Ye Feng suddenly released his right fist and swung it forward...
A brown, wet, muddy arc also flew towards Cheng Haojun.
This was something he had prepared long ago; he originally intended to seize an opportunity to launch a surprise attack...
Unexpectedly, Cheng Haojun, a level 9 mercenary, would resort to such underhanded sneak attacks as he did.
What's even more absurd is that... it's very difficult for an average person to make immediate movements while rushing forward at full speed; even braking is challenging.
But Cheng Haojun reacted extremely quickly; he didn't have time to see what Ye Feng had sprinkled.
Against other opponents, he would at most block once, then charge forward without slowing down and finish them off with a single strike.
But the person opposite him was Ye Feng; who could have imagined that he might be sprinkling poison?
Cheng Haojun's body moved as if by instinct, smoothly turning to the side and quickly spinning around in place.
Not a single drop of that wet mud splashed onto him.
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