141: Chapter 141 Savage

"This is the cruelty of... combat."

Yang Han walked forward, his eyes narrowing.

He still felt it was a pity. Of course, he didn't regret it; he just lamented why that group of people had actively sought death.

In the Mud Pit Fighting, had his strength not been displayed clearly enough?

He was clearly this strong, yet those dozen or so people, holding sharp stone tools, thought they were invincible and could make a move against him?

"Sigh, I didn't want to kill anyone. After all, my goal was only for the wild fruit."

Yang Han shook his head slightly and took a bite of the wild fruit in his hand with a crunch, juice splashing onto his cheek.

About ten minutes after Yang Han left.

A group of Special Forces from Country Y arrived at the original fruit-picking site.

They saw corpses everywhere, their breath long gone...

These warriors from Country Y all looked solemn, becoming incredibly fearful.

"My God, a battle took place here; it's a bloodbath."

"Heavens, these people—I've checked—are all dead."

"They even had polished stone knives in their hands, yet they still died."

"Who killed them? Could it be that group from Great Xia?"

The warriors of Country Y speculated one after another.

To suddenly see a dozen corpses, and these were people who were competing alongside them not long ago...

Now, they had ended up like this.

On South Sentinel Island, one had to guard against not only wildmen and wild beasts, but even more so against their fellow competitors.

The leading warrior from Country Y said with a firm gaze, "This is like a Battle Royale. Only the one who survives to the end is the winner..."

"From now on, if we encounter others, if they are from enemy nations, we must show no mercy!"

"Yes."

"If we encounter Great Xia people..."

The leading warrior of Country Y sneered, "Show no mercy either. This concerns our first-place position."

"Now, pick up these wild fruits; these can serve as our water source. Take the stone knives from their hands as well."

"Understood."

Everyone began to move, and before long, they had taken the items from the hands of the corpses.

However, at that moment, the eyelid of the leading Country Y warrior twitched.

His gaze swept over the corpses and then looked at the items in his own men's hands...

He suddenly discovered a terrifying fact.

"Wait!"

"Among these corpses, only one person is missing a stone knife, and only one person is missing a basket for wild fruit..."

"This likely means that the person who killed them was just one person! After that person killed them, they only took one stone knife and two fruit baskets."

This statement left all the warriors present incredibly shocked.

How could it be so ridiculous?

One person could kill so many?!

What kind of terrifying strength was this!

"From now on, we will avoid brightly lit areas whenever possible; it's best to move in the dark of night. Although there are many snakes and scorpions in the gloomy places, the danger is not absolute," the Country Y warrior said in a heavy voice.

The others all nodded, their expressions grave.

"Let's go."

The group of Country Y warriors left with heavy hearts. Just who was it that had killed this group of people?

Yang Han continued forward, but he found that within a thousand-meter radius, there was no longer anyone else.

By now, it was getting late.

Yang Han paused to rest where he was.

He thought to himself, "I still haven't found Dragon Blade or the Beast Battalion. Where on earth are they right now?"

"Should I continue searching for them, or just get some simple sleep first?"

Yang Han thought about it and didn't stay, continuing to search the surrounding area.

This South Sentinel Island was too eerie; being alone was full of danger. It was best to find Dragon Blade, the Beast Battalion, and the others.

Teamwork is always better than acting alone, especially in this kind of environment.

He walked for another thirty minutes or so.

Suddenly, Yang Han's body jolted.

"Wait, this... something's not right, something's not right."

Yang Han's pupils shrank, and he immediately continued forward.

However, the further forward he went, the more solemn Yang Han's face became.

Because within his thousand-meter field of vision, a densely populated area of about three or four hundred people appeared.

Even if all the participants in the competition were gathered, they would only reach this scale.

This should be...

A native tribe of South Sentinel Island!

"Could it be wildmen? I've heard legends of the wildmen on South Sentinel Island long ago. After all, it's so large and rich in resources; wildmen living here for decades wouldn't have to fear resources running low."

"I'll go ahead and take a look."

Yang Han thought to himself.

At that moment.

In a place over eight hundred meters away from Yang Han, many torches were held high, and many scantily clad wildmen were cheering.

Their skin was dark and their features were peculiar, but it was worth mentioning that although they were thin, their muscles were very defined.

They had lived on South Sentinel Island for a long time, often fighting with fierce beasts here, so their individual abilities were naturally incredibly powerful.

Now, about a dozen people had been tied up.

Among these people were He Chenguang, Xiang Yu... the people from Dragon Blade and the Beast Battalion were all here!

"Crap."

"These damn wildmen, they don't want to eat us, do they?"

Wang Yanbing was trembling all over.

Dozens of wildmen holding long spears were eyeing them greedily; every one of them was a fierce character.

How could they escape this place?

Xiang Yu's expression was bleak: "It's over... this is truly the worst luck."

"We had just landed and gathered together when these wildmen spat out some kind of anesthetic needles... Damn it, they don't seem to be entirely primitive; they seem to have decent brains."

Xiang Yu observed the surroundings, his heart pounding with fear.

Outside this small stockade, there were several racks.

Rows of meat were hanging on these racks; it was impossible to tell what kind of animal it was.

These wildmen looked at the people from Dragon Blade and the Beast Battalion as if they were going to eat them.

That intense appetite sent chills through everyone from Dragon Blade and the Beast Battalion.

These wildmen communicated with each other in a language no one present could understand.

However, their expressions... were very obvious.

The faces of everyone from Dragon Blade and the Beast Battalion were ashen, not knowing how to escape the danger.

Meanwhile, not far away, a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness watched all of this.

Yang Han's expression was grim: "There really is a Wildman Tribe?"

"This won't do, these wildmen look... like cannibals."

"I absolutely cannot let them eat He Chenguang and the others."

"Hmph! You wildmen, it's your bad luck to have provoked my compatriots."

Yang Han gave a cold laugh and vanished into the darkness.

This Wildman Tribe was very formidable, possessing homemade spears and even bows and arrows.

It wasn't realistic for Yang Han to charge in alone and rescue everyone.

Therefore... the best result would be to act in the middle of the night.

But did these wildmen intend to slaughter He Chenguang and the others now, or wait until tomorrow? That was the question.