When Mo Shangjun finished eating an apple, all the other three people in the seventh group arrived.

The two people who arrived in advance communicated with them using irregular gestures, and finally the team leader gave the order - attack!

At the same time, Mo Shangjun threw the apple core into the bonfire.

Even the "attack" gesture is so obvious, do they really think they are blind?

Muttering in his heart, the nearest person emerged from the very eye-catching grass and rushed towards Mo Shangyun with a stick he picked up casually in his hand.

Looking up at the sky, Mo Shangyun sighed softly. When the thrown stone fell into his hand, he grabbed the stone with his fingers and threw it towards the person who was coming.

"Ahhhhh-it hurts-"

With a scream, the female soldier who was preparing for a sneak attack felt pain and subconsciously dropped the stick in her hand. She covered her forehead and squatted down on the spot.

Mo Shangjun played with another stone in his hand and looked at her in disbelief, "Does this hurt too?"

"Damn it, are you going to be thrown for a while?"

The female soldier cursed angrily, picked up a pile of sand and stones from the ground, and threw them directly towards Mo Shangyun.

However, after she closed her eyes and threw it away, she realized that Mo Shangyun, who had been in her field of vision before, had long since disappeared.

The female soldier froze on the spot.

"Silly you, where are you throwing it?"

A female soldier who followed behind slapped her on the head angrily, then picked her up by the shoulders and lifted her up from the ground.

The two of them were about to continue attacking, but when the female soldier behind them looked up again, she suddenly found that the target had also disappeared from her sight.

"later--"

Two words came from the companion's mouth.

The female soldier standing behind shivered and heard three words with a smile in her ears - "Don't be distracted."

As soon as she finished speaking, she received a blow on the back of her neck. Before she could react, she fell into the arms of the female soldier who was attacking in front of her.

After such an action, the other three female soldiers also surrounded him.

Mo Shangyun glanced around unhurriedly, and after confirming the number of people, he raised the brim of his hat and raised his eyebrows very openly, "How many of you are there?"

"Our team is all here!" the female soldier hugging her teammate shouted subconsciously.

A group of five?

Mo Shangjun had a smile on his lips, looking at them with interest, his finger joints cracking together, making people shudder.

"Sisters, come together!"

The team leader swallowed and shouted very loudly, using his voice to boost morale.

She succeeded - because except for the one who was knocked unconscious by the knife, everyone else rushed towards Mo Shangyun with their prepared weapons.

She also failed - because no one could recover and found herself flying out. One by one, her companions were helpless in front of Mo Shangjun. Even Mo Shangjun's clothes

Can't even touch the corners.

The four of them fell to the ground in an instant.

Mo Shangjun clapped his hands, glanced at the group of new recruits who couldn't bear every move, shrugged somewhat dullly, and commented in passing, "Too weak."

Four people: "..."

Damn it, to be as powerful as her is just a pervert, okay?

The invited target is so powerful, how can they subdue it?

The four people who were still conscious looked up at the sky and thought about this boring life.

Ignoring the shocked women, Mo Shangyun took a few steps forward, bypassed the area where their corpses were lying, then came to the campfire and turned over the almost-roasted fish.

You can eat it after a while.

Mo Shangyun thought so.

However, just as he turned over the dough, he heard a shout——

"There's a target here, get on it!"

Mo Shangyun: "..."

have to.

This time I am not even willing to do a sneak attack.

Raising his hand to press his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun added some firewood to the campfire and then stood up.

As soon as I stood up, the man holding a stick from behind was approaching. The stick was waving in the air, bringing with it gusts of cold wind.

Mo Shangyun dodged sideways, grabbed the opponent's wrist, lifted it forward, and hit the opponent's back with the elbow of his other hand, "Too slow."

"..."

People were knocked down.

Immediately afterwards, two more people rushed over. Mo Shangyun sighed softly and swept his legs over. The dead wood broke in the middle, and the two of them flew away together.

As soon as they landed, the remaining two people said "Ah--" and started to attack Mo Shangjun with their bare hands. Mo Shangjun moved his brows slightly and symbolically fought two of them.

"The speed is too slow." Mo Shangyun warned after escaping the attack.

"Not strong enough."

After Mo Shangyun finished speaking, he grabbed the oncoming fist and twisted his hand, causing the opponent to scream in pain.

In just a short breath, the second attacking group fell to the ground and looked at the blue sky and white clouds.

"Oh," Mo Shangjun came to one of the team leaders and patted the other person's tender face, "Beauty, can you give me some face and take him away?"

Originally, the space she chose was not very big, but in the blink of an eye, ten people came, all lying in the posture of corpses in her open space. Does she still want to sketch?

"I don't!"

The team leader raised his voice and shouted out his last bit of stubbornness.

There is no mention of elimination, they can rest and continue playing!

Mo Shangjun couldn't help but touch his left ear.

What a hassle.

Standing up, Mo Shangyun glanced around all the "lying corpses" and asked in a dumbfounded voice: "What's the matter, do you all want to stay here?"

"We are happy!"

"We'd love to!"

"You can go if you can!"

…

Voices of resistance came one after another.

Mo Shangyun twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

Okay, if they don't leave, she will help them find a solution.

Touching his hand on his waist, Mo Shangjun took out a saber.

"What do you want to do?!"

"You don't know that weapons are not allowed?!"

Two sharp-eyed people immediately shouted.

At the same time, people sat up from the ground one after another.

Mo Shangjun was too lazy to pay attention to them, turned around and walked into the jungle.

*

Ten minutes later, Mo Shangjun came back carrying a bundle of fresh vines.

Those who had fallen to the ground before stood up and gathered together in small groups, muttering to discuss strategies.

At the same time, a new group joined here. I stared blankly at the two beaten groups, not knowing what to do.

Just in time, the appearance of Mo Shangjun and the large bundle of vines successfully attracted their attention.

The third group immediately went on the defensive.

The other two groups also stood up, enduring the pain on their bodies, and aimed at Mo Shangyun.

15 people.

Without blinking, Mo Shangjun threw the large bundle of vines to the ground. The moment it made a dull sound, she raised her eyebrows at them with a smile.

"Stop talking about strategies, let's go together."

The saber was turned in the palm of his right hand, and in the next second, it fell into the scabbard.

Mo Shangyun put it away.
To be continued...