"So, are we supposed to be fairies at noon today? Drinking spring water and eating wild fruits?" Jane Sampson sighed, "If only I knew, I would have eaten two more buns this morning."

"Goddess Sampson." Over there, Helen Watson called out to Jane Sampson with a particularly wicked laugh, "The instructor didn’t tell you just now what the punishment for the losing team is, did he?"

Jane Sampson stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at Helen Watson, and asked seriously, "What is it?"

"The losing team won’t have dinner, and on top of that, they must watch the winning team finish their meal and then wash up for them," Helen Watson said.

!!!!

What kind of inhuman punishment was this?

"This is just one of the contents of the punishment." John River chimed in quietly, "I’ve heard that the losers will have an even worse punishment tomorrow; today’s win or lose will affect the content of your training tomorrow."

Jane Sampson stood there stunned for a few seconds before slowly regaining her senses, secretly thinking to herself that she really wanted to grab Peter Gingery and beat him up.

"We are the closest to the spring’s source here, let’s hurry up to collect the water and then move to a farther place," John River reminded Jane Sampson.

Jane Sampson nodded, then shook her head with a sigh before following behind John River, gasping for breath as she went up the mountain.

The two indeed reached first, quenched their thirst, and quickly filled their kettles. Then they suddenly heard voices, called out to the filming crew, and quickly retreated.

"Should we check out who’s coming? If we have the chance, we tear off a nameplate where we can," Jane Sampson asked, turning her head.

John River agreed with Jane Sampson’s suggestion. The two hid in a concealed spot and waited for a while. When they saw it was a group from the second team, they exchanged a tacit glance and without a second word, took off running!

Two against seven was definitely not doable with self-awareness.

Only after confirming that the people behind were very far away did Jane Sampson and John River slow down.

"Do you think the second team intends to stick together as a group of seven all the time?" Jane Sampson asked curiously, "If all seven of them stick together, the chances of encountering us are also lower. If no one gets a single nameplate torn off for the whole day, how is the victory to be determined?"

"You’ve forgotten that there’s a Great General who can choose to kill one person from the opposing side; it all comes down to luck, whether the Great General decides to kill the National Grandmaster or the enemy’s Great General, or just a simple soldier. If the King is killed, then the killer is out," John River explained, "It shouldn’t be hard to guess who the second team’s King is, it’s either Alexander SkyShaw or Benjamin Worthington."

"I bet it’s Alexander SkyShaw," Jane Sampson speculated, "because Benjamin Worthington is the team leader, he’s the strongest, and everyone thinks he should be the King. Therefore, they might do the opposite and choose Alexander SkyShaw."

"What if they think you would think that way, and then do the opposite again?" The cinematographer chimed in, then left Jane Sampson and John River speechless.

Over the transmitter, Hugo Edwards’s voice suddenly came through, then he said, "They’ve split up, too. As soon as the time comes, we’ll have Charlotte Miller kill off Benjamin Worthington first."

Hearing that they had also split up, Jane Sampson’s nonchalant expression disappeared.

Hugo Edwards’s mission for Jane Sampson was not to attack anyone; even if she encountered someone, she just needed to avoid them. Her only goal was to survive to the end. So the whole morning, Jane Sampson and John River spent evading people.