A stream of blood erupted from Yakri’s back, instantly causing him to black out momentarily, his body freezing rigidly in place.

Just then, a tongue of fire spat out of the pitch-black night; a flame-wreathed bullet struck his calf and detonated. The immense forward thrust made Yakri’s already precarious balance utterly fail, sending him tumbling backward with his face aimed at the sky.

But four vicious bullets followed immediately in relentless pursuit, whipping his queue violently so that it emitted whiffs of foul, acrid smoke. It was Mo’Gansha, severely wounded by carelessness, striking again.

As mentioned before, the queue of the Na’vi is as **vital and precious as a man’s private parts. This means the agony inflicted upon Yakri by those four shots was comparable to having his two dangling assets kicked violently four times in succession. As soon as the dizziness subsided, Yakri roared, his eyes bloodshot, and he spun around to return fire.

However, the arrow wound on Mo’Gansha’s chest was still weeping blood. The lesson of that blood had only passed a few minutes ago; how could he possibly forget it easily? Immediately after firing, the dark-skinned man threw himself viciously to the side, using a Na’vi corpse—whose neck Fang Senyan had snapped—as his best cover. But he immediately let out another scream. Yakri’s counter-arrow, loosed through pain and resentment, pierced through his kinsman’s corpse to strike true, embedding itself squarely in Mo’Gansha’s solid backside...

Yakri loosed his arrow without hesitation, suppressing the intense pain radiating from the base of his queue. He powerfully launched himself upward, grasping the overhead vine, intending to escape like Tarzan of the Apes. However, a fiercely savage figure burst out of the tree hollow and gave chase at an indescribable speed.

Where he passed, mud and water churned, creating an overwhelming clamor. Though Yakri’s speed was incredible, he was only able to flee about fifty meters before being overtaken. The effects of the berserk hormone injected into Fang Senyan had long since triggered; closing in, he delivered three ferocious blows in rapid succession that made Yakri’s vision swim!

As Yakri tried to flee further, Fang Senyan would never allow him to gain distance. He smashed a bottle of curse potion onto the ground, bringing on dizziness compounded by acceleration once more. He relentlessly clung to Yakri, his fists whistling and roaring. Even though Yakri fought while retreating, often needing three swings to land one solid hit, that single successful punch was enough to cause him agonizing heartbreak!

When Yakri tried to counterattack, his enemy simply did not parry or block, opting for an exchange of injuries. Consequently, before he could escape the poisonous fog, the tribal warrior was forced into a dead end.

Yakri delivered a final, desperate thrust with his combat dagger into his enemy’s chest, only to feel as if he were stabbing the toughest wood; the enemy seemed utterly indifferent to the injury, grasping his throat with one hand and yanking him upward, suspending his entire slender body, before slamming him violently onto the ground! Even at this moment, Yakri struggled to retaliate, lashing out with his tail across Fang Senyan’s face!

Fang Senyan’s response was still his fists... a heavier, crushing blow!

Amidst the splashing mud and water, the combat dagger gripped in Yakri’s hand involuntarily traced an arc through the air before sinking into the filthy mire, letting out a few bubbles before submerging, its sheen instantly dulled. A sharp gleam flashed in Fang Senyan’s eyes as he raised his fist again to smash down!

One punch, Two punches, ...

The Na’vi warrior gritted his teeth fiercely, refusing to utter a sound, not letting out a scream even as death arrived. But such was the cruelty of war: he died here, and his tribesmen would avenge him; yet the human head hanging over the fire would likely be made into food by the Na’vi natives!

Confirming that all the attacking Na’vi outside had been annihilated, the three of them lit a bonfire inside the home tree hollow. Fang Senyan dragged all the Na’vi corpses together. Mo’Gansha, being a man of rather heavy tastes, suspected his leader, measuring him by his own yardstick, was planning a fresh indoor Na’vi barbecue feast to fill their bellies. Unexpectedly, Fang Senyan observed for a moment before stating gravely:

“The thunderstorm is almost over; I’m afraid we have to risk leaving tonight.”

Mo’Gansha was taken aback:

“Boss... didn’t you just say this place was extremely dangerous!”

Fang Senyan shook his head slightly:

“Look at these corpses. Do you notice any difference?”

Reef examined them carefully and found nothing, but the dark-skinned man was well-versed in tribal matters. After a few glances, he discerned it:

“Hey, this guy’s ornamentation is wrong!”

“Oh, and the face paint patterns are off too!”

“Look at the feathers decorating these guys’ heads—they are all pointing uniformly downward!”

“And the markings on their arrows—these few are all the same, while the rest are different. Wait, I think I’ve seen this pattern somewhere before! Yes, right here on this nearby wooden wall!”

Fang Senyan nodded:

“I didn’t observe as closely as you, but I noticed these decorative patterns on the nearby wooden wall. Most of the attacking natives have them, but the few who were stronger do not; instead, they bear a different set of markings in the same place—it seems they clearly aren’t one faction.”

Reef’s expression also grew serious:

“You mean... reinforcements?”

“Exactly! If we don’t leave now, when the reinforcements’ reinforcements arrive, we might not be able to escape even if we want to.”

Fang Senyan stated seriously: “Besides, the storm has stopped. My main reason for not wanting to leave earlier was the concern of being ambushed by the Na’vi in the dark... You experienced the sheer brutality of that large fellow’s archery, right? Since that immediate threat is temporarily lifted, it’s best we slip away quickly.”

Yakri’s arrow had sent Reef flying five or six meters, the combination of penetration + skill damage + critical hit + poison, even with the vest reducing damage from Pandora's creatures by 30%, still cost him nearly three hundred health points, not to mention the subsequent damage over time.

If two or three more tribal warriors like that had appeared, or even just two or three of them, alerted and blocking the entrance to the hollow, the group would have been trapped with no retreat. If a double-digit number had arrived, the Ace team might have been wiped out right here.

Faced with Fang Senyan’s concern, Reef was still rather stubborn, scoffing:

“Brutal? It was just because I was careless.”

Mo’Gansha chuckled:

“So you got shot right through.”

Reef’s face flushed, and in a rare moment of sharp wit, he retorted:

“That’s still better than you getting shot stuck to the wall!”

Hearing the words "shot to the wall," Mo’Gansha saw black; the retort choked in his throat, making him feel incredibly unsettled, yet unable to fire back. Fortunately, Fang Senyan clapped his hands then, beginning to inventory the spoils.

Their initial primary objective for coming here was to complete the tasks given by Riel and Yu Ze—to obtain the titles of Marauder and Headhunter. Now that the storm had passed and they had the team warehouse, they easily completed the 'Marauder' milestone. Searching the Na’vi bodies, they managed to scavenge only six of the Na’vi’s personal longbows.

After some deliberation, they let Fang Senyan complete this milestone first. The Headhunter title granted by this milestone surprisingly increased damage dealt to Na’vi by 20%. It seemed somewhat trivial, but considering future title synthesis, even reserve contractors like Riel and Yu Ze valued it highly, suggesting it must possess some hidden, significant worth.

Besides that, Yakri had dropped a strangely shaped horn that emitted a faint black glow. After examining it, the three realized this was likely a high-grade Na’vi key. Opening it yielded over three thousand general points, three potential points, as well as a leaf shimmering with black light and a bundle of arrowheads. Strange writing, seemingly inscribed with blood, covered the leaf; touching these two items transmitted information.

“Name: Solid Core Tree Arrows.” (Condition: Normal) “Origin: Crafted by Warrior Yakri of the ‘Tsaheylu’ Tribe.” “Rarity: Deep Blue.” “Effect: Each arrow carries 10–17 points of damage.” “Description: An essential item for Na’vi hunters.” “Usage Requirement: Must be used while equipped with a Longbow, Shortbow, or Light Crossbow type weapon.” “Commentary: Solid Core Tree arrows are common among the Na’vi—but I guarantee the arrogant Elves have never seen these, even if their archery skills surpass the Na’vi by far.” (This item was provided by forum user: dBlackbird.)

Mobile Archery Secret Art (Fragment) (Specialty Item: This ability can only drop from the Avatar world) Rarity: Black Effect: Improves the wielder’s accuracy during high-speed mobile shooting. Requirement: Agility no less than 35, Perception no less than 20, Basic Ranged Combat no less than Lv4. Description: Abilities of this kind are usually mastered and recorded as genuine insights by highly intelligent beings during their own practice. However, improving such abilities is extremely difficult, requiring the discovery of a complete version.

Undoubtedly, the Mobile Archery Secret Art (Fragment) was taken by the dark-skinned man to learn. Astonishingly, it required 10 potential points! He had to grimace and draw the required amount as an advance from the team’s public funds. The specific learning effect was unknown, but it certainly wouldn’t be poor! Because although this Mobile Archery Secret Art was only Black quality, the crucial factor was that it only drops in this world! This made it exceptionally valuable—a unique item with no substitute! RO