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In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise. "I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..." Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw. "Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

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Chapter 249 Purchasing Goods

Bi Fang speared a clump of floating Horsetail Kelp and flung it onto the boat.

This was the third clump of Horsetail Kelp Bi Fang had come across in the last two days, and it was their only source of vegetable intake; squinting, he looked up at the sky.

The sea surface was scattered with sunlight, and seagulls converged, swooping low. All they waited for was for the playful waves to leap forth with small fish, as the ocean, on a sunny morning, was a sumptuous feast for the gulls.

Their targets locked onto the small fish, in anticipation of a Hairfin Anchovy or a European Eel occasionally surfacing.

This time it wasn't just a single seagull, but flocks of them!

Bi Fang was emotionally stirred and couldn't help shouting through cupped hands. His shout startled a diving seagull, who, unable to capture its fish in time, hurriedly flew away, flapping its wings in panic.

Continuous calling of the birds was a gospel, signifying that land was no longer far away!