“That guy could snap my arm off in one bite, as easily as breaking a rotten branch.” Clamars said to the camera as he walked.

His steps were compact, but not particularly fast. Every movement of his seemed effortless and skillful, a testament to experience and technique.

“This crocodile is perfect for a demonstration…” Clamars continued as he approached within three meters of the crocodile. “It’s about 1.8 meters long; a crocodile of this size is basically fully grown. Of course, it will continue to grow…” He extended the piece of wood in his hand. “I call this alligator’s attack method the ‘death roll,’ it’s an instinct they’re born with.” As he said this, he glanced at Feng Bujue. “Don't underestimate the destructive power of these reptiles. Their entire body is practically muscle. Biologically speaking, this guy is much stronger than me.”

“Heh… are you sure about that?” Though Feng Bujue was mentally scoffing, he nodded in agreement on the surface. “Understood…”

“Moreover, their speed is far beyond your imagination.” Clamars continued his explanation. “Crocodiles can move at speeds of up to fifty kilometers per hour. In this swamp, you can’t outrun them.”

“Is this about the terrain… even if I sprinted on asphalt at my best hundred-meter dash speed, I'd only be going thirty-six kilometers per hour…” Brother Jue mentally complained repeatedly.

“See, its eyes are fixed on me, ready to strike.” As he spoke, Clamars stood in front of the crocodile with the long piece of wood in hand.

He calmly arched his back and slowly crouched, one hand bent in front of him, the other steadily controlling the wood.

The alligator raised its head slightly, its pale yellow eyes glaring, its mouth half-open in a defensive posture.

For the next few seconds, both Clamars and the crocodile tensed and remained motionless.

“Hmm… is he planning to use haqi (domineering aura) to resolve this fight…” Feng Bujue was already imagining strange things.

“In this swamp, it fears nothing.” The confrontation didn’t last long. Clamars’ voice soon rang out again, but he no longer had time to look at the camera lens. “So, it doesn’t back down when facing me.”

“Yeah… if it were me… I’d run as soon as I saw you walking over with a wooden stick…” Feng Bujue thought to himself.

“Watch closely, Stephen…” As Clamars said this, he used the wood in his hand to poke the crocodile's mouth, and the latter naturally responded by opening its mouth to bite down hard on the rotten wood. “I’ll try to kill it as quickly and humanely as possible…”

In the next second, Clamars began to move sideways, using the end of the wood to divert the crocodile’s attention as he circled around to its rear.

His commentary continued without interruption: “I need to hold it down, use my hands to clamp its mouth shut, preventing it from opening…”

Before he finished speaking, Clamars flung the wood forward. Almost simultaneously, he leaped and pounced, straddling the crocodile’s back like riding a horse.

“See, you have to be fast…” Clamars’ voice became somewhat intermittent, caused by the exertion of his body. “…first, distract it with the wood, creating a momentary opening, then attack from directly behind, using all your weight to subdue it…” At this point, his left hand shot out like lightning, clamping down on the crocodile’s mouth. “Then, like this… use your hands to clamp its mouth shut, never let it open.” He turned to look at Brother Jue, using his right hand to gesture “open mouth bite.” “The strength of a crocodile’s jaws is astonishing; their bite force is up to hundreds of kilograms, some species even exceed a ton. But… that force is used to ‘close’ the mouth, not to ‘open’ it, so when its mouth is in a closed position, that’s your chance to strike…”

Feng Bujue stared blankly, roaring in his heart, “This humble servant can’t do it!”

“Haa… it’s really strong.” Clamars took a breath, his right hand retracting and then extending, now holding a small straight knife. “The most effective way to finish it off is to sever the spine behind its head.” As he spoke, he brought his hand down, plunging the knife into the crocodile’s back. “Alright, I’ve severed its spinal cord.”

Although Feng Bujue didn’t know if this method could be considered “humane,” it was definitely “fast.”

“Haa… huuu…” Only after the crocodile beneath him had completely died did Clamars relax his body, taking a few deep breaths. “Well… Stephen, that concludes my demonstration.” He wiped the blade with his collar, sheathed the knife, and stood up. “Let me reiterate a few key points… First, find a place with shallow water. If the water is deeper than your knees, you probably won’t be able to subdue the crocodile, because buoyancy will counteract your weight. Second, always attack from behind. Crocodiles have tremendous explosive power. If you pounce from the front or side, it could easily whip its head around and bite you. Third, know your limits. Don't go after crocodiles that are too big; don't even think about ones over three meters long.”

“Mm-hmm…” Feng Bujue nodded repeatedly, with a very earnest expression.

Many people had been deceived by this expression of his. Those familiar with Brother Jue understood that this was called “humbly accepting advice, but never changing.”

“Also, given that the difficulty of this challenge is indeed very high…” Suddenly, Clamars’ expression changed slightly, and he continued, “…after discussion by the program team’s senior management, it has been decided that you will receive an additional form of assistance from me.”

“Oh?” Feng Bujue remained impassive, pausing for a second before replying, “They not only don’t have any objections to my previous actions, but they’re even giving me assistance?”

“Why would they have objections?” Clamars countered. “In *Wilderness Search for Poison*, fighting, detention, threats, robbery, fraud, and other behaviors… are all permitted by the rules. As long as you don't commit murder or sexual assault, even I, as the referee, have no right to interfere. Of course, if you cause someone to be left with a disability or develop a mental illness, you will still face additional lawsuits after the competition.”

“I see…” Brother Jue muttered, then asked tentatively, “So… what kind of assistance are you talking about?”

“It’s this.” As Clamars spoke, he conveniently removed the small knife from his waist, sheath and all. “The Gerber (knife brand) Survival Series, is one of my usual knives.” He handed the knife to Feng Bujue. “Now, I’m giving this knife to you, I hope it will help you complete the challenge.”