One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

With a drawn-out scream, Zhang Chulan fell to the ground, flailing his arms and legs in mid-air.

He watched as his disciples and their followers all successfully parachuted in.

Zhang Tianyi took a leisurely sip of his cola, then turned and walked towards the helicopter's cockpit.

He knocked on the hatch:

"Alright, everyone's been thrown away."

"Let's take Daoist to the safe zone. This is a great show, we should find a comfortable VIP seat to enjoy it at our leisure."

Chapter 336 You all like to take the road less traveled, right? A Thai-style hardcore crash landing!

Above Paradise Island.

The sea breeze, like an invisible giant hand, frantically tore at the clouds.

More than twenty heavy transport helicopters were scattered in the airspace at different coordinates, with their tail doors all wide open.

Inside the cabin of the Japanese team's aircraft.

"Tick."

A drop of blood fell onto the Divine Forbidden Bracelet, a flash of red light disappeared, and the bracelet instantly tightened, adhering to the skin of the wrist.

Ashiya Ryo stretched his wrists, and seeing the message "[Target: German Team]" pop up on the screen, he immediately smiled excitedly.

He turned his head and looked at the bottomless primeval jungle outside the cabin. Far from being afraid of heights, he took a deep breath of the cold air that rushed in.

"Hahaha! This is hilarious! So hilarious!"

Ashiya Ryo ripped off his tie and tossed it to the ground.

His eyes burned with an undisguised, fervent fighting spirit:

"Closed-loop hunting? We can't attack non-prey targets? Isn't this just treating us like poisonous insects in a poisonous gu vessel?"

"Yuan Yi, I take back what I said before."

He looked at Abe Genji sitting opposite him, rubbing his hands together excitedly:

"This is so much more exciting than those one-sided tournaments back home!"

"Without those old men nagging and lecturing us about the rules, this island is our playground!"

Abe Genji fastened his bracelet, stood up, and carefully inspected the sword at his waist.

He wasn't as excited as Ashiya Ryo, but his straight back and slightly lowered gaze indicated that the captain was now in a state of absolute combat readiness.

"Cold, don't let excitement cloud your judgment."

Abe Genji assigned tasks methodically:

"The rules are very clear: in addition to prey, we also need to guard against natural enemies that we don't know where they are hiding."

"Once we land, everyone should immediately move towards the center; no one should be left behind."

"I know, Yuanyi-ge. You're worrying about things more than my grandpa does."

Sakura Miyamoto tied her hair up in a bun and peeked halfway out of the cabin.

Upon seeing this, the little girl gasped in fright, quickly shrank back, and patted her chest, screaming:

"My god! This must be at least four or five hundred meters high! They don't even provide a parachute. Are they testing how devout our faith is, to see if we can defy gravity?"

He Mao Kaito stepped forward with a smile and took out two exquisitely cut white talismans from his wide sleeves.

He quickly drew two array patterns on the paper and pinched them between two fingers.

"boom!"

Two plumes of white smoke exploded, and the talisman paper grew longer in the wind, transforming into two giant paper cranes with a wingspan of over three meters.

The paper cranes are so lifelike, fluttering their wings as they hover outside the cabin.

"Sakura, don't be afraid. With my shikigami here, even if you really fall, it can be your cushion."

Kaito patted the paper crane's back very considerately, gesturing for her to get on.

"Hehe, Kaito is still the most reliable!" Sakura happily climbed onto the paper crane.

Just as everyone was preparing to use their methods to gracefully parachute in.

"Click, click."

A loud chewing sound came from the corner.

Makoto Ito patted the rice ball crumbs off his hands and casually grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.

He stood up and walked to the edge of the wide-open hatch.

This giant, nearly two meters tall and with incredibly large muscles, looked down at the bottomless abyss beneath his feet.

He didn't say much.

Makoto Ito simply stepped straight out of the cabin.

"Whoosh-!"

"Haven't you heard that there's always a way out? As long as I want to walk..."

Weighing over 300 pounds, Makoto Ito vanished from everyone's sight in an instant, crashing straight down into the primeval forest below.

"..."

The people in the cabin were silent for two seconds.

Sakura Miyamoto sat on the paper crane, her small mouth agape, pointing in the direction where Makoto Ito had fallen, and stammered, "..."

"Has Acheng...has he forgotten that he can't fly?"

"If we smash it down, can we even put it back together?"

Ashiya Ryo put one hand to his forehead and couldn't help but laugh and curse:

"This stubborn fool never does things the usual way! With his muscular physique, he could probably carve a crater in the ground."

"Alright, just ignore him."

Ashiya Ryo couldn't wait to walk to the cabin door. He suddenly stretched out his hands, and dozens of black talismans surrounded him, supporting his body.

"Gentlemen! The hunt has begun! Don't keep me waiting too long!"

He laughed loudly, and like a black bat, he plunged headfirst into the raging wind.

Abe Genji shook his head, drew half of his long sword, and a burst of sword energy emanated from it.

"Set off."

Each of them displayed their unique abilities and leaped into the sea of ​​clouds.

……

Unlike the passionate atmosphere of the Japanese team.

The atmosphere inside the Thai team's plane, which was in another airspace, was extremely awkward.

"All contestants, please jump from the aircraft immediately!"

The mechanical electronic sound continued to play on a loop tirelessly.

Captain Song En stood by the hatch.

This ruthless man, who practices both ancient Muay Thai and black magic, is currently braving the howling wind, his facial muscles twitching wildly.

He looked down at the lush green forest at his feet, then at his own muscular physique.

"Boss, what should we do?"

Nida leaned against the cabin wall, playing with the blue poison tree frog in her hand.

She rolled her eyes coquettishly, her tone full of complaint:

"Are these organizers out of their minds? Do they really think everyone can step on their own two feet and fly to the sky?"

"I'm into poison, not some bird with wings. If I jumped from that height, wouldn't my beautiful face be smashed into a pile of mud?"

Song En gritted his teeth and retreated with a dark face.

Although he was a skilled fighter and physically strong, what about falling from a height of several hundred meters without any protection?

That's called suicide!

"A miscalculation. We were so focused on figuring out how to kill our opponent that we forgot to consider testing this kind of opening scenario."

Song En slammed his fist into the metal bulkhead, creating a dent, his heart filled with pent-up frustration.

"If you jump down and break your leg, what kind of competition can you even compete in!"

Just when the two were at their wits' end and felt they were about to have to use Flash at the start of the game.

Chachai, who had been sitting in the corner, slowly stood up.

Today he was wearing a flashy beach short-sleeved shirt and flip-flops, and he was holding a half-finished cup of coconut water.

"Hey, you two, don't be so impatient."

Chachai took a sip of coconut water and walked between the two with a smile.

"When you encounter difficulties, don't always think about toughing it out."

His small eyes seemed half-closed as he pointed to the tightly closed driver's seat, his tone revealing a simple wisdom about life:

"Since we can't fly, why don't we just have something that can fly give us a ride?"

Song En was taken aback: "The cockpit is locked from the inside, and these pilots must have received strict orders, how could they possibly listen to us?"

"Rules are made by people, and people are always flexible."

Chatchai handed the coconut shell in his hand to Nida and slowly walked to the cockpit door.

He pulled a small bone flute with strange carvings from the pocket of his brightly colored beach shorts.

Chachai brought the bone flute to his lips, but didn't make a sound.