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

"My family doesn't understand! In broad daylight, five strong men cornered me in a cave and subjected me to inhumane mental torture! Is there any justice left? Is there any law?!"

"I've never seen such a shameless request in my entire life!!"

Ivan was almost in tears.

He suddenly unleashed a burst of energy and finally managed to pull his arm out of Zhang Chulan's arms with great difficulty.

"Get out! Get out of here! This kid's dangerous! Stay away from him!"

At Ivan's command, the others reacted as if they had seen a plague.

They abandoned all formation and turned to run wildly out of the cave!

"Hey! Don't run away, guys! How about we chat for another ten bucks? I still have some Weilong spicy strips in my bag!"

Zhang Chulan picked up the watermelon knife from the ground and excitedly chased after it.

"Just one hit! Even a light touch will do! Can't you give me the feeling of being struck by lightning?!"

A flock of birds took flight in the mountains and forests.

Five burly men were running wildly ahead, while a skinny young man was chasing after them, holding a watermelon knife and crying and begging to be beaten.

This scene was so absurd that it was recorded in the annals of international bizarre history.

……

at the same time.

Paradise Garden, Central Observation Hall.

On the big screen, this scene was broadcast live in high definition and without any blind spots to all the representatives from various countries present.

The entire hall was completely silent.

Everyone held their wine glasses, their eyes wide open, their mouths agape enough to fit a duck egg.

There was a full ten seconds of silence.

"boom!!!"

The Russian delegation's rest area.

The burly tour leader was so angry that he slapped the corner of the marble table in front of him to pieces!

His face was flushed, and he pointed at Zhang Chulan on the big screen, who was chasing after his own teammates begging to be beaten. He was trembling with anger and roared in Russian:

"Rogue! Thug! Shameless scoundrel!!"

"What kind of tactic is this?! This is clearly a scam!!"

"How could the Chinese team recruit such a shameless scoundrel to participate in such a sacred competition?!"

He turned his head and glared angrily in the direction of the Huaxia rest area.

however.

"puff……"

Feng Xingtong was trying not to laugh.

Zhang Tianyi sat in the main seat and didn't feel ashamed at all.

Instead, he excitedly crossed his legs.

He held a phone in his hand, pointing it directly at Zhang Chulan's smug face on the big screen, and was recording it with rapid clicks.

While recording, the corners of his mouth kept turning up in a crazy smile:

"Well done! These are the soldiers I, Dao Ye, have trained!"

"This material is too classic, we have to send it to Old Niu Bi so he can broaden his horizons too!"

"I've already thought of a title: 'Precious footage of how my frail grandson drove five tough Russian men crazy on a desert island.'"

……

At this time.

Longhu Mountain, thousands of miles away, in the back hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

On a traditional Chinese eight-immortal table sits a brand-new large-screen tablet computer.

Several plates of sunflower seeds and peanuts were on the table.

The old masters Zhang Zhiwei, Tian Jinzhong, and Rong Shan were sitting around the table, intently watching the screen.

Beside her, Xia He was peeling an orange for Zhang Lingyu with a smile.

"I wonder if Xiao Lingyu will be bullied on this long trip."

As Xia He stuffed orange segments next to Zhang Lingyu (in the photo), she muttered to herself:

"Luckily, I managed to get this encrypted live stream source from overseas through someone, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see his heroic performance on the field."

In order to watch the game, Xia He specially spent a lot of money to ask someone to get the broadcasting equipment.

Just then, the screen switched to Zhang Chulan's exclusive shot.

The scene that just happened to be playing was Zhang Chulan grabbing Ivan's fist and shoving it into his face, crying and begging for punishment.

"..."

The sound of people cracking sunflower seeds in the back hall stopped.

The old master crushed a peanut in his hand into powder.

Tian Jinzhong stared wide-eyed, his mouth slightly agape.

Rongshan even forgot to pick up his teacup.

The deathly silence lasted for a long time.

The old master took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand.

Then, with a snap.

He covered his old face with his large hands.

"That damned bastard..."

The old celestial master's voice escaped through his fingers, carrying a deep sense of powerlessness:

"You've only been hanging out with the second brother for a few days..."

"This has utterly disgraced me, and the Celestial Master's Mansion! It's a disgrace to the entire Pacific Ocean!!!"

Rong Shan swallowed hard, managing to squeeze out a sentence:

"Master...please don't be angry. This child Chu Lan...at least he...he didn't suffer any loss, did he?"

"I'll suffer for that damn thing!"

The old master was so angry that his beard flew wildly.

"When that brat gets back to the mountain, I'll make him kneel before the statues of the Three Pure Ones for three days and three nights! That'll wash away all that shameless nonsense in his head!"

Xia He, watching Zhang Chulan's arrogant pursuit on the screen, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She cracked sunflower seeds and leisurely added insult to injury:

“Master, I think Chu Lan’s move is quite effective. You see, this isn’t called shamelessness, it’s called winning without bloodshed and subduing the enemy.”

Old Celestial Master: "..."

Destroy it, hurry up.

This Longhu Mountain is a place where eating dates is like taking medicine.

Chapter 339 The Joke of Poison Curse and Corpse Rope! A Punch Shatters the Reincarnation

Paradise Island, a primeval tropical rainforest on its eastern side.

The humidity here is incredibly high.

The sweltering heat, mixed with the sour, pungent smell of fermenting leaves, felt like a giant pressure cooker, trapping people inside.

Snapped!

A giant pink bubblegum burst in mid-air, covering half of Lucy's face.

"Fuck! Do the mosquitoes in this godforsaken place grow up on steroids?!"

Frustrated, Lucy ripped the chewing gum off her face and swatted a mosquito the size of a coin that had landed on her arm.

She was wearing a ripped denim jacket and Doc Martens, and was complaining incessantly as she walked:

"Captain, I strongly suggest that the company add a clause when sponsoring the competition that the venue must be equipped with pest control services."

"My limited edition jacket is almost torn to shreds by tree branches!"

William, who was walking at the front, was holding a long knife and slicing through the vines blocking his way as if he were cutting tofu.

Even in the muddy rainforest, the blond, blue-eyed Captain America's tight-fitting tactical uniform remained impeccably clean.

He even took the time to tidy up his meticulously styled hair with the back of his hand.

"Lucy, constantly complaining will tire your facial muscles and make you more prone to wrinkles."

William turned around and gave him a bright smile:

"Think about it, right now the world's giants are watching us."

"As the face of Behemoth, we must always maintain elegance and composure. Smile~"

"Shut up already, you hopeless PR machine." Lucy rolled her eyes.

Miles, who was following behind, had his head down and his eyes were focused on the instrument on his wrist.

"Captain, based on the depth of the footprints on the ground, the angle of breakage of the surrounding vegetation, and the residual alkaloids in the air, we can calculate..."

Miles tapped the miniature computer on his wrist, his tone very serious:

"Our prey is less than 500 meters away."

"There are four of them, and they're slowing down. They... should have spotted us by now."