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

A strong gust of wind swept down from the top of the slope, forcefully dispersing a large chunk of the dense, oppressive air.

A figure stood quietly at the highest point of the earthen slope.

This is a burly white man with a full beard, wearing a black vest.

He crossed his arms and looked down at the four prey below.

James is the fifth player for Team USA.

"Everyone, you must have had a tough run."

James twisted his thick neck, making a cracking sound.

The cruelty in his tone, like a cat playing with a mouse, was completely undisguised:

"The captain anticipated that you would seek a waterway to hide a heat source. That's why I waited for you here in advance."

The old man's heart sank to the bottom.

The enemy had even calculated their escape route perfectly!

This is not a battle at all; it is a one-sided hunt!

"Let's fight him!"

Tusa's innate wildness was brought out.

She put her grandfather down, then with a sudden jerk of her hands, she pinched bone needles coated with deadly poison between her fingers, and made as if to rush up the earthen slope.

"Tusha! Come back!" the old man shouted, but it was too late.

Just as Tusa rushed out...

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several beams of azure electromagnetic light shot out from the rainforest behind them.

It completely trapped Tusa and Zo in place!

The high-voltage current instantly coursed through their bodies, and before they could even scream, they collapsed to their knees in the muddy water, convulsing.

"Slap, slap, slap."

William, with Lucy and Hank, slowly emerged from the bushes behind them.

William even clapped his hands casually as he strolled along, his smile appearing eerie in the context.

"James, well done. I told you they'd run this way."

William walked up to his grandfather and knelt down.

He looked at the Burmese captain, whose legs were crippled but who was still trying to protect his teammates, and sighed softly:

"Captain Naiweng, the game should end now."

"Hand over the divine tokens, and I promise I won't kill you. After all, we're all just trying to advance."

The old man looked at him coldly and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

He knew very well that these people would likely continue to wear this mask of hypocrisy until they received the token.

Once handed over, this small, powerless team from a country with no background would definitely be silenced on the spot to prevent future trouble.

"search."

William wasn't angry when his father didn't cooperate; he simply tilted his head slightly.

Hank and Lucy immediately stepped forward and began roughly searching the bodies of the fallen men.

Two minutes later.

"Captain, no."

Hank frowned, even turning their backpacks inside out:

"These people were completely clean, with nothing on them except for a few dead insects."

The smile on William's face finally faded.

He stood up, a cold glint in his azure eyes.

"Captain Naiweng, hiding the token is not a wise decision."

The old man closed his eyes and remained completely silent.

His current strategy can be summed up in one word: stall!

Even if we're all eliminated in the end, we absolutely cannot let these Americans get their tickets to the next round so easily.

"If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot."

James, who was standing on the earthen slope, walked down step by step.

He didn't go to see his grandfather, but went straight to the side of the tall, thin man who had been unconscious—Miao.

James extended his right hand, which was thicker than an average person's thigh.

Like grabbing a chick, he pinched Miao's head and lifted him into the air with one hand.

"Don't touch him!" Tusa struggled desperately under the electric fence, her eyes bloodshot.

James stared blankly at his grandfather on the ground.

The voice was unusually cold.

"Where is the token?"

The old man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly in the mud, refusing to utter a sound.

"very good."

James didn't ask a second time.

His large hand, which was gripping Miao's head, suddenly tightened its grip!

"Do not!!!"

Tusa let out a desperate scream.

puff!

There's no unnecessary villainous chatter, and no lengthy torture or interrogation.

It's like a ripe watermelon being hit by a heavy hammer.

Accompanied by the dull thud of bones breaking and the nauseating splash of juice.

Mu's head was crushed by James's hand!

Red and white filth splattered onto the green swamp.

James let go.

A headless corpse lay limply on the ground, splashing up a puddle of murky mud.

James casually wiped his hands on a banana leaf next to him, as if he had just crushed a trivial insect.

He turned his head again and looked at his grandfather, who was completely stunned.

"I'll ask you one last time."

James' tone remained calm:

"Where is the token?"

……

At this moment.

In the central viewing hall of Paradise Garden.

A deathly silence.

All the representatives from various countries, sponsors, and even celebrities were staring at the big screen.

The moment they saw that head being crushed like a persimmon, they all gasped in shock.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Many of the ladies who were holding red wine and talking animatedly were so frightened that they covered their mouths and started gagging.

"Is this...is this the cruelty of Paradise Island...?"

The representative of a small African country was pale-faced and didn't even notice that his cigar had fallen onto the carpet.

There was no referee to stop it, and no stopping it after a brief exchange.

This isn't a competition; this is a true battleground!

……

Rainforest swamp.

Tusa's screams had become hoarse, and Zoe lay under the electric fence, trembling like a leaf.

The old man looked at the mangled corpse of Miao on the ground.

Two lines of bloody tears finally streamed down the tough man's face.

He was wrong.

He thought he could hold off the enemy with his willpower, but he forgot that in the face of these ruthless monsters, silence would only result in his teammates being brutally slaughtered.

This was not a fair competition; it was a massacre.

"Stop...don't kill..."

The old man's backbone completely collapsed.

His sun-baked face was etched with helplessness and despair.

He could die, but he couldn't bear to watch his two remaining companions be crushed into pieces in such a cruel way because of his own stubbornness.

"I'll hand it all over... I'll give it all over..."

Upon hearing this, William put on his sunny smile again.

He snapped his fingers, and James stopped walking toward Tusa.