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

“That’s a wise choice, Captain,” William said with a smile.

The old man closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

His lips hummed slightly, emitting a peculiar low-frequency sound wave, similar to the flapping of some insect's wings.

"Om~~"

The sound waves traveled rapidly underground along the muddy swamp.

Two minutes later.

It was on a patch of mud less than three meters from William.

The muddy water suddenly and strangely arched upwards.

Then, with a loud crash.

A short, stout figure covered in black mud emerged from underground!

He was holding an ancient stone box that emitted a faint glow.

"Don't kill us...don't kill us!"

When Mang came out and saw the terrible scene on the ground, he was so frightened that he knelt down in the mud.

He held the stone box high in his hand, his tears mixing with the mud as he wept:

"The tokens are here! They're all here! Please, please let the captain and the others go!"

William and the others were slightly taken aback upon seeing this.

No wonder they searched everyone and even used instruments to scan but couldn't find it.

Surprisingly, the Myanmar team handed the token to their fifth member, who was the least skilled at fighting but the best at hiding, right from the start.

Make him burrow into the soil dozens of meters deep at the very beginning and enter a state of suspended animation!

This tactic is undeniably ingenious.

Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, any tactic seems pale and powerless.

Hank stepped forward, snatched the stone box, opened it to check, and nodded to William: "Boss, it's real."

William smiled with satisfaction.

Just then, the divine restriction bracelets on their wrists simultaneously flashed red light.

A cold, mechanical voice echoed through the rainforest:

The Myanmar team's token was stolen. The entire Myanmar team is eliminated.

This announcement was made.

A white teleportation beam simultaneously lit up on Naiweng, Tusa, and Zuohemang.

This is a spatial array used by the organizing committee to retrieve eliminated participants.

In the last second before the pillar of light was about to carry them away from this hellish place.

The old man glanced back at Miao's corpse, his eyes filled with indelible humiliation and pain.

Team USA won their opening match without lifting a finger.

The brutal reality of this competition has officially revealed just the tip of the iceberg to the world.

……

at the same time.

In the northern part of Paradise Island, amidst a complex and chaotic rocky forest.

Zhang Chulan was jumping around like a headless fly between the stone pillars.

"Oh my goodness!"

Zhang Chulan fanned himself with his hand while muttering breathlessly:

"Where did this gust of wind blow me? Weren't we supposed to meet up after landing? Why can't I even get a static signal on my communicator?"

Although Zhang Chulan has broken free from the Russian team, he is still all alone.

He had been wandering around this maze-like rocky forest for almost an hour.

"Old Wang! Old Qing! Even Junior Uncle would be fine!"

Zhang Chulan leaned against a large rock, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, took two gulps, and looked utterly worried.

"I'm a pure support, you guys are just throwing a squishy damage dealer like me into the jungle, aren't you just asking me to give away first blood?"

He complained as he cautiously peeked out halfway, observing his surroundings.

Although he acted cowardly, Zhang Chulan was always on edge.

The golden light mantra within the body adheres tightly to the skin's surface, poised to unleash its power.

"This place is too quiet, not even a single insect chirps..."

Just as he was about to change direction and continue searching for a way out.

Click.

A very faint sound, like a boot snapping a dry branch, came from behind a huge rock to his left.

Zhang Chulan's hair stood on end!

someone!

And he was less than ten meters away!

"Run? No way, this terrain is too complicated. Exposing our backs to the enemy is suicide."

"Fight? What if they're a group of several people?"

Zhang Chulan came up with an idea after only a moment's thought.

He raised his hands above his head, and a bright, innocent yet delighted smile instantly spread across his face.

He jumped out from behind the rock and shouted loudly in the direction the sound came from:

"Oh my god! We've finally found someone alive!"

"Hey buddy over there! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! We're on the same side! I'm a lost tourist!"

"Hey bro, are you also having trouble finding teammates? How about we team up? I have some spicy snacks and a self-heating hot pot in my bag, let's find a shady spot to eat and chat?"

Zhang Chulan's smooth and natural tactic of first admitting defeat and then trying to get closer to her is unique on this island.

but.

When he could see the figure emerging from behind the rock...

The smile on his face visibly froze.

He was a man wearing a somewhat tattered robe, and he was as thin as a stick.

He wore a bizarre mask that only revealed his eyes.

In his hand, he was dragging a giant scythe, at least two meters long, stained with dark red blood.

By any measure, this doesn't seem like the kind of person who would sit down and eat self-heating hot pot together.

The masked man stared at Zhang Chulan with his cold, numb eyes.

There was no response; he simply slowly raised the enormous scythe in his hand.

The blade reflected a chilling, menacing light in the sunlight.

"..."

Zhang Chulan's lips twitched twice.

He silently lowered his hand, which was raised in mid-air, and casually reached down to his lower back.

"Well..."

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard and chuckled dryly twice:

"Brother, if you don't like mildly spicy... I also have spicy ones, would you like to consider them?"

Chapter 341 Foreign Cult Followers!

In the rocky forest, even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Zhang Chulan's bright smile, which seemed to say "I am a law-abiding citizen," gradually froze after he saw the person opposite him.

The man in the long robe slowly removed the mask with strange totems painted on his face.

Beneath the mask was a face with a dark complexion and high cheekbones.

He even wore two metal lip rings.

What's most striking are his bloodshot eyes, which are now brimming with an irrepressible excitement.

"I'm so lucky."

The man licked his chapped lips, his voice hoarse:

"It was so easy for me to run into you."

"Zhang Chulan".

When he heard the other person call out his name, Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat.

But his expression didn't falter at all, and he casually wiped his sweaty hands on his trouser leg.

"Hey there! Brother, do you recognize me?"

Zhang Chulan chuckled, feigning surprise and flattery, and began to try and get closer to her:

"Could it be that I'm that famous internationally? Are you a fan who watched the broadcast of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and came here specifically to get my autograph?"

"You should have said so earlier! Put that big scythe down, it's scary. Want an autograph? No problem, I can even throw in a photo!"

"fan?"

The man seemed to have heard a funny joke, letting out a low, unpleasant laugh like that of an owl.