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

"How could I not know Zhang Chulan, the famous figure in China?"

He suddenly raised the two-meter-long giant blood scythe in his hand, the tip of the blade pointing directly at Zhang Chulan's nose, his eyes blazing with ferocity:

"Let me introduce myself. I am from Java, from the Red-striped Kagyu sect, and I am Kara Prava!"

"The reason I know you is because..."

A blinding red light flashed on Kara's wristband:

"Your Chinese team is the prey of our Javanese nation in this hunt!"

"I rely on!"

Zhang Chulan cursed inwardly.

What kind of incredible luck is this?!

It's one thing to be blown away by a strong wind at the start.

Unfortunately, they stumbled upon their natural enemy in this maze-like pile of broken rocks!

He had a one in sixteen chance of encountering it all by himself!

"Dude, these are all randomly assigned by the system, we don't need to take it so seriously, do we?"

Zhang Chulan chuckled, but his feet were inching backward, his eyes darting around searching for an escape route.

"Look, it's getting late. Why don't we all go home and find our own mothers?"

"Can not go back!"

Kara's eyes suddenly turned frenzied. He held the heavy blood scythe in one hand, crushing the rubble beneath his feet.

"Your destiny is to obediently become a sacrifice to the evil god!"

Before the words were even finished!

Kara transformed into a blood-red shadow, moving at an outrageous speed, and slashed directly at Zhang Chulan!

"Damn it! You're asking for it, aren't you!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Zhang Chulan's ruthless and unruly nature came out.

"Thunder!"

A blinding white light instantly covered his entire body.

Instead of retreating, Zhang Chulan advanced, reaching his right hand behind his back and drawing out a watermelon knife with a whoosh.

"when!!!"

The watermelon knife and the huge blood scythe collided violently in mid-air!

Sparks flew everywhere!

"That was a lot of force!"

Zhang Chulan felt a numbness in his hand. This Javanese man, who looked as thin as a stick, was surprisingly strong!

But this is not over yet!

Using the recoil, Kara spun around in mid-air, and her scythe transformed into a red crescent arc, aiming straight for Zhang Chulan's neck!

"Are you doing acrobatics?!"

A golden light flashed beneath Zhang Chulan's feet, and he slid across the ground, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted force with his waist, and the watermelon knife, carrying a violent lightning flash, slashed out diagonally from bottom to top!

"Pfft!"

This blow landed squarely on Kara's left arm!

With the sharp blade and the added power of the thunder energy left by Zhang Tianyi, it was as easy as cutting tofu.

Kara's entire left arm was severed cleanly at the root!

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the rubble on the ground red.

"Successful!"

Zhang Chulan was overjoyed.

He's just a fragile assassin. He looks intimidating, but he can't be killed in one hit.

He was preparing to press his advantage and knock the madman unconscious and tie him up.

however.

The anticipated scene of the other person collapsing to the ground and groaning did not occur.

Despite losing an arm, Kara didn't scream in pain, nor did she even take a step back.

He looked down at his severed arm, which was still gushing blood.

Then, he suddenly raised his head.

On that face covered in totems, a perverted smile of extreme enjoyment, almost like an orgasm, appeared!

"Hahahaha... Hahahaha!"

Karajan laughed wildly, his laughter echoing through the stone forest, sending chills down everyone's spine.

"It hurts! It hurts so much! This feeling... is just too wonderful!"

Under Zhang Chulan's horrified gaze.

The blood from Kara's severed arm did not continue to flow, but instead began to condense strangely.

The blood that had been sprayed on the ground seemed to come alive, turning into scarlet tentacles that pulled the severed arm back to its original position!

scoff!

The severed arm was reattached, and the flesh and blood writhed and stitched together.

In just a few breaths.

Kara's left arm miraculously grew back completely intact!

Not even a single scar was left!

He stretched his brand-new arm and looked at Zhang Chulan with a fascinated gaze:

"This excruciating pain is a bond bestowed upon us by the evil god!"

"Come on! Keep cutting me! Share this sacred, tearing pleasure with me!"

"Holy shit..."

Zhang Chulan's hand holding the watermelon knife trembled slightly.

What kind of insane skill is that?!

It can be reconnected instantly even after being cut?!

This thing is an indestructible, unslicable, and masochistic zombie!

Zhang Chulan's mind worked incredibly fast.

He is a typical pragmatist.

Faced with such a freak who is virtually immune to physical attacks and whose mental state is extremely unstable, a head-on confrontation would be the most foolish choice.

As the old saying goes: A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle; the best of the thirty-six stratagems is to flee!

"Hey bro, your recovery ability is amazing! Um, I just remembered I still have some soup simmering in the pot. I'll play with you another time!"

Zhang Chulan turned around without hesitation.

With lightning speed, he unleashed his full thunder magic, transforming into a streak of white light and galloping headlong into the depths of the stone forest without a backward glance.

If you can't beat them, can't you at least run away?!

As long as I run fast, the pervert can't catch me!

"Trying to leave?! A complete sacrifice is the highest form of piety!"

Kara watched Zhang Chulan's retreating figure, her fervor growing even stronger.

He didn't rush to chase after them.

Instead, he slowly extended his left hand, which had just been severed, and gently ran his fingertips along the blade of the sickle.

There, a trace of blood remained on Zhang Chulan's body from their earlier fight.

Kara placed the trace of blood on the tip of her nose, took a deep breath, and looked dazed.

Then.

He used that blood-stained scythe to slash his own palm!

Dark red blood gushed out, and he swiftly drew a strange circular blood-red magic circle on the rock beneath his feet.

Kara stood in the center of the magic circle, the red light of the totem on her face shining brightly.

"When the prey enters the game, the contract is formed."

"Oh, great evil god..."

……

the other side.

Zhang Chulan was frantically running around in the stone forest like a headless fly.

"What the hell is wrong with me! I ran into this invincible lunatic the moment I got to the island!"

As Zhang Chulan ran, he mentally cursed the organizing committee's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Once I find Old Wang and Junior Uncle, I'm going to tie this bastard up and throw him into the sea to feed the fish!"

Having already run several kilometers, there was indeed no sign of pursuers behind them.

Zhang Chulan was just about to breathe a sigh of relief and stop to catch his breath.

The moment his right foot touched a stone slab.

Without any warning!