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

"Go away! Stop disgusting me."

Wang Ye pushed Zhang Chulan's big face away with disdain, but couldn't help but curl up a smug smile.

"This is not just Feng Hou Qi Men."

Wang Ye raised an eyebrow, his smugness finally surfacing:

"Old Zhang, what I'm showing you today is a crossover between Feng Hou Qi Men and another craft."

"I wouldn't let just anyone taste this."

"However, I can only do it for three minutes now. I'm not that amazing. It just so happens that this person is psychologically fragile."

"A true man for three minutes!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up even more, and he continued gossiping while maintaining his balance on one leg:

"Another skill? Could it be..."

Wang didn't answer, but simply patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder, smiling knowingly that he had accomplished something great.

"Alright, stop overthinking. We still need to find Lao Qing and the others."

Chapter 344 A tough guy acts cute, and Old Wang is forced to be his ride!

Inside the viewing hall outside Paradise Island.

The incredible scene from just now was being replayed on a giant holographic screen.

The live stream chat was now completely filled with a dense barrage of comments, covering the screen entirely.

Since viewers from different countries are all on the same channel, the styles of the comments are incredibly diverse.

Holy crap! Master Wang is awesome!!

[So cool! He took down the opponent in a flash with just one hand in his pocket. His aura as a young master from Beijing is off the charts!]

Who just said our Master Wang only knows how to run away? Step forward and take your beating!

Of course, while some cheered loudly, there were also those who hid behind their keyboards, furiously typing away, expressing their sour grapes.

[What kind of magic is this? This is definitely cheating! The Chinese team must have brought prohibited items!]

[Exactly! I didn't even see him move his hands. How could he have such superpowers? I suggest the organizing committee thoroughly check the pockets of his hoodie!]

This yellow-skinned monkey was just lucky to run into a Javanese lunatic with a screw loose. If it were a genius from our Great British Empire, they would have chopped him in two long ago!

Faced with these sarcastic and sarcastic comments, Chinese netizens also displayed their fighting spirit to the fullest.

The keyboard was clattering loudly as he engaged in a cross-border war of words with foreigners in the live stream.

On the central sofa in the hall.

Zhang Tianyi was biting on a straw, enjoying her cola.

He raised his head.

He glanced at Wang Ye clapping his hands at the air on the screen, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"That kid, Xiao Wang, has made quite a bit of progress again."

Zhang Tianyi took out a tissue to wipe his hands, his tone carrying a hint of elder's satisfaction.

"He managed to recreate these two unique skills in new ways. His comprehension is passable; it wasn't a waste of those few bowls of black chicken soup I gave him."

Feng Xingtong, who was sitting next to him and was in charge of serving tea and water, looked at him with admiration.

Looking at Wang Ye's nonchalant expression on the screen, he couldn't help but take a half step forward and whisper in agreement:

"What the heavens say is true. Master Wang's move really stunned those foreigners."

Feng Xingtong's tone revealed a heartfelt emotion:

"Master Wang's methods were already astonishing during the previous Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. Today, his methods are even more unpredictable and mysterious."

"Looking at the younger generation in China, Master Wang is probably already the undisputed number one!"

Hearing the title of "the number one among the younger generation".

Zhang Tianyi tapped his fingers lightly twice on the armrest.

He turned his head and looked at Feng Xingtong, whose face was full of confidence, a hint of unfathomable mockery flashing in his eyes.

Zhang Tianyi picked up his iced cola, took a sip, then looked at the big screen with a mysterious, enigmatic smile playing on his lips:

"That's not necessarily the case."

Feng Xingtong was stunned.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but seeing Zhang Tianyi's leisurely "secrets cannot be revealed" expression, he hesitated.

Feng Xingtong wisely swallowed her curiosity and obediently stepped aside to continue peeling oranges.

……

Paradise Island, a forest of chaotic rocks.

With the crisis over, the excruciating pain that had been suppressed by adrenaline surged back like a tidal wave.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Zhang Chulan lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his broken right leg, his face contorted in pain, looking like a freshly steamed bun.

"It's broken! It's really broken this time! Old Wang, call 120 right now! Wait... where's the hospital on this wretched island?!"

Wang Ye walked up to him, looked down at the guy rolling around on the ground, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Alright, Lao Zhang, stop howling. Your Golden Light Mantra is protecting you. It's just a broken bone, you won't die."

Wang Ye squatted down and reached out to touch Zhang Chulan's leg bone twice.

"Ah!! Be gentle! You're trying to murder your own family!" Zhang Chulan screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Bear with it!"

Wang Ye's eyes narrowed, and he pressed down on both ends of the broken bone with his hands, exerting force.

"Crack!"

"Awooo—!!!"

A deafening scream pierced the sky, startling seabirds within a mile radius into flight.

"It's connected. Just use your Qi to warm and nourish it, and you'll be fully recovered in ten days to half a month."

Wang Ye dusted off his hands, stood up, and looked around at the terrain:

"We shouldn't stay here any longer. The commotion just now was quite loud, and who knows what kind of foolish group it might have attracted. We need to hurry and find Lao Qing and the others to meet up."

Zhang Chulan tried to move his right leg, and a piercing pain almost brought tears to his eyes.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, looking up pitifully at Wang Ye who was about to take a step.

"Old Wang..."

Zhang Chulan sniffed, his voice slurred and drawn out:

"My leg... it really can't hold its own."

"Look at my frail body, wounded in the revolutionary cause. You can't expect me to hop on one leg to find the main force, can you?"

Zhang Chulan stretched out both hands, making a gesture as if he wanted a hug, his eyes blinking rapidly.

"Old Wang, you're a good brother, you're loyal. Can you carry me for a bit?"

Wang Ye paused, his skin crawling with goosebumps as he instantly stood up and saluted.

He turned around, looked at Zhang Chulan's disgusting face, and took three steps back, making a big X with his hands in front of his chest.

"Get out! Stop trying to disgust me with your nonsense!"

Wang Ye, his face full of disgust, pointed at Zhang Chulan's nose and warned:

"I'm warning you, I don't have that kind of hobby. What kind of behavior is it for two grown men to carry each other around in this desolate wilderness?"

"You wait here, I'll go find you a branch!"

After saying that, Wang Ye turned around and walked to a crooked tree next to him, and put his hands on it.

With a "snap," a branch as thick as a wrist was broken off.

He casually plucked a few branches from the tree and tossed them at Zhang Chulan's feet.

"Look, your third leg, you can walk on your own."

Zhang Chulan glanced at the broken tree branch on the ground, then looked at the heartless Wang Ye.

His eyes darted around, and he gritted his teeth and unleashed his ultimate weapon—shamelessness!

"Oh no!!"

Zhang Chulan threw the branch far away, and then, like a caterpillar, crawled forward along the ground.

He grabbed Wang Ye's ankle and started to whine and plead shamelessly:

"Master Wang! Master Wang! Brother Wang!"

"You have the heart of a Bodhisattva! How can you bear to watch a disabled and sick patient struggling to trek through piles of rocks with a broken wooden cane?"

"If I walk too slowly and slow down the team's progress, thus delaying the strategist's important business, what would that be like!"

While wailing, Zhang Chulan frantically rubbed his face against Wang Ye's trouser leg.

"Carry me! Carry me! If you don't carry me, I'll cry myself to death right here!"

Wang Ye looked down at the large creature hanging on his leg.

The veins on his forehead throbbed.

He really wanted to kick that bastard away.

But this kid's shamelessness has clearly transcended the realm of physics; the more you scold him, the more enthusiastically he tries to take advantage of you.

"Zhang Chulan... you son of a bitch, where exactly is your bottom line?!"

Wang Ye took a deep breath, feeling that all the self-restraint he had cultivated in his life had been completely exhausted in this moment.