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

But at this moment, no one is cheering for their victory.

Because this team looks so pathetic, so utterly pathetic.

Captain Sherko was walking at the very front.

That iconic, always perfectly pressed suit was now nothing but tattered rags covered in bits of flesh and mud.

His left side was stained with dark red blood, and the tip of the slender Western sword in his hand, a symbol of honor, was broken off.

His handsome face had lost its pride and composure.

Only deathly silence remained.

And behind him.

Cecilia's hair was disheveled, her eyes were red and swollen like peaches, and she was biting her lip tightly, tears falling silently.

Allen clutched a broken piece of armor tightly in his hand, walked with a limp, and his shoulders were slumped so badly that he looked like he might fall at any moment.

What's most chilling is...

Originally a top European team with a full squad of five and extremely high strength.

At this moment, only the three of them remained.

"Where's Gawain?!"

Spinway clung to the police line, his voice trembling despite his usual impeccable manners:

"Sherlock! Where's Finn?! Where did they go?!"

When questioned by the team leader, Sherko seemed oblivious to the noise around him.

He simply walked down the white jade steps of the temple.

Takeda and a team of medical personnel quickly went to meet them.

"Captain Sherko! Did you successfully obtain the Longevity Elixir? What's the situation inside...?"

"Get out of here."

Sherko raised his head, his gray-blue eyes filled with terrifying bloodshot veins.

He uttered two words coldly, his voice hoarse.

He ignored Takeda and the medical stretchers that were being offered to him.

He simply walked straight up to the main camera that recorded the scores.

Sherko raised his hand, which was covered in dried blood.

In front of the entire world, he slammed a divine token that represented his qualification for the competition onto the ground!

"Snapped!"

The jade talisman shattered.

"Jade Society".

Sherko looked directly into the camera, without any pretense, revealing only a chilling calm and weariness:

"Announcing abstention."

"We... are withdrawing from this damn match."

After saying that...

Sherko turned around and, with his remaining two companions, walked towards the helicopter on the helipad without looking back.

His silhouette was desolate and forlorn.

……

In the square, even the sound of the sea breeze could be clearly heard.

They abstained?!

A top seeded team that was considered a strong contender for the championship, just hours after entering the temple.

Not only did they lose two key players, but their fighting spirit was also completely crushed, leading them to choose to withdraw voluntarily?!

What dangers lurk within this temple?!

"Gudong."

Jack swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.

This brutal competition system was presented to these behind-the-scenes capitalists in such a straightforward and bloody manner for the first time.

If even a top talent like Sherko can have his mentality shattered, then his own team...

This is the Huaxia rest area.

Feng Xingtong watched Sherko's departing figure on the screen.

His young face finally revealed undisguised worry and tension.

"Heavens..."

Feng Xingtong moved closer to Zhang Tianyi's beach chair, her voice low, her palms sweaty:

"The British team is definitely not weak. Even they suffered such a defeat and still withdrew from the competition."

"Will Brother Chu Lan and the others be alright inside?"

"Aren't the rules of this competition a bit too disregard for human life? Should we request a suspension of the match?"

The game console in Zhang Tianyi's hand finally emitted a notification sound indicating that the game was over.

He looked up at Feng Xingtong, whose face was full of worry.

He glanced again at the bronze gate that had fallen silent again not far away.

"Why are you worrying about this?"

Zhang Tianyi stretched and yawned, his tone still as matter-of-fact as ever:

"Those foreigners were heartbroken because they were inexperienced and had never seen the world. They were easily frightened by the slightest danger."

"My eldest grandson?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled and reached for a glass of iced cola:

"With his shamelessness, plus those two wicked guys, Xiao Wang and Xiao Zhuge."

"If the things in that dilapidated temple were to encounter them, it wouldn't be Chu Lan who would be crying."

"Besides... I've left them a trump card..."

Chapter 378 Five against four, the advantage is mine

The upper level of the Takamagahara Shrine, on a spacious platform.

Captain America, William, is playing with the dagger in his hand.

His eyes were fixed on the food on his plate.

"Without your protective team leader, what do you have left to be arrogant about?"

William approached step by step, his leather boots making a "clack-clack" sound on the stone slabs.

"You didn't feel good on those damn steps down there, did you?"

I heard the foreigner babbling on and on.

Wang Ye, who had fallen to the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyes dramatically.

He nudged Zhuge Qing beside him with his elbow and muttered in a low voice:

"Old Qing, does this foreigner have some kind of compulsion that villains have to give a speech first? Is he babbling on and on like he thinks he's super cool right now?"

Zhuge Qing looked on as if watching a show:

"After all, they have the upper hand, so shouldn't they be allowed to enjoy the thrill of being superior?"

"But Lao Wang, you spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and your face is as white as if it had been painted. You really fit the atmosphere."

"Damn it, it's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering from the pain, isn't it?"

Wang was so angry he wanted to kick him. "If I hadn't forcibly opened the Eight Gates to move you just now, you'd still be down there dancing ballet with those dried corpses!"

Zhang Chulan stood in front, holding a watermelon knife, his ears perked up like antennas, listening to the two's banter clearly.

He turned around and glared at me, clearly annoyed.

"Brothers! We're facing a formidable enemy! Can't you at least show some basic respect to our international friends? At least adopt a defensive stance!"

William's face darkened when he saw that these Chinese people were still thinking about fighting amongst themselves.

"Even when you're about to die, you're still trying to attract attention!"

He snorted coldly and pointed to the passage behind him:

"We broke through that damned horde of zombies at top speed."

"Although Miles was sacrificed to detonate the core of the array, it was all worth it."

"Our condition is basically undamaged."

As William finished speaking, he pointed the dagger at Zhang Chulan's nose:

"And you! You've been stuck in there for so long! Look at that Taoist priest coughing up blood, and look at you all, panting and exhausted!"

"It's just a spent force!"

"Shoulder your hands and surrender now, and I might consider sparing your lives!"

William spoke with an overwhelming sense of confidence.

But he never expected this.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan on the other side showed no sign of panic whatsoever.

Instead, their eyes lit up!

"Wait a minute!"