Slap the Japanese Devils Dead
On the high seas, amidst surging waves, a fishing boat rocked violently in the surf.
On the deck, ten tall Black Bear Nation athletes stood like iron towers, their thick body hair swaying slightly in the sea breeze, adding to their wildness.
After several days of sailing, a huge island suddenly came into view.
"Captain, we've reached the match point for the first round!" a team member exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes, Dadlov, everyone has worked hard along the way. Reaching the island ahead is our first victory. Keep up the good work and bring glory to our country!"
Captain Mauritius also looked excited.
"Don't worry, Captain, we know what to do!" the team members replied in unison.
Everyone was excited; victory was in sight, and anyone would be happy.
However, they were unaware that a crisis was quietly approaching.
"Oh my God, everyone look, what's that?" one of the team members suddenly exclaimed.
Not far away, a group of sharks emerged from the deep sea like ghosts, their gaping jaws snapping as they lunged at the ship.
"It's Level 4 Exotic Beast, the Bloodthirsty Mad Shark! Everyone prepare for battle!"
"Damn it! We finally arrived at our destination, can't we just settle on the island in peace?"
These beasts, since they've come here to die, then kill them all!
The team members started shouting and yelling.
These athletes from the Black Bear Nation showed no fear in the face of a group of sharks that were charging towards them menacingly.
They drew their swords and knives, their eyes gleaming with intense fighting spirit.
As expected of a warlike nation!
Mauritius raised his Heavy Sword high, its blade reflecting a dazzling light.
"Kill!"
He shouted and charged towards the swarm of sharks.
He moved with incredible agility, like Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain, and with a single swing of his Heavy Sword, a white streak of light appeared as he fiercely slashed at a shark that was charging towards him.
Blood splattered instantly from the shark's body, appearing particularly glaring in the sunlight.
The other contestants also displayed their combat skills. Some were agile, weaving through the sharks like ghosts, their short swords flashing like lightning, each strike accompanied by a cold glint, accurately Ground Spikes the sharks' vital points.
Some competitors displayed astonishing strength. They gripped long swords with both hands, swung them forcefully, and the sword flashed like a full moon. The powerful force sent the shark flying, splashing huge sprays of water onto the sea surface.
The sharks were equally formidable, surging in like a raging black tide, their sheer numbers sending chills down one's spine.
They writhed wildly, their densely packed forms churning in the seawater. Rows of sharp teeth gleamed with a cold light, each tooth like a sharp dagger, ready to tear apart its prey at any moment.
Its powerful tail, like a giant whip, lashed violently in the water, creating white splashes and a powerful impact.
Some sharks slammed their teeth into the gunwale, making a chilling crunching sound; others leaped high into the air with the power of their tails, charging towards the athletes on the boat like cannonballs. Their overwhelming attacks plunged the entire sea into chaos and danger.
In the fierce battle, athletes were constantly injured, their clothes stained with blood, but they did not back down and continued to fight the sharks tenaciously.
After a fierce battle, and at the heavy cost of half their men being injured, they finally managed to defeat the ferocious sea monsters.
The ship slowly approached the island ahead. The Black Bear Nation's athletes, exhausted yet joyful with victory, set foot on the island where they would begin their second leg of the competition.
Clang--
A melodious and resonant bell suddenly rang out over the island, the sound seemingly able to pierce through the clouds and spread to every corner of the island.
The first stage of the competition has come to an end.
Looking around, 180 participating teams have gradually gathered on the island.
They came from different countries and overcame numerous obstacles and difficulties.
Every team member had some kind of injury, more or less.
Well, Hua Qiang's team is the only one that is completely unharmed and has no injuries.
This puzzled the players from other national teams. Had they not encountered any Mutant Beasts and simply collapsed all the way here?
Dozens of teams were unable to reach the mysterious island on time for various reasons and were unfortunately eliminated.
On the surface of the Sea of Sea of Death, dozens of ships are sailing against the wind and waves.
However, a bell rang in their ears, and the next moment, a voice sounded in their ear.
"Time's up! Those who haven't reached the island are eliminated. Players who haven't reached the designated location, please activate your self-protection devices and withdraw from the competition!"
The host walked steadily onto a high platform, her face bearing a serious yet enthusiastic expression.
She asked each team captain to come forward one by one and receive the Smartwatch that was provided to their team.
These Smartwatch are not only important tools in the competition, recording the team members' data and the progress of the game, but also an important link for them to connect with the outside world on this island full of unknowns.
The Smartwatch also has a self-protection device that will teleport the user out of the competition area if an insurmountable danger is encountered.
Of course, once teleported away, the match automatically stops, and the player is considered eliminated.
The team members looked at the Smartwatch in their captain's hand, their eyes filled with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. They knew that the upcoming matches would be even more difficult and challenging.
After receiving their Smartwatch, everyone had a short break.
Everyone is working hard to treat their injuries and recover their strength in order to make final preparations for the individual competition the next day.
Many people were also exchanging tactics and experiences with their teammates, encouraging and cheering each other on.
The next day, the sun slowly rose, and golden sunlight shone on the island, as if injecting new vitality into this land.
The individual competition is about to begin, where each person will face ferocious Mutant Beasts alone on this island, engaging in a thrilling battle.
They must rely on their courage, wisdom, and strength to stand out in the battle against the Mutant Beasts.
Over the next five days, they will need to overcome numerous difficulties, traversing dense jungles and treacherous valleys, to finally reach the designated location.
Along the way, they not only had to deal with attacks from Mutant Beasts, but also with harsh natural environments and other unknown dangers.
But every team member held a firm belief that they could achieve excellent results in this competition, win glory for their country, and strive for their dreams.
Not far from Hua Qiang and his team was a combat squad from the Sakura Country.
When Yamamoto Taichiro saw a chubby little girl wearing a red bib in Hua Qiang's group, his eyes lit up and he started drooling.
He didn't know how he ended up next to Hua Qiang's group, and then he looked at Ao Shanshan with a lewd expression and said:
"Yo shi! Little Flower girl, where did you get your work from?"
"Mine has some good stuff, do you want it or not?"
Holy crap!
That Japanese kid is so lewd! He's trying to seduce such a young child.
"Court death!"
Hua Qiang already disliked this Japanese soldier; he'd tried to seduce and flirt with him before, and now this bastard was even having lewd thoughts about such a young child. How could he tolerate this?
Snap!
Hua Qiang slapped him across the face.
Pfft!
Yamamoto Taichiro's head was like a watermelon, smashed by Great Hammer, his brains splattered, and he was dead beyond any doubt.