"It's that yellow house over there. The competition hasn't started yet, all the contestants are staying there, and ahead is Devil's Valley."
The six people looked in the direction the little girl pointed. On a mountain opposite, there was indeed a house that was entirely yellow. However, it was several kilometers away from everyone.
The blond man had no time to scold the little girl further and immediately sprinted towards the house.
However, in the next second, a violent explosion suddenly erupted ahead.
Li Chonglou's expression changed drastically, and he flashed forward to shield the Thai boxing woman.
"You don't trust me?"
The Thai boxing woman was immediately displeased, but now was not the time to dwell on such matters, as various gunshots began to echo through the forest.
There was an ambush.
The group immediately dispersed. The Japanese man charged off alone in one direction, while the other two men teamed up and charged in another. Li Chonglou followed behind the Thai boxing woman.
"I told you, don't follow me!"
Perhaps feeling that Li Chonglou's actions offended her, the Thai boxing woman turned her head and glared fiercely at him.
But Li Chonglou remained unfazed. He calmly replied, "Let's deal with the enemies first."
Only then did the Thai boxing woman snort and fall silent.
She suddenly untied the sash around her waist, then tied the little girl to her back. After glaring at Li Chonglou again, she flashed into the nearby undergrowth.
The contestants who could participate were no ordinary people. Ordinary firearms had no effect on them, so not only had the five people dispersed successfully, but even the blond man, who was the first to be hit by the bomb, had only managed to dodge the gunfire nearby in a slightly disheveled state.
However, his expression at the moment was extremely grim. He didn't possess a body of iron or bone, but his reaction was quick enough to have already retreated from the blast radius before the bomb exploded.
In other words, he had also been on the verge of death just moments ago!
And now, they hadn't even entered the first level yet. If anything were to happen here, they would surely be nailed to the pillar of shame.
"A bunch of damned goons!"
Just as the blond man was still cursing, Li Chonglou encountered the first wave of enemies.
It was a group of fierce-looking black men, eight in total. There was one machine gunner, one grenadier, and the rest were armed with submachine guns.
The eight men were gathered in a pre-dug large pit, their faces filled with ferocity as they sprayed gunfire wildly.
The shell casings alone from the bursting bullets had already covered the ground at their feet, and the areas where the group had been standing earlier had long since had their soil scoured away.
"Hahahaha, so-called special forces are nothing more than this. What's the point of having strong skills? It's all over with a burst of bullets!"
A black man suddenly laughed maniacally, his gun spewing fire. If there was a slight jam, he would immediately pull out another magazine, his mouth agape, his bulging eyes revealing extreme madness.
"Old Black, we can finally get out this time! Hahahaha, with the bounties on these few heads, we won't have to enter this hellhole for the next ten years!"
However, as soon as the man finished speaking, an agile figure suddenly leaped behind him.
With practiced ease, she placed her hands on his chin and head and twisted forcefully. With a snap, the black man's head immediately tilted.
It was the Thai boxing woman. After killing one, her movements did not pause at all. She immediately rushed to another black man who was closest.
"You slut!"
The black man immediately reacted, cursing and aiming his gun at the Thai boxing woman. However, the moment he raised his gun, a massive fist landed squarely on his face.
There was no scream, only a splatter of blood and flesh. The black man's face caved in significantly, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into a large tree and falling to the ground with his head at an odd angle.
The remaining six black men also reacted and immediately turned their guns towards the Thai boxing woman.
Two small stones, whistling through the air, struck and penetrated the eyebrows of the machine gunner and the grenadier.
Then, another figure suddenly appeared and picked up a gun from the ground.
With four rapid single shots, the remaining four black men fell to the ground.
Every shot was a headshot.
"Using guns?"
The Thai boxing woman's brow furrowed, seemingly having a strong aversion to firearms.
But Li Chonglou ignored her, picked up some lightweight pistols and bullets, and also grabbed a few grenades, tying them to his waist.
"Truly bizarre."
The Thai boxing woman muttered again. She suddenly removed a bulletproof vest from her waist and put it on, then turned and disappeared into the undergrowth with the pale-faced, trembling little girl on her back.
Li Chonglou followed her.
This time, the Thai boxing woman did not scold him. Instead, she treated him as if he were invisible and continued to move towards another group of enemies.
Three minutes later, all six groups of death row inmates who had set up the ambush were dead, and the six individuals reunited, unharmed.
At this point, the other four people also noticed the pistol Li Chonglou had tucked into his waist, and their expressions changed.
"You're using a gun?"
Li Chonglou naturally understood their intentions but still nodded. Then he watched as the four repeated the actions of the Thai boxing woman earlier.
After all four had put on bulletproof vests, they couldn't help but look at him with complex expressions.
Li Chonglou shrugged and remained silent. He understood their mindset. As inheritors of ancient martial arts from various countries, each with their own unique skills, they naturally had an innate aversion to firearms. However, this did not mean they were unfamiliar with them. In fact, their marksmanship might not be much worse than Li Chonglou's.
That was why they found Li Chonglou so peculiar.
Based on Li Chonglou's previous performance, all four of them had thought he was only average, and certainly not someone who needed firearms to kill enemies.
His current actions, however, only deepened their disdain.
Consequently, their gazes towards the Japanese man became even more contemptuous.
To think that he was beaten so badly by such a peculiar person meant his strength was definitely very limited.
However, the four of them did not know that the Japanese man was feeling extremely wronged at that moment.
It's not like you think, alright? I'm not as weak as you imagine! This guy is monstrously, impossibly strong!
But he didn't voice these words. In his view, the more lightly these people regarded Li Chonglou, the greater the downfall they might face in the future.
I can't be the only one to suffer this loss. Feeling wronged, the Japanese man sneered inwardly.
Before they set off again, the blond man assigned code names to everyone.
He was number one, the other two men were numbers two and three, the Thai woman was number four, Li Chonglou was number five, and the Japanese man was number six.
Anyone with eyes could see that the blond man was assigning numbers based on his perceived strength, but except for the Japanese man, no one else had any objections.