An Qiusheng

This set of Wind and Fire Blades was painstakingly collected by me since my childhood in the hunt against demons.

The magic it emits can blend seamlessly, boasting remarkable speed and explosive fire properties upon contact, making it quite powerful. However, if you intend to take on missions, you will need to procure some firearms, as well as essentials like tents and vehicles for unforeseen circumstances." As I imparted my experiences from my time on Demon Island, it seemed we had unwittingly formed a new duo. Although Guan Ling appeared strong, being a girl, I could sense a slight dependence developing on her part towards me.

Both factions vying for control of Flying Cat Valley had come prepared, enlisting numerous skilled fighters.

Most of those who have long roamed Demon Island have formed small alliances based on mutual benefit, making lone wolves like Guan Ling and me quite rare. Ever since my fallout with Jack on the nameless treasure island and the subsequent separation from the Wolf King and the others during the fourth mission, I found a certain enjoyment in this solitary struggle.

Although at times the absence of companions could be challenging, the freedom from worrying about betrayal from behind made the experience far more liberating.

Should I team up with Guan Ling? Though her skills are currently average, she shows great potential, especially with her formidable martial arts techniques, the Colorful Phoenix Flying and the Great Peng Carefree Technique; with a bit of training, she could become a valuable ally… but then again, we are not well acquainted!

Unable to reach a decision, I set aside these thoughts. The duels of such skilled fighters were immensely significant to me, not only expanding my horizons and enriching my experiences but also allowing me to formulate strategies for similar adversaries in the future, so I wouldn't be caught off guard.

After defeating his opponent, Yan Tianhong vanished without a trace. I scanned the surroundings, ultimately conceding to the futility of locating Yi Ren.

My initial intention was to assist Yan Tianhong in gratitude for saving my life, but since she had no need for my help, I chose instead to focus on observing the battle alongside Guan Ling.

As we mingled with our side, six core figures conferred, and then a young man with gray eyes, devoid of any vitality, stepped forward for the third match. The opponent from the Four Directions Group was a man clad in a black suit, his visage as unyielding as granite;

I recognized him as one of Snooker's subordinates. Although the previous two matches had been decent, they left me somewhat disappointed.

By my standards, including Yan Tianhong, none of the four were particularly noteworthy.

Despite the peculiar nature of Yan Tianhong's flaming blade, I felt confident in my ability to counter it. I estimated an eighty percent chance of severing the throat of that fire-breathing bald man while he was distracted, causing him to inadvertently swallow his own flames. The victors posed no threat to me, and the defeated were even less significant.

The gray-eyed young man's entrance reignited my interest; he radiated an aura devoid of any semblance of life, yet his strength was undeniably formidable, and I eagerly anticipated his performance. Guan Ling gently tapped my shoulder and whispered, "Who do you think will win between the two?

I quietly analyzed for her, "The man in the suit is a subordinate of the Locke Group; his gait reveals that he lacks martial prowess.

A magician is ill-suited for this kind of duel; he is likely some sort of psychic. Our rocky ally exudes a commanding presence; I've interacted with him before, and he is profoundly enigmatic, proficient in at least two or three different abilities.

If I were to place my bets, I would wager on him." Guan Ling chuckled softly, leaning closer to me, "Suit man and rock man? Your knack for nicknaming is quite impressive! I wonder what you would call yourself?" "Naturally, I'm the sunny boy! I'm only a freshman in high school.

That's so old! I'm only in the second year of junior high!" The game of comparing ages held no real significance. Regardless of how youthful one may feel, there will always be someone younger, and many young people mock those older than themselves as outdated, only to find themselves labeled as such by their juniors in the blink of an eye. Amidst the whispers of those around us, I learned that the gray-eyed rock man was named An Qiusheng, reputed to have mastered at least three martial arts techniques to the tenth level, making him a formidable force on Demon Island, with nearly a hundred subordinates.

He was visibly displeased at being sent into battle as a mere nameless pawn by the Four Directions Group, abandoning any semblance of formalities, clenching his fists tightly and remaining silent from a distance of over ten steps. Suddenly, he unleashed a punch that roared through the air like thunder, the pressure causing a rumble.

Snooker's subordinate barely had time to cross his arms to shield his face before An Qiusheng's punch sent him flying. Snooker's subordinate was likely an undead created by black magic, albeit more complete than Snooker himself.

A punch from An Qiusheng would have certainly shattered my bones, yet the suited man, despite being launched ten paces back, merely grunted, appearing largely unscathed. An Qiusheng's overwhelming combat prowess was unlike anything I had ever encountered, and Snooker's powerful subordinate piqued my interest, causing me to forget my earlier disputes with Guan Ling and focus intently on the battlefield. An Qiusheng seized absolute dominance from the outset, not needing to draw near to his opponent;

his punch radiated an attack range exceeding fifty meters, imbued with tremendous explosive force. Snooker's subordinate, evidently unfamiliar with long-range combat, could only desperately evade, but his speed paled in comparison to An Qiusheng's striking power, leaving him in a state of utter defensiveness. Based on my observations, Snooker's subordinate had no chance of victory, a conclusion further validated by the unfolding scene, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. Standing at the forefront of the crowd, Snooker wore a smile that was both subtle and unwavering;

if his subordinate were to lose, he certainly wouldn't maintain such a demeanor. "Initially, he took eight wish fruits. Although he didn't use the Rainbow Altar, rendering their effectiveness not fully realized, the vast Locke Group must have some talented individuals and wouldn't squander them. I wonder what they did with those eight wish fruits? If this man had ever utilized a rainbow-level wish fruit, he couldn't possibly be this weak, could he?

Each wish fruit possesses distinct effects; for instance, Jack gained the ability to transform at will using a wish fruit, which indirectly helped him break through the heart of the Druid Warrior. Neither of us wished purely for power, yet we had already attained considerable strength. The Locke Group couldn't possibly be as wasteful as we were;

if they used wish fruits to create powerful warriors, they should be significantly stronger, at least several times over, given that they were rainbow-level wish fruits. Among the crowd, some individuals remained stoic and silent, while others engaged in casual conversations with friends, and many more were fervently cheering for their side. Guan Ling, with her wild spirit, contrasted sharply with my quiet contemplation of strategies to defeat the combatants.

After cheering for An Qiusheng, she turned to me, exclaiming, "This duel is far more exciting than the previous two! Why aren't you cheering?

Me?

Cheering for whom?"