Jack's Silver Spike

I swiftly assessed Snoke's combat capability, concluding that with my current skills, the probability of defeat stood at over eighty percent, leaving me only a twenty percent chance of victory, contingent on whether Snoke had any hidden strengths. The consequences of defiance were clear: "Miranda, you may withdraw from this mission!" 

Without so much as a glance at the Wolf King, Snoke strode over and seized Miranda's voluptuous thigh, effortlessly lifting the statuesque Western beauty. Even if I possessed equal strength, I could not replicate such a bold gesture; after all, my height was significantly less than Miranda's, and to lift her leg, I would have to grip her thigh's base. However, that would inevitably result in her lower legs and feet towering above my head, a disadvantage in terms of presence. 

"Better set Miranda down, or I shall demonstrate the power of this!" Just as I prepared to intervene, the Wolf King had already unleashed an impressively designed heavy machine gun, a weapon only a brawny figure like him could wield. 

Upon seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, Snoke lowered his voice slightly, his forehead muscles tensing immediately, and with a puff, he dislodged a bullet from the chamber. "You want this woman? I can grant her to you, but be warned: even if you remain on Demon Island forever, your life won't last long under our organization's watchful eye." 

Unfazed, the Wolf King replied, "The great lords of hell have long sought to enlist me as a new recruit; I've already stirred up enough trouble in that world, and your crew is of no concern to me." 

"Fine!" Snoke flung Miranda's sultry figure toward the Wolf King, yet the latter showed no intent to catch her. Instead, with a sweeping motion of his leg, he redirected Miranda, allowing her to land beside me. 

Unable to watch as the golden-haired lady landed face-first at my feet, I reached out and lifted her up. Even with the power of the Tenfold Strength Card and Platinum Glory shielding me, I still felt the weight in my palms; evidently, both the Wolf King and Snoke wielded considerable strength. 

In terms of muscle density, Miranda was far less robust than Lilith; however, she certainly outshone in voluptuousness. I placed Miranda gently on the ground and used a medical card on her, gaining a better appreciation of this curvaceous blonde. 

Snoke had been fixated on the Wolf King, observing as the latter remained steadfast, directing the heavy machine gun's barrel at him. It was only when Miranda was not caught that he let out a derisive grunt and turned to leave. 

As Snoke's imposing figure receded, Jack suddenly laughed, a sharp silver spike appearing in his palm, which he hurled with all his might. 

This silver spike, an unknown type of weapon, penetrated Snoke's back and emerged from his chest, despite his skin being impervious to bullets. "I believe Miss Romiel would be far happier with me than with you, so farewell, Mr. Snoke!" Jack performed a noble bow, reminiscent of classical courtesies, toward Snoke, who was struggling to turn his body. His smile was so sincere, resembling that of a priest who had just done a good deed rather than that of a cold-blooded killer. 

"Indeed, there isn't a single good person among them," I concluded, almost simultaneously initiating an attack on Bullet and Supersonic. 

I chose Bullet as my opponent, a man who had previously clashed with Jack, and whose abilities I was familiar with. At this moment, I dared not employ any extravagant tricks, launching directly into the recently learned Void Tranquility Palm, combining it with the newly ascended unnamed martial arts technique, unleashing a whirlwind of chilling energy as I struck Bullet twenty-eight times. Before he could retaliate, the icy true energy coursing through him had severed all vitality from his body. 

With a casual sweep of my leg, Bullet's body, encased in frost, shattered into two segments. Two items fell gently from him; I flicked my foot, and a finely crafted black dagger along with a palm-sized book of demons landed in my grasp. 

After securing these two items, I felt a twinge of curiosity. Glancing toward the direction of Eight Wells, I noticed that while he had struggled slightly more, bearing some wounds, he too had swiftly dispatched Supersonic, who had dropped several cards and two unique weapons: a knuckle duster and a spiked meteor hammer attached to a chain. 

"Could it be that defeating an opponent on Demon Island yields some chance of dropping items?" During my last encounter, due to a dueling contract, the cards and treasures from my slain opponent had directly transferred into my Demon Book, and I had no idea that defeating opponents would also yield rewards. 

As I concluded the battle, I was about to discuss with the Wolf King and Jack how to deal with the remaining three women when Lilith suddenly screamed. Astonishingly, Snoke, still pierced by Jack's silver spike, had not yet succumbed; his eyes turned blood-red as he let out an enraged howl, lunging toward the nearest Lilith. 

Injured and with increased danger, Snoke's speed and strength remained largely unchanged. Lilith exerted herself to escape his grasp, calling out for help. "King! Save me!" 

"Snoke cannot die; he possesses a demonic power that existed before entering Demon Island! He will slaughter us all." 

"Run toward me, quickly!" 

True to her background as a female mercenary, Lilith's running speed could rival any sprinter. Upon hearing my call, she immediately unleashed her impressive legs and sprinted away. 

Jack and I had just slain one of her companions, and now we were expected to rescue her! What a chaotic mix. 

I was uncertain whether my comment about "chaotic mix" referred to my group or Snoke's crew. I raised my hand, launching over a dozen holy light orbs, as I certainly did not want Lilith to perish at Snoke's hands. 

The Wolf King also sensed something was amiss with Snoke and fiercely squeezed the trigger, unleashing a long tongue of flame that accurately struck Snoke. 

"Roar! Remember, I will return!" 

Rather than retaliating against Jack and me, as we were about to join the fray, Snoke quickly took a step back and fled in a frenzied dash, leaving behind a resonating resentment.