After packing all the gambling money, Ye Zi and Tu Fu carried all the bags onto the plane. Ye Zi not only got 35 million US dollars, but also got to show off her own 5 million US dollars.

Ye Zi's so-called "playing big" meant that she wanted to eliminate as many of the contestants as possible before the competition officially started, and win some money in the process.

Forty million US dollars, plus another two hundred million Chinese yuan in cash—this money was earned far too easily.

Wu Dongheng also put his suitcase on the plane; these things were no longer needed for the time being.

Tu Fu stayed in the cabin. He didn't like crowded places, and he couldn't be alone in the cabin either.

Ye Zi and Wu Dongheng brought some food back to the rest area and invited Yang Dali and the other two, along with Xiao Touming, to eat together.

After dinner, Ye Zi and the others were completely relaxed. The things they needed to pay attention to in the competition had already been explained once, and Ye Zi's combat power almost overwhelmed everyone present, so there was no need for further explanation.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, two people wearing work badges came to collect the equipment, ready to start the competition.

Ye Zi casually pointed to the weapons and armor that she had taken off and placed aside.

The two went to get the item, but as soon as they touched it, they realized something was wrong—it was heavy, far too heavy.

The tungsten steel maces were too heavy to lift, and the armor could only lift a few parts.

The two people who came to collect the equipment were not ordinary people either. Whether they were nominally part of an organization or secretly represented the White Eagle, they needed to have strong bodies.

The weight of a hundred or so pounds is not a problem at all.

But they couldn't compete with Ye Zi. A set of armor weighed 500 jin, and each of her tungsten steel maces also weighed 500 jin.

After trying a few times, the two looked at each other and saw shock in their companion's eyes. They then picked up a few lighter pieces of armor and left.

After returning, one person reported the situation, while the other went to find tools, and they also called two more people.

Not long after, four people came over pushing a small cart, struggled to put all of Ye Zi's equipment on the cart, and then pushed it away.

The car was heading in the right direction, indeed to the starting point of the race, but there was a group of people waiting for them in the middle, led by none other than the five people Ye Zi had seen during the day and James.

The cart stopped, and James casually picked up a piece of armor, but couldn't lift it because it was heavy; he had to use both hands to lift it.

Among the five, the tallest and most handsome white youth reached out to grab the double maces. He tried to pick them up but failed. His expression became more serious, and he increased the strength in his hands, finally managing to lift the two tungsten steel maces.

Ye Zi's strength is no secret; he can smash a head open with one punch and send a muscular man weighing over 200 pounds flying with another.

Moreover, Ye Zi's identity is not a secret, at least not in the eyes of these people. The fact that a powerful monster has emerged in China has long been known to foreigners.

Even with the same height and build, it was no use for Ye Zi to wear a bandit mask the whole time.

The young man held the mace in both hands and swung it a few times in a small area, saying:

"It seems that China is determined to win this time. These two weapons alone weigh around 1,100 pounds."

"Steve, are you serious? 1,100 pounds is half a ton," James exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course, why don't you give it a try?"

James immediately refused:

"Forget it, I can't lift it."

"1100 pounds, if you don't have the corresponding strength and confidence to defend, it's best not to go head-to-head with it."

Steve, the handsome young man, gave a reminder and then put the maces back on the cart.

"Steve, can you withstand this attack?"

"I'm fine with it," the two middle-aged men replied casually.

"I'm not a close-combat fighter," the last young man said nonchalantly.

With Yu Huoye present, he could tell from the length of the young man's arms that he was an archer. His well-developed arm muscles and excellent wingspan meant that if he weren't of average height, he could easily play basketball.

“Great strength doesn’t mean he’s fast or agile.” The last to speak was a young woman, her two daggers flashing in and out of her hands.

Steve, needless to say, could wield a weapon made of leaves, so he could naturally deal with attacks from leaves, and defense was his forte.

James waved his hand, and the four people pushed the cart away, while the dozen or so onlookers dispersed.

Back in his rest area, Steve gestured for the others to sit down and said:

"This Chinese man should not be underestimated. His weapons alone weigh 1,100 pounds, and his armor is also quite heavy. Don't forget, he's the one who threw the Great White Shark out."

Furthermore, with such heavy weapons and armor, his strength must be at least ten times that weight, or even more; otherwise, he'd be just throwing his life away.

The group nodded, and the long-armed youth said:

"So, in other words, dealing with this Chinese person requires me to take the lead?"

“Range attacks are indeed one of the best methods, but flexible and fast close combat is equally important. However, we need to test his strength.”

The others nodded in agreement, and James said:

"How can other people cooperate?"

Steve thought for a moment and said, "

"In tomorrow's battle, equipment will be key, especially for archers, so go and tell..."

James was in charge of the Bald Eagle's operations on the surface, but Steve was in charge of the actual combat.

After all, it's an age-old principle to leave professional matters to professionals, unlike in Chinese basketball where bureaucrats direct athletes, which is a bit absurd.

Actually, it wasn't just James and his group who were discussing countermeasures; several factions that had just checked Ye Zi's equipment were also discussing countermeasures.

The combat style is relatively uniform: ranged attacks are the main focus, melee attacks are secondary, and only direct combat is used when all else fails.

When James relayed Steve's search plan, the leaders of the various factions all nodded in agreement.

The people who can lead the team here may have different strengths, but none of them are combat idiots. Besides, every country has experienced the era of cold weapon warfare, and there are records everywhere of archers using ranged attacks as the first wave of strikes.

With the initial battle plan set, all that's left is to wait for the competition to begin.

Ye Zi was relaxed, and the system's detection also told him that someone was watching his equipment.

But it didn't matter. The overwhelming power was his confidence. Although he was surprised that Steve could easily wield the double maces, it wasn't a big problem.

Ye Zi wasn't worried about James sending people to replace his equipment, because they couldn't possibly remake it in such a short time.

Besides, not having equipment doesn't affect Ye Zi much; it's just a bunch of tungsten steel, so she won't feel bad about throwing it away.

Each faction has its own agenda, and no one wants to remain a supporting character forever.

However, the four people who transported the equipment were the most exhausted. After putting the equipment away, they returned to their rest area, panting heavily.