In the live stream, the audience's emotions were completely ignited, and the barrage of comments scrolled wildly like a surging tide.

"This isn't a snowball fight, it's a death trap!"

"That's too brutal! Who could withstand being hit by those spiked ice blocks?"

"If this ice block hits you, you'll be covered in bruises."

"Goodness, this snowball fight has really turned into a life-or-death battle in the snow."

Lu Fan was secretly lamenting the cruelty of this challenge when a system notification suddenly sounded.

[Matching you with an opponent]

Your opponent is Yamamoto, a player from Japan.

"Japanese devils from Japan? What a small world! This suits me just fine!"

Upon hearing that his opponent was from Japan, Lu Fan's fighting spirit instantly ignited, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face. That smile contained both a desire for battle and disdain for his enemy.

Just as Lu Fan was pondering how to deal with this battle, a dazzling blue light flashed across the opposite side without warning, causing him to subconsciously squint and instinctively raise his arm to shield himself.

As the light gradually faded, a frail-looking person lay stiffly on the snow.

This man was none other than Yamamoto from the land of cherry blossoms. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and his figure was as thin as a fallen leaf that could be blown away by the wind at any moment. Clearly, he was on the verge of death from the extreme cold.

At this moment, Yamamoto was lying on the ground, one hand still tightly gripping a stone he had grabbed before teleporting.

That was the only "weapon" he could grasp at that moment, even though the stone seemed so insignificant in this brutal challenge.

Your opponent is Lu Fan from China.

Weak Yamamoto struggled to lift his head, and immediately saw Lu Fan, who was holding a large sword and exuding murderous intent, not far away.

In that instant, fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing the gleaming broadsword in Lu Fan's hand, Yamamoto trembled with fear, his teeth chattering.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rolled over and knelt on the ground with a thud. His voice trembled and choked with sobs as he tried to beg for mercy in accented Chinese: "Please... don't kill me, I... can surrender to you."

Yamamoto knew very well that rushing forward with his current weakened body would be like a moth drawn to a flame, courting death.

He was even very grateful that he had studied Chinese.

So he surrendered immediately, hoping to save his life.

The live stream chat immediately erupted in chaos.

"It's actually that old bastard Yamamoto! Lu Fan's luck is absolutely incredible!"

"Haha, Yamamoto is such a coward, kneeling down and begging for mercy as soon as he arrives. It's really shameful."

"Great God Lu Fan, don't be soft-hearted! Just kill him! Let the Japanese remember the taste of being punished by a great sword!"

Lu Fan looked at Yamamoto, who was kneeling and shivering in the snow, with great interest. A mocking expression appeared on his face. He clicked his tongue and said coldly, "Tsk tsk tsk, your cowardly behavior is disgusting. Do you think I will let you off easily?"

As he spoke, he slowly took a few steps forward, his broadsword lightly slicing across the snow, sending up a flurry of fine snowflakes.

His eyes revealed a chilling coldness, as if he were contemplating how to slowly torture his opponent.

Just then, the cold, mechanical voice of the Wilderness Announcement rang out again, devoid of any emotion.

To ensure fairness in the game, all players have been brought back to peak physical condition.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a miraculous scene unfolded.

Yamamoto's previously listless and seemingly collapsing body suddenly trembled.

His eyes, which had been dull and filled with despair, instantly regained their luster, and the color in his face returned rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His originally withered and thin body seemed to have been injected with a powerful force, quickly becoming full and strong.

Yamamoto clenched his fist in disbelief, feeling the power surging within him. This physical state felt like he had returned to the state before he participated in wilderness survival, full of vitality and strength.

"Haha, that's great..."

Yamamoto's face, which had been filled with despair, instantly blossomed into a wildly joyful smile, a smile brimming with smugness and arrogance.

He slowly stood up, stretched his muscles and bones, and his joints made a "crackling" sound.

At this moment, his eyes revealed a hint of cunning and ferocity, like a hungry wolf staring intently at Lu Fan, as if he were sizing up prey that was about to be torn apart.

"Lu Jun, now it's time for us to have a truly fair duel, hahahaha."

After saying that, he stuck out his tongue, slowly licked his lips, and revealed a perverted smile that sent chills down one's spine.

Meanwhile, similar situations were occurring simultaneously at other challenge venues.

Some players who had been exhausted and even given up were instantly restored to their peak condition under the influence of this mysterious force.

"Haha, that's great, that's fair!"

"Now, watch how I beat you so badly you'll be begging for mercy and win this challenge!"

The recovered contestants were all full of fighting spirit, their eyes burning with a fierce determination to compete with their opponents and win a place in this brutal challenge.

In the live stream, the audience's emotions were once again pushed to a climax.

"Damn it, isn't this cheating? The rules have become way too outrageous!"

"Yeah, their previous weakness was due to their own incompetence. Why should they suddenly recover? What kind of nonsense is this!"

"Oh no, oh no, the situation has become very unpredictable. It's really hard to say who will win or lose."

"What's there to be afraid of! Even if they recover, so what? A greyhound is still a greyhound. In front of the great god Lu Fan, they're all just a piece of cake. The great god Lu Fan is invincible!!"

"That son of a bitch Yamamoto, he was all groveling and acting like a pathetic wretch just now, but now he's all arrogant. People from Japan are all like this!"

At the same time, An Lan felt a sudden dizziness, her brain spun, and it felt as if her soul was being pulled apart by this powerful force.

When she finally came to her senses, she found herself standing in a completely unfamiliar snowfield.

The wind howled like a pack of roaring wild beasts, whipping the thick snow on the ground into a fluttering motion that stung our faces.

She looked closely and saw a tall, burly Black man standing not far away.

Your opponent is Muwitor from Brunei.

Mu Weituoer was much taller than Anlan. His broad, thick shoulders and well-developed, bulging muscles appeared even more imposing against the backdrop of the snow and ice, like a majestic mountain standing there.

An Lan's palms instantly became slightly sweaty, and an instinctive sense of tension welled up in her heart. She subconsciously clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Muwitor looked at the petite An Lan and a sneer of undisguised contempt appeared on his face. The smile was full of disdain for his opponent.

He casually picked up a piece of spiky ice from the ground and tossed it up and down in his hand with ease.

The sharp spikes of the ice gleamed with a chilling light under the pale snow and the gray sky, as if taunting An Lan, or declaring his determination to win this battle.