The first attack wasn't a failure, Chen Wen thought coldly.

Seeing the Japanese team over there being alerted.

He barely hesitated and decisively threw the second wooden spear.

This time he shifted his target from the originally planned Matsui Reika to another Japanese player on the other side of Feng Zhong.

Matsui Reika and Yoshikawa Feng reacted quickly.

Upon sensing the attack, they swiftly hid behind the camel.

As for that young Japanese player, he stood there dumbfounded, seemingly unclear about the situation.

This time, Chen Wen's movement was even more forceful and resolute.

He exerted [Giant Strength] to its utmost.

When exerting force, to pursue higher efficiency, it's best to let the power explode from the legs. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Transmit through the muscles to the waist, rotate the waist, driving the arm to extend its trajectory in the air as long as possible.

Finally, flick the wrist, transferring all the force into the javelin.

Only in this way can the strongest blow be delivered!

That's what Chen Wen did.

He stomped hard on the gravel beneath his feet, creating a sand hole in this area.

Then, Chen Wen quickly sprinted forward, bending the arm holding the javelin backward, turning his upper body back.

A moment later, Chen Wen abruptly stopped, transferring the force from his feet to his legs, the legs firmly supporting the body, the power rooting from the legs, spreading towards the body.

He rotated his body vigorously, twisting the waist forward, transmitting the stored power to the arms.

The arm behind him awakened by the power, sprang into action.

The arm drew a trail in the air, the massive power injected by Chen Wen into the wooden spear.

When the arm reached its limit, Chen Wen flicked his wrist, adding force once more.

Woo!

A dull sound carrying terrifying force shot out.

The standing Japanese player watched wide-eyed as the wooden spear came rushing towards him.

Beside him, Matsui Reika's eyes were wide open with fear.

She attempted to reach out and pull Matsuyama over.

Yoshikawa Feng and Feng Zhong also yelled anxiously, trying to make Matsuyama dodge the spear.

But it was futile!

In Matsuyama's eyes, the world seemed to slow down.

Matsui Reika's hand appeared to be suspended in mid-air, unmoving.

Yoshikawa Feng and Feng Zhong's voices seemed to be slowed down hundreds of times, reduced to just wooing sounds.

And all of Matsuyama's attention was drawn to the wooden spear.

He watched as the terrifying spear, as if shot from a mythical world, zoomed towards him.

Matsuyama attempted to move his body.

Failed.

The wooden spear at this moment seemed to transform into Gungnir from Northern European mythology, possessing the inevitable hit effect.

Will I die?

A second before being hit, Matsuyama thought this.

But the next second.

The world returned to normal.

The wooden spear whistled in, precisely hitting the outer side of Matsuyama's thigh as intended by the thrower.

A tremendous force poured out from the wooden spear.

[Thorn] triggered.

The not-so-sharp spearhead suddenly tore Matsuyama's thigh, hitting his thigh bone hard.

Snap!

The part of the wooden spear not embedded in Matsuyama's thigh couldn't withstand the pouring out force, snapping inch by inch.

As for Matsuyama.

This giant force made him stagger backward, his thigh uncontrollably hitting backwards.

While his body lurched abruptly forward, crashing onto the ground.

I'm not dead!

If he originally aimed here, then this player named Chen Wen is truly a merciful person!

Before losing consciousness, Matsuyama thought so.

...

Two wooden spears, one gravely wounding Kuroki, the other crippling Matsuyama.

Chen Wen moved his arms, retreating a distance.

He was quite satisfied with this follow-up attack of his.

Over there.

Seeing the unconscious Matsuyama, although the unaffected few felt fear, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Too terrifying! We shouldn't have provoked him!"

The heavily wounded Kuroki spoke fearfully, unable to hold back.

Shijing Heren swallowed hard, nodding furiously: "Yes! Yes! We shouldn't have provoked him!"

Shijing Heren recalled a month ago.

At that time, he was chatting leisurely with Chen Wen in Canada's Great Slave Lake studio.

He even thought Chen Wen was a kind person back then.

Now thinking back, he must have had the heart of a bear and the guts of a leopard to dare joke with this God of Death!

Matsui Reika's face was also pale.

She hadn't contemplated the current situation at all.

In her view, even if Chen Wen was formidable, he was probably on par with her at most.

But now, Chen Wen taught Matsui Reika a lesson with a very well-executed attack — Sis? You think our level is similar? Nonsense!

"He, he isn't an ordinary player!"

Matsui Reika tried hard to control the trembling in her voice.

She looked towards where Chen Wen was.

At this moment, Chen Wen was squatting on a sand dune, watching over here, holding that steel long spear in his hand!

Will he continue to attack!

Fear surged rapidly in Matsui Reika's eyes.

She was scared.

Faced once with Chen Wen, without even exchanging a full sentence, she was scared!

She feared that steel long spear was reserved for her.

Once hit by that spear.

Severe bleeding would be a certainty!

Death would not be a small probability event either!

Yoshikawa Feng and Feng Zhong who had been defeated by Chen Wen before also turned pale.

They realized this too.

The championship is nice, money is nice, but you need to be alive to claim them!

"What should we do..."

Yoshikawa Feng couldn't help but ask, feeling they couldn't continue this stalemate.

"Negotiate with him, as long as we are let off, any conditions can be agreed upon!"

Matsui Reika quickly showed concession, after all it was a death threat.

As for the injured Kuroki and Matsuyama.

Dragging them along would not only slow the team's progress but also worsen their injuries.

Matsui Reika resolutely abandoned them.

Yoshikawa Feng and Feng Zhong exchanged glances, Feng Zhong shouted, "Chen Wen! What exactly do you want!"

Hearing the shout, Chen Wen smirked at the corner of his mouth: "Translator, tell your Emperor that the supplies stay, the camel stays, and also..."

Chen Wen's eyes rolled, deliberately speaking in English: "Thank you, Feng Zhong, for immobilizing the Japanese team, giving me such a great attack opportunity!"

English, almost every participant in the Eight Extremes Challenge knew a bit of it.

The words made Feng Zhong feel disgusted.

He immediately explained to the crowd, "Don't listen to his nonsense! How could I help him harm you!"

Yoshikawa Feng gave an embarrassed smile: "Don't worry, I won't believe him."

Matsui Reika rolled her eyes: "Though you didn't actively help him, your stupidity helped him passively!"

Shijing Heren kept silent, he had the lowest standing here, no speaking rights.

However, he did have some doubts.

The previous disorder in formation was exactly due to Feng Zhong's word.

It was also then when Chen Wen appeared.

But regardless, even though the Japanese team was very annoyed with Feng Zhong, they hadn't reached the point of abandoning him.

Having now lost two members without other allies, they could only include Feng Zhong.

Soon, after Feng Zhong discussed briefly with Matsui Reika.

He shouted loudly: "Chen Wen, spare us, we can give you some supplies and camels, but not all, either you take action, we all carry bows and arrows, even in a tough fight, we aren't afraid of you!"

Hearing this, Chen Wen frowned slightly.

Unlike spears, bows and arrows may not be as lethal but they have a high quantity.

In a tough fight, it would be genuinely hard for him to incapacitate four people all at once with a spear.

But in terms of words, Chen Wen didn't fall behind.

He shouted loudly: "Sure, try it!"