At the critical moment, Leonard Wolf suddenly dropped down and rolled seven or eight meters away. Somehow, a heavy machine gun had already appeared in his hands. Before the Western man who had transformed into a Tyrannosaurus rex could pounce, the heavy machine gun was already roaring with gunfire.

Although the T. rex was indeed the king that dominated the earth in ancient times, its flesh was no match for such a weapon of war. After being riddled with hundreds of bullets, it collapsed to the ground, motionless.

Leonard Wolf propped himself up with the heavy machine gun and stood up, saying disdainfully, “Even if you can turn into an evil dragon, you can’t change your foolish mind. Who’s the next challenger? Come out!” Having cleanly and decisively dealt with his opponent, Leonard Wolf’s skills were indeed fierce and powerful. This duel also made me realize that even with a few cards in the rookie stage, you still can’t compete with modern firepower.

“Unfortunately, the submachine gun and pistol I picked up were both lost during the fight with Eleanor Night, and the silver demon-breaking bullets are too expensive. Otherwise, I could use firearms too!” Just as I was thinking this, a burly red-haired man from the opposing team stepped forward, holding a small cannon in his hands.

“Don’t think you’re the only ones with weapons. Before I came to Devil’s Island, I prepared an entire arsenal. Farewell, buddy!” The red-haired man hoisted the small cannon onto his shoulder. The holy light bullet I was gathering in my palm was about to fire before he could pull the trigger. What a joke—if he managed to fire that cannon, I’d be caught in the blast too. This guy was clearly trying to wipe us all out.

But before I could act, Samuel Barton had already flicked a small steel fork with his fingers—it looked like one from our dining table earlier. The red-haired man with the small cannon didn’t even have time to react before the fork pierced through his throat. His eyes widened in disbelief as he crashed to the ground.

Striding forward with steady, deliberate steps, Samuel Barton said coldly, “Leonard Wolf, this opponent is mine. You’ve already used up your two slots.”

“Too bad you’ve used up your two slots as well. But before I duel the main target, let me take care of you too!” The burly black man was clearly a leader in his small team. He opened the Book of Demons, tapped it lightly with his index finger, and a suit of metal armor appeared on his body. But this armor wasn’t some ancient relic—every component was full of modern technological flair, reminiscent of American-style RoboCop.

“Powered armor!”

Samuel Barton’s pupils contracted slightly, hesitating between stepping forward and retreating. When I saw Jack’s gaze flicker over, a chill ran down my spine again, and I had no choice but to cough and step forward.

“Sorry, this job is mine. Samuel Barton, step aside!”

“Oh, you don’t need to choose. I’m going to kill both of you at once!” The black man named Remington let out a wild roar and strode forward, the ground trembling beneath his feet. In a flash, he appeared right in front of the two of us.

“Powered armor is a high-tech product. I spent a hundred million dollars at the Devil’s Island auction to buy it! It can boost my strength to thirty thousand points! You don’t stand a chance!”

As Remington roared, his metallic fist appeared right before my eyes. I pushed off with my feet and leapt into the air.

Before stepping out, I had already reset the seven quick-cast spells in the Book of Demons. With a short demonic incantation, the ancient blade Guyue appeared behind me. Gripping the blade, my speed and jumping ability were tripled and quintupled respectively, and with my tenfold strength card, I had the makings of a formidable martial artist.

Dodging Remington’s punch, I channeled my inner energy into the blade midair and unleashed the “Flying Sand and Rolling Stones” sword technique.

Once the fierce inner energy was infused into the blade, it burst forth, forming a flurry of scorching true energy explosions around the edge, giving the impression of a sandstorm sweeping in. The “Flying Sand and Rolling Stones” technique not only multiplies lethality but also prevents the opponent from opening their eyes.

But just as I feared, the powered armor had a visor and detection systems, so martial arts techniques had no effect on Remington’s senses. He simply raised his left hand, and my blade struck his arm.

That arm, covered in metal armor, was simply not something the ancient blade Guyue could cut through. I felt a jolt in my hand, my tiger’s mouth went numb, and an overwhelming force sent me flying.

Chapter Seventeen: The First Morning Training

In midair, I kicked my legs wildly and finally managed to regain my balance before landing. Although I landed awkwardly, I was lucky not to be injured.

Samuel Barton wasn’t much better off than me. He must have some martial arts background, but against high-tech powered armor, human strength simply can’t compete. After I was sent flying, he too was struck in the arm by Remington’s punch. I could hear a crisp crack—no need to guess, Samuel Barton’s arm was done for.

“It’s do or die now!”