One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

"Crimson Vermilion Bird – Zhuge Qing of the Wuhou School, please enter the stage!"

On the third arena, Rong Shan's voice echoed throughout the entire arena.

No one answered.

A commotion arose in the audience, followed by bursts of laughter.

"No way? He got dragged away by security and he's too scared to come back?"

"The Wuhou Sect...is that all?"

A little boy wearing a hat suddenly stood up, his face flushed, and shouted:

"Qing... Brother Qing's stomach isn't feeling well! He went to the toilet!"

He clasped his hands together, his voice trembling, "P-Please...please wait a moment!"

Referee Rongshan recognized the little guy.

Zhuge Bai is the younger brother of Zhuge Qing, a disciple of Zhuge Liang.

He saw Junior Brother Zhou carrying the person away...

To be honest, Rong Shan had his doubts about whether Zhuge Qing would ever return!

But let's give the Wuhou faction some face...

"Only three minutes left! If you don't enter the arena by then, you will be disqualified!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the three people on the stage became unhappy.

The bald man crossed his arms and sneered, "Referee, just declare it a forfeit. Don't waste everyone's time."

The Mohican boy, wielding a scythe with one hand, chimed in, "That's right! The Wuhou Sect is a sham; they got dragged down the mountain by a security guard."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

On the high platform, Chen Jinkui's face was ashen.

He fiddled with six copper coins with his right hand, faster and faster, until they were almost blurry.

impossible…

That move, "Gen Character Kunlun," was connected to the entire body of Longhu Mountain, and even he wasn't confident he could break it easily!

How did that security guard manage to do that?!

click-

The red thread that held the copper coin to the string broke.

Chen Jinkui's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned to look at Zhang Zhiwei.

The old Celestial Master sat upright in the center, smiling without saying a word.

"Sixty seconds left in the countdown." Rong Shan said expressionlessly.

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Side gate of the training ground.

As soon as Zhou Yan landed in the golden light, a familiar system notification sounded in his ear:

[Successfully punished the charlatan of the Wuhou School, rewarded with the spell: Xun Character - Listening to the Wind!]

Zhou Yan was slightly taken aback.

This is the first time that the reward has been directly linked to the target of the punishment...

Wait, listen to the wind?

Isn't this the trick Zhuge Qing used to eavesdrop on gossip?

Do you think I'm that kind of person?

As they spoke, whispers from all directions automatically filled their ears—

"Was it him who just kidnapped Brother Qing?"

"Damn it... I'm going to the scenic area office to file a complaint against him!"

"But I just realized, the security guard is really handsome too..."

No, no... it's too noisy!

Zhou Yan decisively shut down the operation of Listening to the Wind.

A genuine Beijing accent suddenly rang out from behind:

"Hey, security guard, you're back?!"

Wang Ye leaned against the stone pillar, yawning.

Zhou Yan glanced at his enormous dark circles.

This guy seems to be perpetually asleep.

"What's up?"

Wang Ye leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said sincerely, "Hehe...there really is! Buddy, how about we make a deal?"

"explain."

"If that kid Zhuge Qing gets into trouble again... could you be a little harsher?"

Of course, we don't need to go all out! Just heavy enough... to prevent him from participating in the subsequent matches...

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"Countdown—ten, nine, eight…"

Class C Arena!

The three competitors have already spread out and are eager to compete.

The competition format is four teams advancing to the next round.

When the bull-nosed man counts to one, it will be the showdown between the three of them!

"Seven, six, five..."

A figure in blue finally emerged from the end of the mountain path!

"Four, three..."

whoosh-

Zhuge Qing landed on the edge of the arena, his clothes fluttering, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"I apologize, everyone, I'm late!"

Zhuge Qing stood still, his breathing steady, and his squinty eyes curved back into crescents.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

"Phew—go down~"

"They can't even handle a security guard, yet they want to try and fight!"

"You're not allowed to talk about our husband like that—"

Chaos erupted in the stands, with shouts rising and falling.

Zhuge Qing clenched his fists secretly.

Amid the shouts, there were many who spoke out in defense of themselves.

But... there's no one left who truly believes in their own abilities...

The bald man sneered, "Oh, a genius from the Wuhou School? I thought you wouldn't dare—"

"Master, has the competition started?"

Zhuge Qing ignored the other party and looked at Rong Shan instead.

"Of course, please begin!"

"You little punk, I'm talking to you!" the bald man gritted his teeth. "While you were gone, the three of us had already made a plan: those two would spar with each other, and once I'd beaten you down..."

Continue with the winner...

"No need."

Zhuge Qing chuckled softly:

"The three of you, come on over!"

"Arrogant!"

"Get him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of gold paint appeared on the bald man's body, making it shine brightly in the sun!

At the same time, a flying sickle whistled as it pierced straight at Zhuge Qing's waist from the side and rear!

"Golden Bell Shield!"

The bald, burly man's fist slammed down.

The air vibrated with a loud bang wherever the fist passed!

Zhuge Qing maintained his smile, his feet lightly touching the ground as if he were strolling leisurely.

Despite his seemingly slow movements, he narrowly dodged the oncoming iron fist and the hidden arrow from behind!

"A trivial skill!"

The bald man switched from punching to elbowing, delivering a powerful shoulder strike!

The rope on the flying sickle changed direction mid-air as if it were an extension of its own arm!

The onlookers were terrified!

Because Zhuge Qing on the stage has been cornered.

Falling off the ring means losing!

A sudden change occurred.

An inexplicable force pulled the bald man's body to the left by an inch.

Whoosh-!

The whistling sickle pierced the bald man's right shoulder perfectly!

"Zhuge Qing...prepare to die!"

The third person, who had been hiding to the side all along and had been plotting for a long time, quietly crept up to Zhuge Qing's side. Several wind blades were swirling around his palms, and he smashed them down on Zhuge Qing's head!

"Gale Palm!"

"You bastard, he attacked us from behind!"

"Referee, that guy committed a foul!"

The gasps from the audience had not yet subsided.

Zhuge Qing raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and gently tapped.

"The character '巽' (xùn) and the wind rope"

boom!

The bluestone beneath the attacker's feet shattered!

A thousand delicate breezes trapped it right in the middle.

The several wind blades that had just been slashed out, along with countless wind ropes, were returned intact!

Puff puff puff—!

The dense wind blades left dozens of shallow wounds on the three of them.

The next moment, all three of them collapsed, and none of them were able to stand up!

Zhuge Qing bowed slightly: "You flatter me."

He turned and left the ring.

Rong Shan paused for three seconds, then said loudly:

"The victor is Zhuge Qing, the Vermilion Bird of the Clan!"

"Ah!!! Honey! I love you, honey!"

"This is the Wuhou Qimen! It's incredibly cool!"

The audience erupted in uproar.

Those who were just mocking the Wuhou School for being all talk and no action have been slapped in the face!

Among the crowd, there are many people with truly discerning eyes.

A question arose in their minds at the same time...

This Zhuge Qing completely dominated the field, taking on three opponents single-handedly…

The security guard who threw him down the mountain like a chick…

And what kind of strength does that give them?!

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Zhou Yan glanced sideways at Wang Ye.

"Do you have a grudge against him? Surely it's not because you're jealous that he has female admirers..."

Wang Ye smiled and waved his hand:

"Stop messing around, buddy~ I did a divination for myself, and I'll probably run into him soon."

Wang Ye rested his chin on his hand, his expression unusually serious:

"But for some reason... I don't want to fight him."

Zhou Yan looked at him for three seconds.

He pulled out a small notebook from his pocket...

"Intended to disrupt the order of the competition."

Wang Ye's smile froze.

"Hey, Brother Zhou...Master Zhou! What are you doing?!"

Zhou Yan expressionlessly took out a pen and quickly wrote: "Oh, there are too many people on this mountain, I'm afraid I won't remember..."

"Wang Ye, attempting to disrupt the competition, one penalty recorded..."

"Alright!" Wang Ye sprang up instantly, waving his hands frantically. "Master Zhou! Forget I said anything! Never said anything!"

In a flash, the person had vanished without a trace!

Zhou Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.

Big nose... I'll let you off this time.

Next time... just expel them!

Not far away, the "B" arena.

"Baihu (White Tiger) – Zhang Chulan wins!"

Zhang Chulan pointed his one arm to the sky, striking his signature "Battle Through the Heavens" pose.

The audience was filled with deafening shouts of abuse!

"Damn it, give me my money back!!!"

"Trash! Hit him!!!"

Zhang Chulan, with skin as thick as a city wall, ignored the curses from the crowd, jumped off the stage with a grin, and ran away in a flash.

Zhou Yan ignored him.

He wandered among the audience seats and walked toward a middle-aged, overweight man leaning on the railing.

"Uncle."

"Um?"

The middle-aged man rested his chin on his hands, his buttocks sticking out high, in a rather seductive pose.

"Hey bro~ you called me~"

The voice was exaggerated and greasy, perfectly matching the uncle's unremarkable appearance.

But for some reason, it made those around him blush and their hearts race.

Beside the middle-aged man, a man holding his girlfriend's hand had a flushed face and raised his arm, seemingly wanting to touch the middle-aged man.

His girlfriend was furious, but he couldn't pull her back no matter what!

Zhou Yan's lips curled slightly as he extended his hand:

"Uncle, have you bought your tickets yet? Let me see them."