One person: Go talk to my Rumble-Rumble Fruit!

He didn't even change the way his hands were hanging down.

He simply... lightly touched the seemingly empty ground beneath his feet with the toe of his right foot at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a deep, soul-stirring hum!

A blue-white Qimen Dunjia chart, larger, more solid, and with more intricate and mysterious patterns than before, suddenly expanded wildly in all directions from Wang Ye's toes!

It instantly covered the area of ​​the Earth River Chariot on Sun Wukong's mask, the Firefly Flowing Light Net on Tang Sanzang's mask, and even the Ionization Field on Zhu Bajie's mask!

Time, space, the five elements' mutual generation and restraint, the eight directions... at this moment, with the complete unfolding of the Feng Hou Qi Men formation, everything is in Wang Ye's hands!

"Sound the clapper!" Wang Ye's voice was calm and even, yet carried an air of indifference that suggested complete control. "Suppress!"

The moment he uttered the word "suppress," the Pigsy mask was horrified to discover that the "Shock" technique he had unleashed with all his might, which was powerful enough to slow down space, had the same effect on Wang Ye as if he had crashed into an invisible wall of sighs!

Not only did it fail to slow down Wang Ye in the slightest, but the strange force that rebounded was like a flood flowing against the current, slamming into the core of the spell she herself was casting!

"Pfft!" Zhuge Meng felt as if she had been hit in the chest with a heavy blow, her blood and qi surged, her face under the mask turned deathly pale, she groaned and staggered backward, the condensed ionized force field dissipated instantly like a burst bubble! The space around her instead produced a slight ripple of disorder!

"The character 'Kun' means 'great virtue carries all things,' not 'you should destroy your house.'"

Wang Ye's gaze swept over the roaring earth dragon, and he tapped the game board again with his toe, "Spin!"

With a twist of his foot, the huge Feng Hou Ju Pan under his feet spun around him with a roar!

The orientation changed instantly!

The raging mudslide that was originally heading towards Wang Ye seemed to be forcibly reversed by an invisible, towering hand! The torrent of mud and rocks, carrying immense force, let out a defiant roar, whistling past the hem of Wang Ye's clothes, and instead crashed into the side of the person wearing the Tang Monk mask!

"Watch out!" Sun Wukong cried out in alarm from behind his mask!

The face beneath the Tang Monk mask was also horrified! He was focused on manipulating the fireflies to kill Wang Ye, never expecting the terrifying earth dragon to suddenly turn around!

There was no time to dodge, let alone instantly retract the overwhelming fireballs! He could only wave his hands repeatedly, forcibly activating the Li position to set up several fire barriers in front of him!

Boom——! ! !

The earth dragon crashed violently into the hastily formed barrier of flames!

Mud and rocks flew everywhere, and flames exploded! Tang Sanzang's mask groaned as it was thrown backward by the enormous impact. While in the air, its wide robe was scalded with several holes by the hot mud, leaving it in a sorry state!

The countless streams of fireflies he emitted lost precise control and began to fly around aimlessly like headless flies, scorching the surrounding broken walls and ruins with a hissing sound and billowing black smoke.

"Fireflies? Too noisy."

Wang Ye's gaze finally fell on the out-of-control net of fire, carrying a hint of helplessness at having his peace disturbed.

He slightly raised his right hand, his index finger pointing lightly at the blazing sparks dancing wildly in the sky.

"Dui Zi——Hei Liuli!"

This is not an attack!

As he traced his fingertip, a flash of light appeared at the Dui position on the Feng Hou Ju Pan!

A stream of extremely cold, black water vapor, carrying an aura of absolute purification, instantly spread around the wildly surging, scorching sparks, like ink splashed out of thin air!

It's like plunging a scalding hot iron into ice water! A piercing burst of white steam erupts! All the deadly sparks touched by the black water vapor instantly dim and shrink, emitting a mournful "poof" sound.

In the blink of an eye, it was frozen and purified, turning into countless tiny black ice crystals that fell down in a flurry! The temperature of the entire scorching hot air plummeted!

In a flash!

A triple kill, and the whole thing collapses!

The Pigsy mask suffered an ionization backlash and was damaged!

The Tang Monk's mask was knocked off by the earthen cart!

Sun Wukong's masked and proud "Separation" move was silently purified!

The three's carefully constructed combined attack formation collapsed like a paper castle under Wang Ye's two casual points and one finger!

The entire ruined battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

All that remained were the echoes of collapsing earth and rocks, the hissing of rising steam, and the heavy, terrified breathing of the three masked men.

Wang Ye remained standing in the same spot, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, as if the earth-shattering reversal had never happened.

The massive Feng Hou Ju Pan beneath his feet slowly rotated, exuding an aura of antiquity and vastness.

He flicked his right index finger, which had just drawn the character "兑" (dui), as if it were covered in something unclean. His tone remained lazy and sleepy.

"I already said I didn't want to fight... but you forced me to."

"Tsk, I'm so annoying."

Before the words were even finished, the king moved!

This time, instead of trying to solve the problem on the spot, we will take the initiative!

He swayed, and the Feng Hou Ju Pan (a type of Chinese chess board) beneath his feet instantly shifted!

The space beneath his feet was like a folded piece of paper!

With a single step, he appeared like a ghost in front of the Tang Monk mask, who had just regained his footing and was still in shock and disarray!

Wang Ye was too lazy to even use magic!

Raise your hand and make a fist!

A layer of flowing, pale blue Qi enveloped his fist; it was the mountain power of the "Gen" character temporarily added by Feng Hou Ju Pan!

Simple, direct, and brutal!

A punch landed squarely on the bridge of the nose of the Tang Monk mask! The force was perfectly controlled; not fatal, but definitely painful!

"Ow—!"

A shrill, distorted scream rang out! Tang Sanzang felt as if his nose had been struck by an iron hammer. The intense pain, accompanied by a strong soreness, shot straight to his head. He saw stars before his eyes, and tears and snot streamed uncontrollably down his face!

The force of the impact sent him staggering backward again! The dignified Tang Sanzang mask cracked in several places and tilted comically!

"Brother!" Sun Wukong roared, his eyes bloodshot with rage beneath his mask! He forcefully suppressed the surge of blood and qi caused by Wang Ye's counterattack, and his hands rapidly formed hand seals!

This time it's not the character "坤" or "离"!

"The character '巽' (Xun) – Sandalwood Merit!" He intended to summon a sturdy sandalwood barrier to block Wang Ye!

However, Wang Ye didn't even glance at him. The instant he blasted away Tang Sanzang's mask, the chessboard beneath his feet spun again!

He left a blurry afterimage behind him, and his true form appeared beside the Pigsy mask as if by teleportation!

Just as Zhuge Meng was barely recovering from the backlash of the chaotic golden clapper, she saw the sole of a foot wearing an ordinary cloth shoe rapidly enlarging in her field of vision!

Wang Ye raised his right leg high and chopped down like a battle axe!

His heels were also enveloped in a pale blue aura, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air!

A crisp, loud sound that made your teeth ache from the impact of flesh against flesh!

Wang Ye's heel landed with incredible precision on the fat right cheek of the Pigsy mask! The force was immense!

Zhuge Meng couldn't even scream. She felt an irresistible force coming from her face, her mind went blank, and everything went black in an instant!

He was sent flying sideways like a spinning top! The fat-headed, big-eared Pigsy mask was kicked so hard that it caved inwards, making a heartbreaking "crack" sound, and several pieces of plastic flew out!

She fell heavily into a pile of rubble seven or eight meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust!

"Auntie!" Even the heart of Sun Wukong's mask was bleeding!

His sandalwood wall of merit had just been erected when his target had already shifted!

An unprecedented sense of frustration and powerlessness welled up inside me.

"Bastard!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot, desperately channeling all his Qi and clasping his hands together!

Prepare to unleash an even more powerful spell!

"Ugh, so noisy."

Wang Ye finally turned to him, his brows furrowing impatiently.

He was even too lazy to use close-quarters combat anymore.

He raised his left hand, facing the crazed Sun Wukong mask, spread his five fingers, and then... suddenly clenched his fist in the air!

"Li Zi - Chi Lian!"

A pure white flame, a hundred times more violent and intense than the "firefly-like glow" from the Tang Monk mask, erupted from beneath the Sun Wukong mask like a volcano that had been suppressed for ten thousand years!

The flames were not scattered, but condensed into a ferocious, roaring, blazing serpent that instantly devoured him!

The entire ruin was filled with smoke and dust, and the smell of burning was pungent. The Tang Monk mask was curled up on the ground, clutching its bleeding nose in excruciating pain, tears and snot smearing the cracks in the mask; the Pigsy mask lay in the rubble, half of its cheek swollen high, the mask shattered, blood seeping from the corner of its exposed mouth, its consciousness still somewhat blurred; the Monkey King mask was a screaming man of fire, writhing in agony on the ground.

Wang Ye finally stopped.

他站在中央，风后局盘的光芒缓缓收敛。他看着眼前三个被揍得凄惨无比、面具歪斜碎裂的身影，尤其是那个还在烧着的“火人”，不耐烦地皱了皱眉，右手随意地虚空一拂。

"The character 'Kan' signifies Frost's Descent."

A chilling aura instantly enveloped Zhuge Qing, who was rolling on the ground.

With a hiss, the white flames were extinguished as if doused with ice water, leaving only wisps of smoke and a pitiful figure, charred black and emitting white steam.

Wang Ye looked at the three disheveled men on the ground, their masks shattered or torn off, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

"Tsk... The Zhuge family... making such a big fuss, and this is all?"

"Stop! Stop! Stop hitting me! Waaah..."

"It's all a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" The Pigsy mask pointed at himself and his two pitiful companions beside him, looking so aggrieved that he seemed about to burst into tears at any moment. "We...we are all from the Zhuge family! We're on the same side!"

He looked at Wang Ye, his eyes filled with lingering fear and unspeakable frustration. After a long pause, he added in a tearful voice:

"...It's just...it's just that we heard you defeated A Qing...we...the three of us aren't convinced...we wanted to...we secretly come and test just how powerful your Feng Hou Qi Men technique really is..."

The voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a mosquito's hum, filled with an overwhelming sense of shame.

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Chapter 112 Scar Man

A deathly silence pervaded the ruins.