Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

"The only thing I can do to help you get to the finals is to get you as far as possible."

Feng Baobao's attitude was clear: she did not want to withdraw from the competition, and she suppressed her frustration and disappointment, thinking about Zhang Chulan's future.

She knew that once he went down the mountain, he would be close to death.

They are not as invincible as the company; they are just employees and have no way to guard against enemies lurking in the shadows at all times.

Chapter 248 Feng Shayan, the Target

The next day.

Contestants arrived at the venue one after another. The latest match list was displayed on the wall. With less than half an hour to go before the first match started, Gu Liang entered the venue early to wait.

He sat on the ground, his mind at peace, communicating with the thirty-four within his body.

"Xianhong...this competition is going to be troublesome."

The lingering voice echoed in his heart. Ma Xianhong frowned in confusion: "Why? Is it because of Zhang Lingyu, the Celestial Master's personal disciple, whom we are facing? Or is it the expert from Wuhou Village?"

"None of those. Lu Lin, ranked 12th, with your incomplete body, is no match for him at all..."

“I used my ancestors’ methods to divine your fate. Like a moth drawn to a flame, even if I forcefully intervene, it will be difficult to change the outcome. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the champion of this year’s Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.”

"..."

Ma Xianhong does not deny the possibility that this is bound to happen.

He couldn't bring most of his magical artifacts with him, and had to temporarily control a clone. It was understandable that he couldn't defeat the equally powerful younger generation, and he could accept such a defeat with equanimity.

"We can't get the Tongtian Talisman... and the Qi Body Source Flow is being watched by those two old ghosts. Are we going to make a wasted trip, senior?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as we take Feng Baobao, who is ranked 7th, this meeting will be meaningful, even more important than the other two special skills. The few people accompanying her are not enough. We will make our move after she loses the final."

Thirty-four made a choice. During the finals, he was full of concerns and dared not interfere with Lu Lin's aura, for fear of stirring up a hornet's nest and attracting the attention of the Sanyi Sect. At that time, even if he wanted to escape, he might not be able to.

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Ma Xianhong nodded to himself.

"In this match, Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei, those two old devils, are not here, so I can make my move. And coincidentally, this enemy is quite interesting."

Thirty-four's sinister words were laced with pure killing intent.

"Feng Shayan?"

Ma Xianhong narrowed his eyes slightly. He vaguely remembered that this girl came from the Tianxia Society, and her ancestors seemed to be among the possessors of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

"She is a descendant of Feng Tianyang. There were actually two traitors back then. One was Zhang Huaiyi who leaked the list, causing us to be hunted down. The other was Feng Tianyang. After obtaining the ultimate skill, because he was afraid of the mole at the time, he went ahead of Zhang Huaiyi and made a deal with the Wang family. He not only handed over the Spirit Binding and Commanding skills, but also betrayed all the secrets of others, thus causing even greater chaos."

"...And Feng Xingtong, who is ranked 8th, is also in the same category, but due to the competition format, he cannot face both siblings at the same time. He probably won't be able to get past Feng Baobao."

Ma Xianhong's killing intent was palpable, yet he held back, considering as he said, "The father of these two siblings might be present during their match. We can't openly kill them unless... you secretly intervene and cripple her?"

“That’s right. In the later matches, you should act as weak as possible. When she thinks she has the victory in her grasp, I will intervene and cripple her without her noticing. That way, I can consider it a temporary gain.”

Thirty-four always felt that without Zhang Huaiyi and Feng Tianyang causing trouble, his first half of life wouldn't have been so bumpy;

The former forced him to live a life of constant pursuit and humiliation, while the latter indirectly imprisoned him in a Qi Bureau for decades. If the two could be brought back to life, he would want to subject them to every known form of torture.

"clear."

Ma Xianhong let out a long sigh of relief, adjusting his overall state to be exceptionally natural and relaxed.

Twenty minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and Feng Shayan, with white hair and wearing a gray-brown dress, slowly walked into the arena.

Almost the instant she entered, she instinctively sensed an extremely dangerous aura. The young man facing her was unremarkable in appearance and dressed simply, as ordinary as any ordinary grocery store worker.

"Feng Shayan, Gu Liang, take your positions!"

"Game start--"

With a shout from the chubby Taoist priest, Feng Shayan cautiously stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Gu Liang, and immediately made a probing move.

"Hundred-Step Divine Fist".

She silently shouted in her heart, and a dense barrage of fist shadows fell like a rainstorm, instantly ignoring the distance in space, attacking from Gu Liang's side, head, back, chest and other positions.

"boom!"

Gu Liang feigned panic, taking several punches before being forced back several meters, his steps faltering.

This scene of clearly debunking the match drew cheers from the onlookers. They couldn't discern the truth, but from a supportive standpoint, they leaned more towards the wealthy and beautiful Feng Shayan.

Feng Zhenghao, who was watching the game, looked doubtful.

Most people would be caught off guard and suffer unexpected losses if they encountered Feng Shayan's innate ability involving spatial rules. However, in his view, with Gu Liang's abilities, it should have been possible to evade it...

"Wow!"

A gray wooden stick was taken out of Gu Liang's bosom. Originally only 20 centimeters long, it instantly stretched out to both ends, becoming half a zhang long.

The ritual implement – ​​the Ruyi staff.

It is as hard as iron and can absorb the user's Qi, multiplying the power of martial arts techniques. It is one of Ma Xianhong's many magical artifacts.

"Hoo ho ho!!!"

He swung his stick, creating a howling wind and raising dust that spread outwards, obscuring the view like a thick fog.

Feng Shayan felt a chill run through her body; an indescribable, extreme danger was rapidly approaching.

"boom!"

In the thick fog, a heavy blow came straight at her throat. The terrifying killing intent forced Feng Shayan to perform a spatial jump, her body moving like a phantom.

"This madman... did he really go that far?"

Feng Shayan's face turned pale. She was just a hair's breadth away from being hit. If she had been hit, she would have died on the spot. Thinking of this, her anger was like a dam bursting open, pouring out in torrents.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

In the instant she became enraged, three more beams of dark purple energy shot towards her like cannonballs.

"Gurgle!" The void rippled like a lake, and Feng Shayan's figure disappeared again. A fierce battle unfolded in the rolling dust and mist. Gu Liang deliberately left himself vulnerable, allowing his opponent to attack.

"boom!!"

"boom!!"

His figure was repeatedly knocked down, crashing into the wall outside the dust cloud, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, looking disheveled.

The onlookers were astonished. What had happened inside the dust and mist? Miss Feng's physical skills seemed quite formidable.

However, Feng Shayan, who was trapped in the dust and fog, was panting heavily and had already sensed the strong killing intent. She tried to break out and surrender several times, but was stopped each time.

Within the hazy dust and mist, several magical artifacts were faintly visible, occasionally restraining her.

From beginning to end, she was trapped in her opponent's scheme, fighting like a cornered beast. Even her shouts for help failed. The sound produced by the vibrations seemed to be isolated, and neither the referee nor the audience on the stage could perceive the danger she was in.

Gu Liang reappeared, his eyes chillingly cold, like a butcher watching cattle and sheep being slaughtered. Feng Shayan was so frightened that her face turned pale. In the darkness, her sixth sense told her that danger was imminent!

"Gu Liang, I give up! That's enough."

"........"

Ma Xianhong ignored it, calmly beckoning back one magical artifact after another. At the same time, she heard the voice of Thirty-Four.

"Okay, leave the rest to me."

"it is good."

Ma Xianhong's self-assured answer made Feng Shayan breathe a sigh of relief.

However, in the next instant, Thirty-Four activated the Great Luo Cave Observation, and an invisible giant hand came from nowhere, forcibly grabbing its prey.

"you?!"

Feng Shayan suddenly felt as if something was wrong with her body; her legs began to weaken, and a terrible burning sensation came from her internal organs.

The whole world seemed to turn upside down. The severe dizziness paralyzed her to the ground, her gaze unfocused and filled with fear.

Her body's energy was arbitrarily altered by Thirty-Four, and countless hallucinations followed.

Her memories were filled with bizarre and fantastical fragments, with countless eerie and terrifying images appearing in all the moments of weakness in her past life. She couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, and her brain was wracked with excruciating pain.

The remaining half of her Qi, like burning cotton wool, rapidly diminished and dissipated, causing Feng Shayan to fall into a deep coma.

As the dust and mist gradually cleared, what appeared before everyone's eyes was a scene of mutual destruction.

Gu Liang was covered in wounds and knelt on the ground with difficulty, swaying precariously. Not far away, Feng Shayan was slightly worse off and was unconscious.

"Shayan!!" Feng Zhenghao exclaimed and jumped down from the height.

Several Taoist priests responsible for treating the wounded rushed into the scene. After a preliminary examination, they found that the wounded were unharmed, but had fallen into a deep sleep, with normal breathing and heartbeat.

In the first match of the third round, Gu Liang won!

His joints and internal organs were damaged in many places, and there was blood on his mouth and clothes. His face was also pale. The medical staff quickly carried him away and bandaged him.

The entire stadium on the back mountain is arranged based on the Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram.

Contestants numbered 1-8 compete in the anode arena, while contestants numbered 9-16 compete in the cathode arena. The spectator stands in the middle are interconnected, allowing them to see both sides simultaneously.

The Celestial Master and Lu Jin were both at the Yin-Yang Arena watching the match and did not notice anything unusual.

Soon, the second match of the Anode began 15 minutes later, with Zhuge Qing, ranked 3rd, facing Wang Ye, ranked 4th.

Zhuge Qingmei had clear, bright eyes and blue hair, and wore a white robe, possessing a gentle and refined beauty.

Wang Ye had bright eyes and white teeth, and a calm demeanor, seemingly taking everything in stride.

As the two entered the venue, a group of female fans in the audience erupted in a deafening cheer, each with their own supporters.

"Everyone's ready, right? Let's have a match then." The referee announced the start.

Wang Ye made the first move, attempting to win using Tai Chi force.

A series of palm strikes, whistling out, aimed to engulf the opponent.

Unless absolutely necessary, he did not want to use his last trump card to launch a devastating attack on Zhuge Qing, who was also a sorcerer. Firstly, revealing Feng Hou would easily bring disaster, and secondly, he was afraid of severely injuring Zhuge Qing and leaving him with a trauma.

"boom!"

Wang Ye's only response was a steady and powerful Bajiquan punch.

The dense palm strikes were easily destroyed before they could form an encirclement.

Wang was also knocked back several meters, but his feet were firmly planted on the ground. His expression was slightly solemn. It was probably unrealistic to think that he could defeat Zhuge Qing with just his fists and feet.

Perhaps sensing the strength of his opponent, Zhuge Qing smiled and praised:

"You're quite something, Master Wang..."

Chapter 249 What? He can do that too!

A tingling sensation, like an electric current, emanated from Wang Ye's five fingers. In a single probing move, the difference in strength was already apparent. In terms of cultivation of 'life' and the refinement of martial arts, his opponent was far superior to him.

"......"

He quickly made a decision, preparing to win with Feng Hou's help. Before making the move, he hesitated and posed this question to his opponent:

"Zhuge Qing..."

Have you ever lost?

Although the question was unrelated to the sparring match, seeing his opponent's serious and utterly unserious expression, Zhuge Qing pondered for a moment, and a less-than-pleasant memory surfaced before his eyes. He sighed and admitted:

"have it."

"According to the schedule, I have lost to one of the players on the other side right now."

Zhuge Qing will probably never forget that afternoon of October 5, 2008, when he followed his father to Sanyi Gate to visit Zhuge Yu, the most outstanding senior in the clan in nearly a hundred years.

After that, he studied there for a while. When he felt itchy to play, he could only spar with Lu Lin, who was the youngest and the last to join the class. Even so, he couldn't gain any advantage and ended up losing so much that he was numb.

Three months, dozens of sparring matches, and defeat after defeat. Even after receiving an incredible treasure from Master Yu, he was still at a disadvantage, though the defeats were not as humiliating as before.

Upon hearing that Zhuge Qing had also suffered defeat, Wang Ye immediately felt relieved and offered his final advice:

"Zhuge Qing, we are all sorcerers, so there's no need to explain things too clearly. The crushing defeat ahead may completely negate your entire life so far. I'm giving you time to think it over; it's not too late to turn back now."

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