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

Zhuge Qing couldn't help but smile and said calmly, "Master Wang, your words are too arrogant. Do you think this is charity?"

"If you want to give me charity, you'd better have the means to do so."

"I appreciate your kindness for now, but let me see what you're really capable of. If you suffer a crushing defeat, so be it. If you can give me a chance to improve, then I'll have to thank you properly."

At this point, he cast a divination on the spot, and the moment he received the result, his expression became even more amused.

"However, unfortunately, Master Wang, I just cast a divination for myself, and the interpretation I received was four words—'As easy as turning one's hand.'"

"Zhuge Qing..."

Looking at his opponent's lazy and nonchalant attitude, Wang Ye's eyes narrowed slightly. Seeing that he could not persuade him, he did not waste any more words and immediately activated the Feng Hou Qi Men, an invisible magic array that instantly spread out in an area of ​​five zhang in radius.

"The character '离' (li) is composed of the radical '赤龍' (chi lian)."

Zhuge Qing gathered Qi in his palm and suddenly cast a spell, unleashing a violent stream of flames.

Wang Ye, who is on the opposite side, stands in the Xun position, which belongs to the wood element in the Five Elements. He also responds by using the "Fragrant Sandalwood Merit".

Countless wooden stakes rose from the ground, converging into one place, standing firm against the burning flames.

Does it not follow the principle of mutual generation and restraint?

Zhuge Qing wasn't too surprised; this had happened before.

To verify his guess, he immediately activated the Qimen Manifestation Technique. Two beams of blue light shot out from his eyes, and the familiar magic array at Wang Ye's feet moved freely and rotated wildly, instantly coming into view.

"call out!"

In the instant he observed, Wang also made his move. He had complete control over the space and time within the four plates. His figure disappeared in an instant, approaching Zhuge Qing in front of him, trying to issue a warning and persuade the other party to turn back.

"boom!"

However, what happened next was completely beyond Wang Ye's expectations. Just as he was about to strike the opponent's Tanzhong acupoint with his right hand, a strong and powerful hand grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Master Wang, you seem to be in a great hurry?"

"you?!"

Wang Ye's pupils contracted sharply, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Just a moment ago, the magic array beneath his feet was completely out of his control, and the ominous position had fallen to his feet.

This was the first time such a situation had occurred. He subconsciously looked over and saw an even larger magic array enveloping his array and forcibly altering the orientation within it.

Its owner, at this moment, is firmly gripping his wrist.

Fenghou Qimen!

Zhuge Qing also possesses this!

No, that's impossible...

I clearly consulted a fortune teller, so why did the result I got be completely opposite to reality?!

However, what he didn't know was that Zhuge Yu, who had extremely high skills in weapon crafting, had spent time making a standard jade ring for each disciple in the sect, specifically to prevent sorcerers from speculating on their fate.

As a junior member of the clan, Zhuge Qing received a gift when he first visited, which he now wears on the ring finger of his left hand.

With a loud "bang!", a powerful force crushed down, and Wang was blasted back by a Bajiquan punch, his face full of astonishment.

The Feng Hou Qi Men technique should belong exclusively to Wudang, yet this person not only mastered it but also became more powerful than him. What exactly is going on?

"Master Wang, isn't that enough?"

"...You won."

Faced with pressure from Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye knew that there was no point in continuing the fight, so he gave up. A sense of loss welled up in his heart, and although he quickly let it go, he still felt a little regretful.

He thought his cultivation was not weak and that he might be able to help the revered Celestial Master, but it seems that he had wasted his time.

"The winner is Zhuge Qing!!!" the referee shouted.

Chen Jinkui, who was in the audience, looked surprised.

The duel between the two sorcerers piqued his interest. As the contemporary leader of the Sorcery Sect, after watching the entire battle, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. With his keen eyesight and the information left behind by the sect, he was able to determine in just a few breaths that the two young men possessed the legendary Eight Extraordinary Techniques - Feng Hou Qi Men.

"Incredible..."

"Incredible..."

He was completely absorbed, his eyes filled with a fanatical fervor as he muttered to himself.

"Next match! Zhuge Qing versus Gu Liang. Both players, please prepare yourselves. The match will begin in one hour!"

Since a junior teammate had asked the injured contestant Gu Liang, who insisted on continuing to compete and refused to withdraw, the referee then announced the competition schedule.

This is the last match in the anode zone this morning.

The remaining three Yang-type matches are Zhang Chulan vs. Wang Bing, Feng Baobao vs. Feng Xingtong, with the winners then defeating the winners, scheduled for the afternoon.

After the sparring session, Wang Ye approached Zhuge Qing to inquire about the Feng Hou Qi Men technique, but was politely refused.

"Do not ask."

"I don't know."

"Did not say."

"Let's talk again when we have a chance."

Zhuge Qing knew what Wang Ye, who came from Wudang, wanted to ask, so he simply brushed him off with a few words and went to rest and prepare for the competition. Even though he had heard that the previous player had been injured, he still had a strange and uneasy feeling.

With more than fifty minutes to go before the start of the match, Zhuge Qing, who had nothing to do in the rest room, performed divination repeatedly, but his expression was somewhat puzzled, as each time the result was very unlucky.

"Like moths to a flame?"

"That's tough enough... Which school of martial arts expert is he?"

Zhuge Qing looked wary. As he waited anxiously, time came to an end. He went to the arena to fight and saw the player who was still bandaged. Almost instantly, his skin stung slightly, a clear sign of extreme danger.

"Gu Liang!! Are you sure your injury is alright?" A Taoist priest responsible for maintaining order during the competition asked loudly.

"..."

Ma Xianhong remained silent, only waving his right arm to indicate that it was alright.

"Alright! The match begins—"

The moment he finished speaking, Zhuge Qing, who knew the disparity in strength between the two sides, didn't even try to test them. He directly activated the Qimen Dunjia, positioned himself in an auspicious position, and unleashed his strongest move.

"The character 'Li' (离) – Spark!"

In the blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand tiny black sparks appeared out of thin air at the location where the two were facing each other.

"Boom!!!"

The fire split open, bursting forth with black flames, like a tornado crashing down, destroying the location where Ma Xianhong was standing.

"?!"

Ma Xianhong sensed danger, but before he could react, he was interrupted by a hoarse voice in his mind:

"I'll handle him! You can't handle him!"

The two energies merged, and Thirty-Four seized Ma Xianhong's body and took defensive measures. Relying on the Great Luo Cave Observation, he transformed his body into an energy field and disappeared into the real world. The traces of his physical body were erased out of thin air. He was still there, but he was not burned by the black fire.

This horrifying scene sent chills down Zhuge Qing's spine. With the Wind Back activated, he had used up about half of his Qi with a single Starfire attack, yet his opponent had easily dodged it! And vanished without a trace.

The entire audience gasped in astonishment.

"Buzz!"

Wisps of white mist gathered and materialized again, the thirty-four wielding Ruyi Cudgels, and attacked swiftly.

"call out!"

As the magic array rotated, Zhuge Qing appeared dozens of meters away as if by teleportation, barely dodging the attack. His right hand had already begun to tremble slightly. That guy's strength was far beyond his reach. In less than a few seconds, he was like a completely different person.

"......"

As Zhuge Qing took thirty-four steps and crossed the boundary of the magic array, he seized the critical moment to slow down the time in that area as much as possible, while accelerating the time in his own area.

"The character '坎' (Kan) – turbulent current!"

Using 20% ​​of his internal energy, Zhuge Qing unleashed a new technique: three high-speed water arrows pierced through the void and shot towards the Thirty-Four.

"Oh!"

The thirty-fourth person was affected, and his movements were noticeably halted, but he managed to raise his right hand in time. The brown scale artifact tied to his wrist suddenly emitted a burst of eerie light, and the spherical defensive barrier was perfectly deployed.

"boom!!!"

The water surged and crashed, shattering the barrier. Zhuge Qing, his energy depleted, felt weak in the legs and his face turned deathly pale as he stared in disbelief at the figure emerging from the mist.

Gu Liang is safe and sound.

"I...I give up."

Zhuge Qing waved to the referee, having to admit that his opponent was far superior to him.

"it is good."

"Match Three! Katsutoshi Kora!!!"

With noon approaching, the third round of the competition came to an end.

Zhang Chulan, sitting in the audience, was no longer as frivolous as before. He clenched his fists tightly, feeling a deep unease. He had watched all three matches that morning, whether it was Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, or Gu Liang.

These ridiculously powerful individuals made it a pipe dream for him, who had only been training intermittently for ten years, to think he could win and temporarily bridge the gap between them.

"It's nothing."

"Don't be afraid."

"I buried him for you."

As always, Feng Baobao said that she had to do something.

Meanwhile, Wang Ai and Lü Ci, far away on the opposite side, were overjoyed. The surprise brought by Gu Liang, this dark horse, far exceeded their expectations.

Chapter 250 An unexpected surprise

The afternoon matches proceeded as scheduled.

The Celestial Master came over to watch from this side of the competition area. Zhang Chulan's opponent was Wang Bing, the third-generation direct descendant of the Wang family. Under Wang Ai's strict and almost perverse training over the years, he had a gloomy and fierce personality.

Before the match, he received Wang Ai's secret support, who temporarily entrusted him with the soul of a Wang family ancestor and instructed him to attack Zhang Chulan with all his might, inflicting as severe injuries as possible, so as not to give him any chance to catch his breath in the following matches.

A raging shadow appeared out of nowhere, wielding a large, jet-black mace, exuding a dense aura of malevolence with every move it made.

"Zi la la!"

Trapped in a desperate situation, Zhang Chulan's adrenaline surged, and he dared not hold back any longer. He unleashed all his potential, and a white-hot palm lightning burst forth in an instant, thus beginning a fierce battle with Wang Bing.

"Boom!"

This match lasted nearly twenty minutes and was high-energy throughout.

Wang Jiaqiang's soul, which was imprisoned in the world, was exceptionally powerful. In his previous life, he was a renowned master, and he was born in a chaotic era. Even though he was defeated and killed by the Quanxing demons of that time, his remaining combat experience was far beyond what Zhang Chulan, a junior, could match.

Its moves were ruthless and concise, at one point shattering and dimming Zhang Chulan's golden light, and his left arm was almost broken, with the sound of bones cracking heard.

Wang Bing's Qi was being consumed rapidly. He could not withstand the strength of this Yin spirit. His face was bloodless, his eyes were bloodshot, and black blood kept flowing from his nostrils. His brain felt heavy and painful, as if he had a high fever. After only twenty minutes of fighting, he was so weak that he was no longer the same person he had been before.

As the fierce spirit dragged its mace towards him, the exhausted Zhang Chulan was instantly enveloped by the illusion of death. He gasped for breath, secretly gathering the Qi within his body, preparing for a desperate fight.

"boom!"

Just then, Wang Bing, who was standing in the distance, couldn't hold on any longer and fell straight to the ground. The evil spirit disappeared in an instant, turning into wisps of black mist that flew back into his body.

Zhang Chulan, who had narrowly escaped death, had a pounding heart and his pupils dilated and contracted intermittently, clearly indicating that he had been quite frightened.

"The winner is Zhang Chulan!!!" the referee announced loudly, and the entire audience was stunned. They never expected that this frivolous kid could defeat Wang Bing, who came from a prestigious family.

Wang Ai, watching from the stands some distance away, was deeply disturbed by the scene. She gripped her cane tightly with her right hand and muttered curses under her breath:

"waste!"

"a shame!"

“Fatty... that’s still your grandson. To have done this much is already quite good.”

Lu Ci offered words of comfort, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said:

"Even with the golden light protecting him, Zhang Chulan's arm must have felt terrible taking that blow head-on. Even if it didn't cripple him, it should have been broken. Besides, he's exhausted his Qi and only has one night to rest. Do you think he can win tomorrow?"

"Hmph! These remnants will fall into my hands sooner or later."