Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 817 Qin Shi Huang died before I was born. Was he a king who would never meet another king, or was he avoiding my sharp edge?
"Keep going!"

The area wasn't very big, and he was about to walk right up to me.

Wang Ye had just used all the available techniques, leaving Zhuge Qing, Zhuge Bai, and the other people present who understood Qimen Dunjia techniques completely dumbfounded.

He stood there alone, disregarding direction and season, and unleashed all the magical techniques of every attribute. Standing in one position, he demonstrated the full range of transformations and changes of Yin and Yang, the four directions, the Eight Trigrams, and the Twenty-Four Solar Terms—something even Zhuge Liang's Qimen Dunjia technique could not accomplish.

However, even so, it still couldn't stop Zhang Chulan from approaching leisurely. For a moment, no one knew who was more monstrous.

Wang Ye had heard about Tang Wenlong's fate, and he didn't want to end up like Zhang Chulan and Tang Wenlong.

"There's no other way!" Wang Ye gritted his teeth and had no choice but to use one of the highest mysteries of magic, "Chaotic Golden Clapper," in front of everyone—a technique even the current sect leader of the Magic Sect didn't know!

"what?"

"No movement at all?"

"Did Wang Ye surrender?"

A commotion arose from the crowd in the stands.

The reason was simple: Wang Ye seemed to be planning to unleash something big, but when he tried, nothing happened. Not only did no new spell appear, but all the previous spells on the field disappeared, leaving only Zhang Chulan still walking towards Wang Ye without stopping.

"Can't be suppressed? What kind of monsters are these everywhere?!"

Logically, Wang Ye's array at this point could cover a radius of 100 meters. Within this radius, he was the "King," able to control everything at will—wind speed, humidity, even time and gravity. It could be said that his surroundings constituted an independent little world.

But Zhang Chulan just walked over there.

That's one thing, let's just say Zhang Chulan is adaptable, but what about the chaotic golden clapper?
That thing can even subdue the Old Celestial Master!

Although it was only a fleeting moment, and couldn't affect anything at all, Wang Ye knew in his heart that it was because his strength was insufficient, not because his magic was ineffective.

But in less than twelve hours, from last night until now, he actually ran into two people that the Chaotic Golden Tuo couldn't control.

It's not that they can't move it, it's that they have absolutely no authority to direct it.

"No! What is that? What is it?"

The king was horrified to discover that not only could he, as the "king," not command this person in his territory, but his "territory" was also shrinking as the person approached.

“With each step Zhang Chulan takes, Wang Ye’s formation shrinks. Originally, it could cover more than the entire area, but now it can’t even cover ten meters.”

Zhuge Qing, using the Qimen Manifestation Technique—one of the advanced methods employed by sorcerers—watched the battle below and explained to his brother Zhuge Bai: "Nine meters, eight meters, seven meters..."

"Three, two, one!" Wang Ye was sweating profusely as he counted Zhang Chulan's steps and his own formation until Zhang Chulan closed within one meter of him.

"Zhang Chulan, you..."

Wang was horrified to discover that his formation was tightly bound to the surface of his skin, making it difficult to extend even an inch further.

"Old Wang, I have a question for you." Zhang Chulan was right in front of him, but instead of being angry, he patted him on the shoulder with the same determination that Wang had shown him earlier, signaling him to relax.

"Ask away." Wang Ye roughly knew what he wanted to ask. Zhang Chulan was currently being chased all over the world for some vague Qi Source Flow, and could only take refuge wherever he went. But Wang Ye had the Feng Hou Qi Men Eight Extraordinary Techniques right here, so he... "I'll ask you, why was Qin Shi Huang not around when I was born? Was it because kings didn't meet, or was he avoiding my sharp edge?"

"what?"

Wang Ye was ready to admit it, but then he heard Zhang Chulan ask... What is this thing?

"Look, Columbus only learned about America after sailing the ocean, while I knew about it in kindergarten. Zu Chongzhi spent his entire life calculating pi to seven decimal places, while I could recite twenty decimal places in elementary school. I open my eyes and it's already dawn, and close them and it's already dark. Am I the sun? Gauss and Newton were born before me. Was it because they were slow learners or because they were afraid?"

???

Wang also suspected that the Old Master might think he was insecure about facing Zhang Chulan, and that he might not keep his promise and lose to Zhang Chulan, so he put poisonous mushrooms in his dinner yesterday.

Otherwise, how could such a surreal scene have occurred? And Zhang Chulan, what organ did you use to come up with all these nonsensical questions?
At this moment, Wang couldn't help but ask himself, "Do I really live in a country that prohibits drugs? Could it be that I am actually Mexican or Burmese?"

"Answer me! Look into my eyes!" Zhang Chulan roared, his saliva splashing onto Wang Ye's face, telling him that this was not an illusion, that it was all real.

"No... Zhang Chulan, does that mean the price for gaining your strength is that your brain is fried?" Wang Ye decided that he would rather die than be humiliated. Even if you pull down my pants, I will not cooperate with you to play these messy games.

"Alright, let me ask it another way." Zhang Chulan didn't pull down Wang Ye's pants. "I need to circle the Earth once, what do you think I should do?"

"Stand still, and wait for the Earth to rotate once?" Wang Ye subconsciously replied, following the train of thought of Zhang Chulan's previous rambling words.

"Hey, that's right!" Zhang Chulan patted Wang Ye on the shoulder with a look of satisfaction. "As long as I stand still, I am the governor of the Earth, you understand?"

"I understand... I don't understand at all! Wait a minute..."

Wang was about to curse when he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

What is the length of the Earth?

Standing still?

He looked down at his body, at the Feng Hou Qi Men Formation that was tightly bound to his skin, unable to escape even a little.

Make me king?

Wang Ye always felt that only being able to drive 100 meters was a bit too small; what kind of king was that? However, he was carefree by nature and didn't take it to heart. If something happened, he'd just drive faster; it wasn't a big deal.

But now it seems that's clearly not the case.

How large can my formation be? Even with the Taoist power of the Old Celestial Master, can it cover the entire Earth? Let alone the entire Earth, can it even cover a province or a prefecture-level city?
impossible.

But what if we follow Zhang Chulan's logic? I open my eyes, the sky is bright, and wherever I go, that's my country.

So, even if we encounter a situation like today again, where our formation is forced to be unable to be activated by others, would it still affect our ability to use spells?

Or rather, magic?
Feng Hou Qi Men is a Qi Men technique that goes against common sense among sorcerers. It can manipulate the four plates at will and define time and direction at will. So why does it pursue the expansion of the array range like traditional Qi Men?
With a single thought, the Qimen Formation that was originally on the surface of his skin was completely withdrawn into Wang Ye's body. Zhuge Qing on the stands raised an eyebrow: "Wang Ye's Qimen Formation is gone."

(End of this chapter)