Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 120: Master Wang's Failed Persuasion
Wait until early the next morning.

"Chu Lan, these two things are for you."

Liu Ke opened his backpack, took out two things from it and handed them to Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan took them and found that one of them was a pair of gloves, and the other was a silver European-style warhammer.

Liu Ke stretched out his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes. Then he took a deep breath and said, "The gloves I originally made for you are no longer up to date, so I made a new pair."

Zhang Chulan nodded, then asked, "Brother Ke, who are these two?"

Hearing his question, Liu Ke slapped his face fiercely. After regaining consciousness, he replied, "Gloves are for attacking."

"It can fire a wide-range sonic cannon from a distance of thirty meters. I can't say how powerful the attack is, but it can definitely cause strong interference to Taoist Wang Ye."

"Sound waves are invisible and fast. Unless his Tai Chi Cloud Hands can cover his entire body at all times, it's absolutely impossible to defend against them."

"Of course, if he uses that Qimen Dunjia, you can also try it."

Seeing Zhang Chulan nod, Liu Ke introduced Mjolnir and said, "The most basic use of this hammer is similar to the effect of your [White Thunder] ring."

"I've attached a signal receiver to it. As long as you still have the White Thunder on your hand, the hammer will automatically fly back to your hand."

"In other words, you can throw him out against the enemy."

"Also, don't be afraid that it will be controlled by Taoist Wang."

"It can get pretty 'heavy'."

Perhaps this paragraph was too long, so Liu Ke patted his forehead and said, "It's okay to put it simply. Have you seen Marvel's Thor? It's similar to that Thor's hammer."

This statement was very vivid. Zhang Chulan, who had watched pirated movies on Renren Film and Television, immediately understood how to use the hammer and said repeatedly, "Oh, I see."

As if he had thought of something, Liu Ke finally frowned and said, "If you can take down Master Wang with the sonic shock gloves, try not to use that hammer."

"To put it bluntly, I'm using that hammer to help you deal with Zhang Lingyu. If he knew how to use it in advance, he'd be on guard."

After hearing this, Zhang Chulan also let out a deep breath and said with a smile: "I understand. It may not be useful. Maybe Sister Baoer has already stopped Taoist Wang Ye."

……

At 9:30 in the morning, the Nadutong team set off for the venue.

Not long after, the Taoist priest who was in charge of informing the contestants sang loudly, "The first round of competition is about to begin. Please invite Zhang Chulan and Wang Ye to enter."

Zhang Chulan said hello to his "relatives and friends" at Nadutong, hung a hammer on his lower back, and flipped down from the ring.

After Zhang Chulan entered, the Taoist priest called out four or five times, but Taoist Master Wang Ye still did not enter.

Another six or seven minutes passed, and the Nadutong cheering group in the audience looked at each other and felt relieved.

"Wang Ye, please enter quickly!"

"The King of Wudang! Please come in immediately!"

More than ten minutes passed, and seeing that Wang Ye had not arrived yet, Taoist Master Fu De of Longhu Mountain couldn't help but call his name loudly again and again, but there was still no sign of Wang Ye.

Taoist Master Fude helplessly gave his junior fellow apprentice a look. His junior fellow apprentice understood and said loudly: "The King of Wudang is also in need."

But before he could finish his words, everyone present heard a panting sound coming from near the door of the venue.

Everyone looked again and saw that the panting sound came from none other than Taoist Master Wang Ye of Wudang.

“Ah! Ha~haah!”

"Final finish!" After eight or nine breaths, Daoist Wang Ye finally ran into the arena, panting heavily. He then plopped down on the ground, looking back as if he were looking at demons and monsters.

The person holding a shovel and chasing after him was none other than the top soldier of the North China Division of Nadutong - Feng Baobao!

Seeing that Feng Baobao was still chasing him fiercely, Taoist Wang Ye quickly freed a trembling hand, made a hand seal, and chanted under his breath: "Release! Relevant! The blinding incense, resolve!"

As he withdrew his tactics, Feng Baobao's eyes, which were covered by gray fog while she was running, became bright as if washed by a clear spring.

But she couldn't stop swinging the shovel, and with a powerful blow, she smashed it between Wang Ye's legs. The force of this "slash" was so great that even the shovel, which was infused with Qi, couldn't withstand it and broke crisply.

This blow, which nearly wiped out his entire family, frightened Wang Ye so much that he shuddered several times. He then shouted, "Still coming?! Big sister, besides burying me, is there anything else on your mind?"

"Look where we've ended up."

Liu Ke on the stage couldn't help but puff up his cheeks when watching this scene, and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Who made Feng Baobao do such a poor job?

Xu San, who was standing beside him, opened his mouth wide, his chin hanging low. Seeing that the other members of the Ten Lords were also frowning, he couldn't help but mutter, "It's over. It's over."

Xu Si laughed a few times and said, "Alright, what's the point? As long as Chu Lan can become the Heavenly Master, who cares what happens today?"

"If this hadn't happened, we would have been trying to control the negative examples of Master Zhengtian's succession."

Xu San shuddered when he heard this and asked quickly, "When did we start planning this?"

Xu Si laughed a few times, then put his arm around his brother's shoulders and said, "It was written in the Yaoxing Society's e-magazine, and it was Director Zhao who forwarded it to me."

"Okay, stop being such a wimp and watch the game."

Since the beginning of this round of competition, due to the small number of remaining players and matches, the originally large number of venues have been reduced to only two.

This means that the No. 1 and No. 2 venues currently being used for the competition have both been modified overnight.

After the modification, each venue became much larger, and the center was about forty to fifty meters away from the audience seats.

Of course, the audience was mostly Inhumans, so the distance of forty or fifty meters wouldn't significantly affect their viewing experience. While the auditory effects did deteriorate somewhat, at least the visual experience was still guaranteed.

At this moment, at the request of Taoist Wang Ye, or perhaps out of disdain for Nadutong's underhanded tactics, the Taoist priests of Mount Longhu served each of the two contestants six steamed buns made of solid flour and a dish of side dishes as 'breakfast'.

After all, most of the Taoist masters in the "referee group" still hope that Taoist Wang Ye can take the opportunity to recover his strength and eliminate Bilian.

Taoist Wang Ye ate his steamed buns and pickles one by one, and at the same time, he kept talking to Zhang Chulan in a low voice.

Due to the distance, most of the audience could not hear what the two were saying.

Finally, amidst the boos from the audience for their delay, Zhang Chulan suddenly began to eat his steamed bun. Seeing this, Wang Ye sighed and kicked him with his knee.

Just when the audience thought the fight was about to begin, Wang Ye slowly walked out of the venue.

"Wang Ye! Where are you going?"

"Zhang Chulan, what's going on with you two?"

Taoist Master Fu De, who was the referee, was also confused by the behavior of the two people.

After hearing this, Wang Ye also stopped and sighed.

He said loudly: "Brother Fude, you also saw that Zhang Chulan finished eating the steamed bun first."

"He won."

(End of this chapter)