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Chapter 326 The battle begins

The Celestial Master's speech did not last long. After saying a few words, he directly announced the start of the Luo Tian Grand Ritual.

Afterwards, the huge wooden box was carried to the center of the field, and hundreds of contestants stepped forward one by one to draw their own number plates.

Zhuge Qing casually pulled out a piece of paper, opened his palm, and there were two vermilion seal characters on it—Bing, Vermilion Bird.

The ranking is quite low.

This gave him a rare moment of leisure, allowing him to calmly observe the methods of the most outstanding young superhumans of this era.

Soon, the first match began.

Feng Baobao's opponents are the three brothers who call themselves "Little Peach Garden".

The result was predictable; without even lifting a finger, the three brothers decisively admitted defeat upon seeing that their opponent was Feng Baobao.

Next up was Zhang Chulan's episode.

This event plunged the entire venue into an eerie clamor.

Facing his opponent, Zhang Chulan, just like in the original story, used a move that could overturn the heavens.

Finally, taking advantage of the moment when his opponent was meditating and recovering, he struck him down with a swift and deadly sneak attack.

The whole process was smooth, yet... sleazy.

Shouts of "shameless!" echoed from the audience, but Zhang Chulan paid no attention. Instead, he bowed to those around him, appearing honest and simple.

Zhuge Qing couldn't help but smile as he watched this scene.

Maximize your strengths, disregard others' opinions, and focus solely on achieving your ultimate goal.

With that kind of temperament, he can be considered quite a character.

Subsequently, young masters such as Wang Ye, Hong Bin, and Feng Xingtong also made their appearances.

Wang Ye simply used Tai Chi, and his ease in manipulating Yin and Yang with every move showed a bit of the demeanor of a master.
Little Fire God Hong Bin's flames were incredibly domineering, as if they were about to ignite the air itself.

Various talismans, mechanisms, innate superpowers, and family secret techniques were showcased one after another on this field, leaving the audience thoroughly entertained.

Zhuge Qing was no exception, since in the information from Na Du Tong, these things were only briefly described.

It's not that NaDuTong doesn't want to collect them, it's just that it's simply impossible.

Because inheritance is the last line of defense for major sects and aristocratic families, forcibly collecting them is not a good choice.

If these extraordinary individuals who can fly and disappear into the earth are truly pushed to the limit, the damage they cause will be incalculable.

For this reason, the country has been in a state of helpless compromise in managing the world of superhumans for a long time.

That's why he initially chose to create armor, to prove to the higher-ups that the power of the Inhumans was not uncontrollable...

Just as his thoughts were turning, the voice from the high platform rang out again.

"Next match, Group C, Zhuque: Zhuge Qing, Zhang Meng, Liu De, Deng Youfu!"

coming.

In an instant, the clamor of the entire square seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

It was just a preliminary round, but the area around the stadium was instantly packed with people.

Almost everyone's attention was focused on those who were still competing in their respective venues, those who had finished their matches, and those who hadn't even started yet.

"Here he comes! It's finally his turn!"

"Record it quickly! This is the current successor of the Wuhou School, a genius that appears only once in a thousand years!"

"I wonder what methods he will use?"

Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Xu San, Xu Si, and others were also squeezed into the crowd, their expressions more focused than ever before.

"Sister Bao'er, look closely, this guy... might be our biggest enemy this time."

Zhang Chulan's expression was extremely serious.

And so, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhuge Qing walked to the center of the field.

There were three people standing opposite him.

A burly man, as tall as an iron tower, was shirtless, his bronze skin gleaming metallically in the sunlight.

A short man with a mohawk hairstyle and sinister eyes was playing with a black rope dart in his hand.

The last person was the refined young man with gold-rimmed glasses. He stood quietly to the side with his arms crossed, seemingly indifferent to the duel.

The burly man and the man in the mohawk exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

The two of them took a step forward, subtly encircling Zhuge Qing.

"Game start!"

The moment the words fell, the burly man named Zhang Meng let out a low roar, his muscles bulged, and his skin instantly turned dark gold, with veins as clearly visible as if they were cast from molten iron.

Shaolin's ultimate martial art, the Golden Bell Cover!

"drink!"

He stomped his foot hard, creating a shallow crater in the hard stone arena.

He charged straight at Zhuge Qing like a mad boar, with a fierce and terrifying aura.

Faced with this critical impact, Zhuge Qing didn't even lift his eyelids.

Just as the burly man's fist, as big as a clay pot, was about to touch his face, he moved.

There were no earth-shattering waves of Qi, nor any mysterious and complex techniques.

He simply slid half a step to the left, perfectly avoiding the punch, then lowered his body, slightly pulled his right shoulder back to gather strength, and then suddenly slammed forward.

Bajiquan, Iron Mountain Lean!
"Oh!"

A dull, teeth-grinding thud resounded. The fierce expression on the burly man's face froze instantly, his eyes bulging as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

The next moment, his massive body was struck head-on by a battering ram, flying backward at an even faster speed than when he charged forward, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily into the stone wall at the edge of the arena.

The stone wall was cracked, with spiderweb-like fissures spreading out. He himself was "embedded" in the wall like a painting, his head lolling to the side, completely unconscious.

The whole place was dead silent.

Everyone stared at this scene in amazement, their minds going blank.

"The Golden... Golden Bell Shield... was broken in one move?"

Someone was muttering to themselves, their voice trembling.

The Golden Bell Cover technique is renowned throughout the world of supernatural beings.

Although it sounds like a common martial art, it is actually a genuine Shaolin Guardian Divine Skill.

This skill is divided into twelve levels, progressing from the outside in. When mastered to a high level, one becomes indestructible and impervious to water and fire.

Legend has it that Bodhidharma, having reached a state of perfect enlightenment, remained unharmed despite being punched, kicked, slashed, and even poisoned by masters from all over the world.

Although the burly man Zhang Meng's external martial arts skills were far from reaching that level, his qi was refined and his muscles, bones, and skin were already thoroughly trained, making him difficult to harm with ordinary swords and knives.

He was actually knocked unconscious with a single blow?
Moreover, he was knocked unconscious by a sorcerer using pure martial arts techniques.

This completely overturned the understanding of most people present.

Wasn't the Zhuge family famous for their esoteric arts? When did their close-combat abilities become so terrifying?

However, the shock was not over yet.

Just as the entire audience was stunned by that powerful and unparalleled Iron Mountain Strike, another deadly attack was launched!
The short man with the mohawk, Liu De, had a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He didn't let this fleeting opportunity slip by. With a flick of his wrist, the black rope dart emitted a sharp whistling sound, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and aimed straight for Zhuge Qing's vital heart at a tricky angle!

The timing and the cunning of the moves were perfect!

Many spectators even instinctively gasped in surprise.

But just as the gleaming dart tip was about to pierce Zhuge Qing's body, a sudden change occurred.

Centered on Zhuge Qing, the air around him twisted without warning, forming a barely perceptible vortex that gently spun around.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the rope dart, which seemed destined to succeed, seemed to have hit an invisible wall and was forcefully bounced away.

"what?"

Liu De's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was terrified. Just as he was about to change his move and pull back the rope dart, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes.

The figure in blue, who should have been several meters away, had silently appeared in front of him at some point.

He could even see into the other person's eyes, which were as calm as an ancient well.

The next moment, Liu De felt a slight stinging pain in his neck, then everything went black and he completely lost consciousness.

Zhuge Qing withdrew his index and middle fingers, which were joined together, without even glancing at Liu De, who had collapsed to the ground, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

If the first blow was shocking, then the second blow brought a chilling cold.

In an instant, two people were killed!

You should know that none of those who can stand on this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony are nobody.

Whether it's Zhang Meng with his Golden Bell Cover or Liu De, who wields his head-throwing dart with unparalleled skill, they would be considered top-notch fighters anywhere.

But in front of Zhuge Qing, they were as vulnerable as infants.

This can only mean one thing—the two sides are simply not on the same level.

"Wow... this... is it that strong?"

Among the crowd, Zhang Chulan's face had turned somewhat pale.

The speed that Zhuge Qing just displayed was almost comparable to his full-force lightning strike.

And the fierce power contained in that Iron Mountain Lean was even more evident in his fists and feet...

The most outrageous thing is that, according to the information Xu San provided, this guy's greatest skill is actually magic...

In other words, if a mage is stronger and faster than someone who specializes in melee combat, what's the point of fighting?

Zhang Chulan felt a wave of despair, and he could only place his last hope on the last person remaining on the field.

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the bespectacled young man who hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.

Faced with the scene of the other two being instantly killed, he showed no panic or anger. Instead, he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and a slowly excited smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his hand and clapped gently.

"Crack...crack...crack..."

"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

The bespectacled man's voice was gentle and refined, yet it carried a sinister, serpentine quality.

"Only an opponent like this is worthy of being my opponent."

As he spoke, the black energy of the giant snake coiled behind him began to surge violently, then transformed into streams of black light that rushed wildly into his body.

His aura was rising at a visible speed, his original refined demeanor vanished, replaced by a beast-like oppressive force.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Zhuge Qing...

(End of this chapter)