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Chapter 331 Binding Spirits and Sending Generals
After a short rest.

The second round of competition began in full swing.

On the huge screen hanging high above, the match list is updated continuously, and the first match to catch the eye is the duel between the Jia Baihu group.

"Zhang Lingyu, yes, Lu Linglong!"

The young master of the Celestial Master's Mansion has come up with a match for the daughter of the Lu family.

Lu Linglong was dressed in an elegant training outfit, which made her figure look even more slender. But as soon as she appeared, the aura of Quanzhen Neidan Method emanated from her.

This method emphasizes the balance of Yin and Yang, fusing the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit into one furnace to refine the golden elixir.

Lu Linglong's alchemy skills were clearly quite advanced. Her moves appeared gentle, yet they contained immense power. Each punch was accompanied by a muffled whistling sound, directly targeting her opponent.

Unfortunately, she encountered Zhang Lingyu.

Faced with Lu Linglong's powerful attack, Zhang Lingyu remained unmoved, the golden light of the spell flowing around him, condensing into something almost tangible.

No matter how hard Lu Linglong's fist struck the light screen, it only stirred up ripples before being completely neutralized.

After a few rounds, Zhang Lingyu directly asked Lu Linglong to surrender.

However, Lu Linglong said she hoped Zhang Lingyu would give it her all. She was not here to compete or lose, but to test what she had learned.

Zhang Lingyu nodded upon hearing this. Since the other party had said so, there was no need for him to hold back.

He then raised his right hand, and a thin wisp of black lightning suddenly lit up in his palm, emitting a soft "sizzling" sound.

"as you wish."

Before the words were even finished, lightning surged forth!
A blinding bolt of lightning shot out from his hand, instantly piercing the distance between the two at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive.

Lu Linglong's pupils contracted sharply. She only had time to cross her arms to protect herself before she was completely engulfed by the violent black lightning.

When the lightning subsided, she was lying on the ground, her body charred black, and unconscious.

Kill instantly with one move.

Seeing this, Lu Jin, who had been watching the battle with a smile on his face, instantly darkened. A terrifying pressure rose from his body, making the surrounding air thicken. He abruptly turned his head, staring intently at Zhang Zhiwei beside him, his voice filled with suppressed anger:

"Zhang Zhiwei! Is this the good disciple you taught? He hit a young girl so hard, doesn't he know the difference between a good and a bad person?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately felt guilty and quite helpless. His apprentice really didn't understand human relationships at all.

Even though it was the little girl's request, we still have to hold back...

Off the field, the second match has already begun.

In the Yi Xuanwu group, Feng Xingtong will face off against Xiao Huoshen Hong Bin.

This match ended even faster than the last one.

Although Feng Xingtong is the inheritor of the Eight Extraordinary Skills "Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals", the spirits he can control are too weak.

Moreover, Hong Bin is the type who is extremely skilled in direct combat.

After only a few rounds of combat, Feng Xingtong was blasted out of the arena by the fierce flames and suffered a humiliating defeat.

Two consecutive battles with no suspense left the atmosphere in the audience somewhat subdued.

It wasn't until the third match, when the list of Geng Qinglong's team was revealed, that the atmosphere in the arena was reignited, albeit with a strange heat that was a mixture of mockery and sympathy.

"The Wuhou faction, Zhuge Qing, yes, the Wang family, Wang Bing!"

"puff."

Someone couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then the entire venue was filled with shaking heads and sighs.

"Is there even a need to fight? That spoiled brat from the Wang family is just easy prey for a monster like Zhuge Qing, isn't he?"

"Poor Wang Bing, he's probably going to be killed in one move."

Feeling the almost pitying gazes directed at him from all directions, Wang Bing's face turned pale and then red.

He stood in the middle of the room, listening to the suppressed murmurs; every word felt like a needle piercing his eardrums.

Anger surged in his chest, almost burning away his reason.

But he immediately laughed again.

Laugh all you want! You bunch of ignorant fools!

Wait a minute, wait until I trample that arrogant Zhuge Qing under my feet and take possession of his powerful "spirit", then let's see if you can still laugh!

According to his grandfather, the art of summoning spirits and commanding generals is the only witchcraft among the Eight Extraordinary Skills, possessing absolute and unreasonable control over "spirits"!
Even immortals who have cultivated in the deep mountains of Northeast China for hundreds of years cannot escape being controlled once they are targeted.

"Game start!"

The referee's voice was like a starting gun.

The moment the voice fell, a greedy glint flashed in Wang Bing's eyes. He suddenly stretched out his right hand towards Zhuge Qing, his five fingers spread, making a grasping motion.

"Not yet!"

An invisible magical force surged forth, transforming into an unseen giant hand that reached straight for Zhuge Qing's body, with a clear target—the Martial Marquis spirit lurking within him!
"Um?!"

However, the expected sensation of the spirit being forcibly detached did not occur.

Wang Bing felt as if his power had been plunged into a bottomless quagmire. No matter how much he urged it or how much effort he put in, the power sank to the bottom of the sea without any reaction.

Zhuge Qing remained standing quietly in place, not even moving the hem of his clothes, but a look of amusement appeared on his face.

"Why?!"

Wang Bing's smile froze, replaced by utter disbelief.

"Impossible! Increase the pressure! Get him here!"

He frantically activated the Qi within his body, and the invisible pulling force suddenly increased several times over.

"So that's how it is... Is this what they mean by 'binding spirits and commanding generals'?"

Zhuge Qing finally spoke, his tone as relaxed as if he were commenting on a dish.

He could clearly sense a strange pulling force acting on his body, trying to forcibly pull something out.

A very interesting tactic.

The body is the vessel of the soul, and there is a special connection between the soul and the vessel.

It's like a kite and its string.

So-called shamans or other spiritual entities are "kites" without a physical body as their anchor.

Therefore, a wizard can forcibly tie their own "string" to this kite through their own means. And this should be the basis for the establishment of the spirit-binding and commanding system... using their own "qi" as the string to capture and control those ownerless "kites".

Unfortunately, Wang chose the wrong target.

This Martial Marquis deity is not a wandering ghost summoned from the outside world, but a deity formed by collecting and integrating the faith power directed towards him.

This connection cannot be severed by Wang Bing's cultivation alone.

Rather, the fact that Wang Bing's meager cultivation level could cause even the Martial Marquis deity to tremble is enough to prove the weight of the name "Eight Extraordinary Skills".

At this point in his thoughts, the interest in Zhuge Qing's eyes turned into indifference.

The game is over.

The next moment, he moved.

Without any complicated spells or earth-shattering aura, he simply took a step forward.

This step seemed to transcend the distance of space, instantly appearing in front of Wang Bing, followed by a slap.

Wang Bing's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints. Before he could even react, he saw a hand growing larger and larger in front of him.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, resounding slap echoed like a thunderclap in the otherwise silent arena.

Zhuge Qing raised his hand and slapped Wang Bing cleanly, sending him spinning twice before he collapsed to the ground.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause at that moment.

On the high platform, Lu Jin's teacup, which she had just picked up, stopped in mid-air, her eyes wide open.

Seeing this familiar scene, he subconsciously touched his face...

The audience members shook their heads; the result was pretty much what they had expected.

Wang Bing fell to the ground, his mind went blank, his ears were ringing, and the world spun around him.

The burning pain on my face was nothing compared to the earth-shattering humiliation that exploded from the depths of my heart.

He... got beaten up?

It wasn't a defeat in a fierce magical duel, nor an exhaustion after a dazzling exchange of attacks and defenses, but rather like a street thug, being slapped to the ground.

That arrogant confidence, that absolute trust in the Eight Extraordinary Skills, shattered into nothingness with that crisp sound.

A drop of scalding liquid slid down from the corner of his eye, mixing with the dust on the ground and leaving a dirty trail.

Then came the second drop, the third drop...

Wang Bing's distorted face completely collapsed. He scrambled to his feet, his face covered in snot and tears, and pointed at Zhuge Qing, who remained expressionless, letting out a wailing that sounded inhuman.

"Waaaaah! Grandpa! Kill him! Kill him for me!"

The cry made the entire audience frown. In a martial arts competition, victory or defeat depends on skill; to call one's parents when you lose—this Wang family member is utterly shameless.

Before the words were even finished, a figure leaped down from the high platform like an eagle!
Wang Ai's face turned ashen. He jumped off the platform, which was dozens of meters high, and landed heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seeing his powerful backer arrive, Wang Bing's tearful expression instantly transformed into wild joy. He struggled to crawl towards his grandfather, crying out:
"Grandpa! You're here! Quick! Avenge me! Kill this guy..."

"Snapped!"

Another resounding slap.

But this time, it was Wang Ai who made the move.

Wang Bing was completely stunned. He covered his other cheek, looking at his grandfather with disbelief and confusion.

His grandfather... actually hit him?! His grandfather, who had always doted on him since he was a child, actually hit him?!

Wang Ai didn't even look at him. She grabbed his collar, dragged him up from the ground, and forced his head to bow deeply to Zhuge Qing.

“Young friend Zhuge, my son Sun is unruly and speaks wildly. I hope you will be magnanimous and not take offense at him.”

I'm here to apologize to you!

Wang Ai's voice trembled slightly, her posture extremely humble, even downright modest.

The entire audience was stunned by what they saw.

Lu Jin, Zhang Zhiwei, and Lü Ci on the high platform looked at each other in bewilderment.

Especially Lü Ci, who knew best how protective his old friend was of his own, and how much he doted on Wang Bing, his only grandson.

Even if the other party is a descendant of the Zhuge family and has extraordinary talent, he is still just a junior. Why should Wang Ai lower his posture so much?
This doesn't make sense.

Compared to the astonishment of others, Wang Ai's heart was in turmoil, feeling utterly cold.

He is afraid!

Because of their methods, the Wang family excels in intelligence gathering, and one of his descendants is an insider who obtains information.

Combining clues from various sources, he pieced together a horrifying guess.

This Zhuge Qing is far more than just a successor of the Wuhou School!
This stupid grandson of mine actually tried to seize the "spirit" of such a person in public, and even clamored to kill him...

This is not just being ignorant of one's own limitations; it's pushing the entire Wang family into a fire pit!

Zhuge Qing watched this dramatic scene unfold with a calm expression.

Given Wang Ai's status, he should know some inside information about Na Du Tong. With some clues, it's not impossible to deduce his identity.

However, since the other party had already made such a gesture, he naturally didn't need to argue with Wang Bing.

He nodded and said calmly, "Old Master Wang, you flatter me."

Then he stepped forward and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Some things are better left unsaid."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ai's body jolted violently, and cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

The kid's words confirmed his guess, meaning that the world of supernatural beings is really about to change.
"Thank you, young friend, thank you, young friend..."

Wang Ai nodded repeatedly, finally feeling a huge weight lifted from her heart.

And so, the farcical competition came to an abrupt end.

Wang Bing, looking utterly dejected, was dragged away from the arena by Wang Ai, slinking off in disgrace.

He couldn't understand why this was happening. His face burned with pain, and all he felt was resentment and confusion...

(End of this chapter)