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Chapter 334 Zhuge Qing VS Wang Ye
The next day

The morning mist atop Longhu Mountain had not yet completely dissipated, and light pierced through the thin mist, illuminating the training ground and giving the bluestone slabs a pale gold sheen.

By the time the round of 16 came up, the opinions in the audience had become clearly divided.

The vast majority of viewers have reached a consensus that the champion of this year's Luo Tian Grand Ceremony will be one of only two candidates—Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing.

As for Zhang Chulan, he gained another level of "consensus"—this kid is truly shameless.

When the referee from Longhu Mountain stepped onto the arena, cleared his throat, and announced with a strange expression that Zhang Chulan's opponent was unable to participate due to "acute gastrointestinal discomfort, vomiting and diarrhea," the entire martial arts arena fell into a moment of silence, followed by a deafening roar of boos and discussions.

"Diarrhea? What a joke! We all possess innate Qi, which strengthens our foundation and nourishes our vitality. Let alone diarrhea, we rarely even sneeze all year round!"

"If there's nothing fishy going on here, I'll twist my head off and use it as a football!"

"It's that kid again. He was acting all mysterious last round, but this round he just knocked someone out of the arena!"

The discussions rose and fell, filled with disdain and speculation.

The superhuman's physique far surpasses that of ordinary people, and at this crucial moment, withdrawing from the competition for such a "painful" reason makes it hard for anyone to believe that this is just a coincidence.

The referee, a Taoist priest, standing on the platform, twitched his face, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Looking at Zhang Chulan below the stage, who had an innocent expression and even a hint of "regret," he felt a mix of emotions.

The Luo Tian Grand Ritual has been passed down to this day. Who would have thought that someone would use such underhanded tactics?
Unfortunately, the rules don't specify that contestants must undergo a full physical examination before the competition to prevent poisoning or drugging.

He could only grit his teeth and, amidst a chorus of boos, reluctantly announce in a tone almost like someone constipated:
"Zhang Chulan wins this match without a fight!"

The boos grew louder as soon as he finished speaking.

Zhang Chulan, however, seemed detached from the matter. He cupped his hands in greeting to the referee, a perfectly timed smile on his face, a smile that conveyed both a sense of relief and a touch of helplessness.

He turned around, facing the deafening wave of mockery, and strolled leisurely back to the stands.

"Sister Bao'er,"

He plopped down next to Feng Baobao, who was engrossed in eating a cucumber, oblivious to the noise around her.
"Have Third Brother and Fourth Brother not arrived yet?"

Feng Baobao snapped a piece of cucumber in half with a "crunch," chewed expressionlessly, and mumbled her reply:

"The higher-ups said there's an operation that requires their cooperation."

She swallowed what was in her mouth before continuing:

"Your mission is to win the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. Don't worry about anything else. That's what they say."

"Is that so?"

Zhang Chulan's smile faded, and his eyes became slightly more profound.

An operation that requires the cooperation of Xu San and Xu Si—what else could it be at this point in time?
It seems those lunatics from Quanxing really have arrived.

Old Master Lu Jin threw the Heavenly Talisman, the fragrant bait, into the water, and sure enough, he caught a big fish...

However, if he were from the Quanxing sect, he would probably choose to make his move after the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony ends...

As thoughts raced, the atmosphere at the scene was unexpectedly ignited again, and a wave of noise even more intense than the previous boos rose into the sky.

Zhang Chulan looked up and saw a white figure gracefully appear.

It was his junior uncle, Zhang Lingyu.

He was still dressed in a snow-white Taoist robe, with an upright posture and handsome face. He walked with an air of otherworldly aloofness, as if he were an immortal who had mistakenly entered the mortal world.

His opponent was no ordinary opponent either.

The man wore a strange mask, obscuring his features; he was none other than "Yun" from the Lu family troupe.

In "Yun's" hand, he held an ancient-looking ruler called the "Heavenly Measuring Ruler." As soon as the gong sounded to signal the start of the competition, he moved.

The ruler seemed to come alive in his hands, each swing accompanied by a sharp, whistling sound as it cut through the air. The ruler cast multiple shadows at tricky angles, demonstrating his masterful mastery of the art of transforming objects.

In an instant, countless sword shadows enveloped Zhang Lingyu, and the attacks surged like a tide, subtly pressuring Zhang Lingyu in the fight.

Gasps of surprise rose and fell from the stands, all taken aback by the sheer power of "Yun".

Zhang Chulan's gaze also became focused.

He could tell that this "cloud" was extremely powerful; its speed, strength, and skill in using techniques were all far beyond those of an ordinary master.

However, Zhang Lingyu's expression remained unchanged in the face of such a fierce and relentless attack.

His footwork was steady, and his golden light spell was so condensed that it blocked all the attacks.

He was like a rock in the eye of a storm, standing firm and unmoved no matter how the waves crashed against him.

Finally, just as "Yun's" offensive was losing momentum, Zhang Lingyu made his move.

He made no unnecessary movements, simply raising his right hand slowly. The temperature in the air seemed to plummet, and a chilling, domineering, and destructive aura instantly filled the air.

Black arcs of electricity gathered and leaped in his palm, emitting a soft "sizzling" sound. The sound wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

Palm Thunder...

The moment that extremely refined black lightning appeared in Zhang Lingyu's palm, the outcome was already decided.

The black light flashed and disappeared in an instant. All of Yun's attacks vanished instantly. He was hit hard and flew backward, crashing heavily off the stage. The measuring ruler in his hand also fell to the ground with a clatter.

one move.

Another clean and efficient move.

The entire hall fell silent, then erupted in even more enthusiastic cheers.

Zhang Chulan watched all this silently, and that familiar sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart once again.

The gap between him and his junior uncle is still enormous.

But for some reason, this time, that sense of powerlessness was mixed with a different kind of emotion.

The gap is no longer the hopeless, unreachable chasm it was at first sight.

He saw the view from the mountaintop, even though he was still panting halfway up the mountain. At least he had seen the path leading to the top.

After this amazing match, the atmosphere in the arena did not cool down, but instead reached another climax.

Because Zhuge Qing has entered the fray.

Unlike Zhang Lingyu's battle, people's impression of Zhuge Qing comes more from his fight with the "Snake Immortal" and his unfathomable cultivation.

The cheers were like waves, one higher than the next.

Amidst the uproar that nearly shook Longhu Mountain, a figure slowly emerged from the other side of the arena.

He wore a faded blue Taoist robe, his eyes were half-open and half-closed as if he were always asleep, and he walked with unhurried steps in a pair of cloth shoes.

King Ye.

He seemed to have stepped out of another world; the surrounding noise, fervor, and anticipation were irrelevant to him.

He strolled along lazily, his gaze sweeping over the bustling crowd and landing on Zhuge Qing across from him, before speaking slowly:
"Zhuge Qing, have you ever been defeated?"

(End of this chapter)