They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 337 True Ability

This gray and still dimension is another dimension that transcends reality.

He should be the only one who can move here.

However, Zhuge Qing, who should have been frozen in time like an insect in amber at the moment of casting the spell, actually... moved.

That's not an illusion.

As Zhuge Qing made this movement, a faint yet persistent color, like ink dropped into clear water, began to spread from Zhuge Qing's body towards this lifeless, gray world.

He is coming back to life.

"I'm so glad to see you, Master Wang!"

Zhuge Qing said to Wang Ye, looking around at the peculiar scene with great interest.

His gaze swept over the dust hovering in the air, over the countless bewildered or expectant faces frozen in the audience, and finally landed on Wang Ye, who was right in front of him and whose face had completely lost its color.

"This scenery seems somewhat familiar..."

Zhuge Qing sighed softly, recalling that he had seen such a scene in another world.

"You... how is this possible?!"

Wang Ye's voice was dry and hoarse, each word sounding like it was being forced out of his throat.

He simply couldn't understand how Zhuge Qing managed to do such a thing.
Just then, he noticed that a faint, almost tangible golden halo had appeared in Zhuge Qing's deep eyes.

The light was not dazzling, yet it seemed to pierce through all the illusions of the world and reach the very source of all things.

"Is this... the Dharma of Contemplation?"

Upon witnessing this strange phenomenon, the king murmured to himself.

"That's right, human cognition always progresses along with the advancement of 'views'."

This applies not only to science, but also to the methods used by us superhumans.

Zhuge Qing nodded frankly, acknowledging Wang Ye's guess.

"impossible!"

Even if you glimpse a dimension beyond this time through some profound method of observation, it is absolutely impossible to interfere!

Because you don't exist at these coordinates, you're just a 'shadow'! How could you possibly move?!

Wang Ye immediately denied it, saying that this was the foundation of Feng Hou Qi Men and the essence of Luan Jin Tuo!
Time is the foundation of all changes, and the technique of "Luanjin Tuo" is a method that can control time.

By escaping the flow of time, one can temporarily sever all causal ties with the real world, achieving an absolute state that is unobservable and uninterrupted!
"Ha~"

"Master Wang, you are underestimating the Martial Marquis spirit behind me far too much."

Zhuge Qing chuckled softly and then explained.

Before he finished speaking, the towering phantom of Zhuge Qing silently appeared behind him.

In this gray world, His figure appears more solid than in reality, as if He belongs to this realm beyond conventional understanding.

"The public believes that my ancestor was the embodiment of 'wisdom'."

"And the so-called 'wisdom' is, in essence, the ability to understand all things."

As he spoke, Zhuge Qing slowly opened his palm, and the Martial Marquis deity behind him made the same gesture in sync.

"If you can observe, you can understand."

"If you can understand it, you can master it."

"And be able to grasp..."

Zhuge Qing's gaze suddenly sharpened, and the Qimen Dunjia pattern of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams appeared in his palm.

"...then it can intervene!"

As he uttered his last word, the ominous premonition in Wang Ye's heart instantly swelled to its extreme!

The entire gray and white world before his eyes began to shake and distort violently!
The deity who was originally just a background figure began to expand and grow wildly in his field of vision in a way that defied all spatial logic!
In an instant, the outline of the god became blurred, and Wang felt as if he had been thrown into a universe made of pure thought.

Above them was the indistinct face of a deity, and beneath their feet lay His broad, boundless palm.

On the palm of his hand, the intricate pattern of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams was slowly rotating...

"This is--!"

Wang was startled, feeling his heart and mind tremble.

The next moment, the world shattered. ...

boom--! ! !
The deafening thunder had barely reached the ears of the audience.

On the arena, the azure lightning, like a torrent bursting its banks, swept outwards from Zhuge Qing in all directions, carving out scorched furrows into the thick bluestone ground.

The violent energy stirred up a cloud of dust that instantly enveloped the entire area, obscuring the view of what was happening inside.

"What a powerful thunder technique!"

"How will Daoist Wang Ye respond now?"

"They must have used some kind of mysterious magic to block it, weren't they fighting evenly just now?"

A chorus of gasps and murmurs erupted from the audience, everyone craning their necks, eagerly anticipating what ingenious method Wang would use to defuse this devastating attack once the dust settled.

However, what they received was a calm yet bitter voice.

"It was me... who lost..."

The sound pierced through the billowing smoke and dust, reaching clearly the ears of everyone present.

At this moment, the entire arena of Longhu Mountain seemed to have been silenced.

Immediately afterwards, a mountain breeze blew by, slowly dispersing the smoke and dust on the arena.

The scene in the arena was finally revealed to everyone.

Zhuge Qing remained standing in the same spot, his robes fluttering, a faint smile on his face.

Not far from him, Wang Ye stood looking somewhat disheveled, a bitter smile on his lips, his eyes still showing lingering shock and bewilderment.

"Master Wang, you flatter me."

Zhuge Qing bowed slightly to Wang Ye and replied.

what?
what happened?
Every single person in the audience was completely stunned.

One second they were exchanging devastating attacks, how did the outcome change so quickly?

What happened in between? How did Master Wang Ye lose?

Could it be that he was hit head-on by that lightning technique?

But he doesn't look injured at all!
Countless questions swirled in everyone's minds.

On the high platform, a bird disguised as an ordinary crow wore an extremely human-like bewildered expression, its beak wide open as if it could fit an egg inside.

"What... happened just now?"

On the other side of the platform, Lu Jin's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of confusion.

With his cultivation level, he had seen all the changes that had just occurred, but all he saw was Zhuge Qing unleashing his thunder magic, followed by the smoke and dust, and then the king admitting defeat.

The crucial moment that determined the outcome seemed to have been erased out of thin air.

Wang was not a successor of Feng Hou Qi Men, so how could he have lost so inexplicably?

"..."

Zhang Zhiwei, the old master standing to the side, also frowned, but his thoughts drifted to a more distant place.

His fingers tapped the armrest unconsciously, a rare hint of worry in his eyes.

Zhuge Qing's strength has exceeded his expectations.

Even Feng Hou Qi Men was defeated...

If even Wang Ye is defeated, then what will happen to Zhang Chulan...?

In a corner of the players' rest area, Zhang Chulan's expression was even worse than if he were crying.

He stared blankly at the calm and collected figure in the arena, feeling as if his future was shrouded in darkness.

He turned his head and looked at Feng Baobao, who was taking small bites of an apple beside him, with an almost tragic gaze.

"Sister Bao'er..."

His voice trembled slightly.
"It seems... I can only rely on you now..."

Feng Baobao took a big bite of the apple with a "crunch," the crisp chewing sound particularly loud in the quiet atmosphere.

She tilted her head, glanced at Zhang Chulan's face, which was on the verge of collapse, then looked at Zhuge Qing on the field, and held out her hand, giving an OK sign.
"OK..."

(End of this chapter)