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Chapter 340 The Old Celestial Master Who Came to the Door

Knowledge is the accumulation of facts.

Wisdom is the ability to make correct judgments using knowledge.

His ancestor was not a deity with the power to move mountains and fill seas, but simply a wise man.

God is born from the faith of all beings.

Just as he and Wang Ye said, all he, the Martial Marquis, possessed was wisdom.

An endless stream of information surged through his consciousness. Every speck of dust, every wisp of air, and every energy that arose and died on the entire arena was transformed into the purest data, which he instantly analyzed and understood.

Feng Baobao's figure, speed, strength, and even her chaotic and unpredictable Qi have all become variables in this massive data model.

With the help of divine power, he foresaw Feng Baobao's next move.

Just then, the sword energy carried by the short knife that Feng Baobao threw had already torn through the viscous air and reached Zhuge Qing.

However, Zhuge Qing did not budge an inch.

Without warning, the ground in front of him rose up, and the soil and rocks, defying the laws of physics, wriggled and intertwined like living things, instantly forming a perfectly slanted shield.

The angle of the shield was so perfect, as if it had been calculated millions of times. When the sword energy struck it, it did not produce a deafening roar, but was smoothly guided and deflected, eventually disappearing silently into the air.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Chulan's heart sank.

He never expected that Zhuge Qing would be able to launch a counterattack under such circumstances.

On the arena, seeing that her first attack had missed, Feng Baobao started moving again. With her legs pushing off, she charged straight at Zhuge Qing like a cannonball.

Simple, direct, and without any frills.

Zhuge Qing watched her quietly; from the perspective of a deity, several figures of Feng Baobao overlapped.

That was the future calculated by his god...

The moment Feng Baobao stepped within three steps of him, the ground beneath her feet silently cracked open.

It didn't shatter; instead, it parted smoothly to both sides like a zipper, revealing a bottomless, pitch-black crack.

Feng Baobao's fighting instincts transcended her thoughts. In the instant of falling, she forcibly twisted her body, exerted force from her waist and abdomen, and transformed her vertical descent into a horizontal flight, attempting to leap over the crevice.

However, the point where she leaped was precisely the dead end of this situation.

"shock."

Zhuge Qing silently recited this in his heart.

The character "震" (Zhen) in the Bagua runes beneath his feet shone brightly, and a thick bolt of purple lightning formed an electric net out of thin air, descending upon him.

“巽”.

The character "巽" lit up, and countless sharp, knife-like blades of energy converged from all directions, emitting a sharp whistling sound and sealing off all angles of evasion.

"Leave."

The character "离" (li, meaning separation) was lit up last, and raging flames transformed into a fire dragon, roaring as it shot into the sky from the crack below, heading straight for her suspended body.

Thunder, wind, and fire—three completely different techniques—simultaneously and from three different dimensions precisely locked onto Feng Baobao.

This is the inevitable result of computing power that surpasses human intelligence...

With nowhere to grab hold of, Feng Baobao, suspended in mid-air, could only curl up her body and unleash her pure innate Qi without reservation, forming a primordial protective shield.

boom--!
At the center where the three forces converged, a blinding light and a deafening roar erupted.

Feng Baobao's protective aura fluctuated violently and was eventually torn apart. She was slammed down by the violent energy and fell into the crevice.

Before Feng Baobao could recover from the shock, the cracked ground began to writhe, like a living swamp, and quickly closed up.

The hard rock turned into mud, swallowing, enveloping, and squeezing her body inch by inch.

Feng Baobao struggled desperately, but at this moment it felt like she was stuck in cotton, with nowhere to put her grip.

Finally, the ground closed completely and returned to its flat state, leaving only Feng Baobao's head sticking out, blinking her eyes in confusion.

She struggled for a moment, only to find that her body was firmly restrained.

Then, a thought popped into her head, and she remembered a scene from a comic book. She began to circulate the Qi within her body, trying to shoot it out from below and use the reaction force to soar into the sky.

However, the moment that pure innate Qi left the body, it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

The Bagua runes flowing on the arena floor shone even brighter.

"Don't waste your efforts."

"Your innate Qi, though pure, is precisely because it is unrefined, making it the easiest to absorb," Zhuge Qing's voice explained.

Feng Baobao is strong, but not difficult to deal with...

Feng Baobao blinked; she could sense that she really couldn't move for the time being.

The referee from Longhu Mountain stepped forward, checked Feng Baobao's condition, and after confirming that she had completely lost the ability to resist, raised his hand high.

"The victor is Zhuge Qing!"

The audience was silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause and gasps of amazement.

"The younger generation surpasses the older generation... This generation of the Wuhou School has produced an extraordinary figure."

At the Ten Elders' Seat, Lu Jin stroked his beard and sighed. He had seen many sorcerers, but this was the first time he had ever seen one so powerful.

Others nodded in agreement.

Only Zhang Zhiwei, sitting upright in the center, had a moment of gloom on his usually calm face.

……

In the next match, Zhang Chulan will face off against Zhang Lingyu.

The atmosphere became subtle when the two stepped into the ring.

But when the battle began, the scene was completely unexpected.

Zhang Lingyu's attacks were fluid and graceful, his Golden Light Mantra was concise and powerful, and his lightning magic was incredibly swift and unparalleled; every move was a textbook example.

However, Zhang Chulan always managed to dodge in a disheveled yet effective way, and even found an opening to counterattack.

Those with discerning eyes gradually realized that something was amiss.

Zhang Lingyu's attacks, though seemingly fierce, always lacked a bit of killing intent at the most crucial moment.

He seemed to be forcing Zhang Chulan to use his full strength.

Zhang Chulan sensed this as well and decided to stop holding back, unleashing Yang Wu Lei to begin a direct attack against Zhang Lingyu.

Blue and black, two completely opposite lightning techniques, collided violently in the center of the arena, unleashing an unprecedentedly terrifying energy.

Zhang Chulan's direct confrontation with Zhang Lingyu completely overturned the audience's impression of Zhang Chulan.

It turns out that this seemingly despicable guy actually possesses such astonishing strength!
Just as everyone's opinion of Zhang Chulan was about to change, an unexpected change occurred.

At the center of the lightning collision, Zhang Lingyu's body suddenly stiffened, his face turned deathly pale, he bent over abruptly, curled up in pain, and collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

The lingering lightning then dissipated.

There was dead silence.

The referee was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly went forward to check, finally standing up and announcing with a sense of helplessness:

"Zhang Lingyu... has forfeited due to food poisoning and feeling unwell! The winner of this match is Zhang Chulan!"

After a brief silence came a volcanic outburst.

"A cover-up!!!"

"Bullshit! You got a stomachache?!"

"Do you think we're fools?! Refund!"

Angry roars, hisses, and curses surged into a torrent, nearly threatening to overturn the entire venue. Countless objects were thrown onto the ring.

Zhang Chulan stood expressionless amidst the boos and trash.

He glanced down at Zhang Lingyu, who was groaning in pain on the ground, then looked up at the clerk on the high platform, whose expression remained unchanged.

His expression became quite complicated...

In order to help him win, was this advisor even willing to drug his own apprentice?
He did not revel in the joy of victory, nor did he heed the anger of the audience. He simply turned around silently and walked off the ring alone amidst a chorus of curses.

Watching Zhang Chulan's retreating figure, Zhang Zhiwei on the high platform finally relaxed his tense shoulders a little and let out a barely audible breath.

Although this is somewhat cruel to Lingyu, it is a necessary sacrifice for the sake of the greater good.

In other words, only the final hurdle remains...

Thinking this, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Zhuge Qing on the other side...

(End of this chapter)