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Yang Yi found a stone step at the edge of the venue, sat down, casually cut off a piece, and handed it to the serious-looking Ahoge King next to him.

"Try it."

Da Mao Wang accepted the watermelon with a serious expression, but looked at it with some helplessness, not knowing how to start eating it.

Yang Yi cut off another piece and suddenly felt a figure appear beside him.

Feng Baobao had appeared beside him at some point, her bright eyes fixed on the huge watermelon, her mouth practically watering.

"The watermelon smells so good, I want to have a bite too."

Yang Yi smiled and handed her a large piece.

Feng Baobao took the watermelon without hesitation, buried her face in it, and began to eat it in large bites. Juice dripped down her chin, but she didn't seem to care at all.

The three of them sat at the edge of the field, leisurely eating watermelon, as if they were in a summer courtyard rather than a tense competition arena.

The ahoge-haired queen sat upright, taking small bites of watermelon, her golden ahoge swaying slightly with her movements, creating a surprisingly harmonious scene.

Feng Baobao, her mouth full of juice, exclaimed indistinctly, "Wow! This melon is really delicious! Much better than anything I've ever had before!"

The referee in charge of the field stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on the absurd scenes all over the field.

Two Yang Gods were chasing and fighting in the center of the field; a blonde girl wearing futuristic armor was eating watermelon gracefully; a little girl was wolfing down her food; they didn't seem to be there for a competition, but rather for a spring outing.

His lips twitched violently; he felt his career had been insulted like never before.

Finally, when the poor referee could no longer bear it, Huang Ming shouted, "I surrender! Senior brother, stop hitting me! I surrender!"

"Uh... Yang Yi wins this match!" The referee announced the result of the match with a black line on his face.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yi slowly finished the last bite of watermelon, and with a casual wave of his hand, the remaining watermelon rind disappeared into thin air.

Da Mao Wang put down the melon rind in his hand, stood up, and gave Yang Yi a standard knightly salute.

"My mission is accomplished. Farewell, Master. Remember to call me next time you need anything."

Then her figure turned into golden specks of light and disappeared into the air.

Yang Yi clapped his hands, signaling Feng Baobao to go back first, then put his hands in his pockets and slowly left the "8" field.

All eyes followed his retreating figure, and the air was filled with awe and reverence.

On the high platform, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes.

He stared at Yang Yi's departing figure, glanced at the two Quanzhen Yang Gods who were still chasing after him, his brows furrowed slightly, and a look of helplessness and contemplation flashed in his eyes.

"This kid..."

The old Celestial Master stroked his beard, his emotions churning.

Tennis racket? Hand grenade? Summoning heroic spirits?

These abilities, which are out of step with the traditional world of supernatural beings, have demonstrated astonishing power.

If these moves are based on his exquisite control of Qi, then this child is probably no weaker than I was in my youth! I'm afraid this year's Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is going to be completely chaotic.

The audience erupted in discussion. Yang Yi's performance completely ignited the crowd, with speculation and exclamations filling the air.

"What do you think he'll use next?"

"Could it be an even more powerful anime character? I bet he can summon superheroes!"

"I think he'll definitely use the Xingyi Rocket!"

"I'm going to become an apprentice. Anyone want to go with me?"

"I'm going too, for my beloved Nami-chan!"

"Count me in, for my beloved Tsunade-chan!"

"Me too, me too, for my beloved big mom!"

"Huh?? Something's not right with you!"

"No! Listen to me, Big Mom was very beautiful when she was young, and she also..."

"Hey, don't run away! Let me finish! Big Mom is really great! And Mrs. Eight Feet is great too!"

This young, eccentric individual is enthusiastically promoting his favorite character, only to find that the people around him are looking at him more and more strangely.

Chapter 190 Magnetic Field Thunder Magic vs. Little Fire God

After Yang Yi finished his match in an unimaginable way, Zhang Chulan's match began, and all eyes turned to the first group of matches where Zhang Chulan was competing.

The atmosphere on Yang Yi's side was completely different; from the moment the referee announced the start, an undeniable tension ignited.

Hong Bin, the outstanding young talent of the Huode Sect, known as the "Little Fire God," leaped into the arena, his entire body engulfed in crimson flames, the heat wave forcing the audience to retreat.

His sharp eyes swept over Zhang Chulan, then his gaze narrowed.

He sensed the violent power within Zhang Chulan's body. Although he didn't believe anyone could surpass their Huode Sect in terms of ferocity, he still acknowledged Zhang Chulan's power.

"You're Zhang Chulan? The one who inherits the 'Qi Body Source Flow'?" Hong Bin sneered, his tone arrogant.

"I've long admired your reputation! Meeting you today, you are indeed impressive! However, there is still quite a gap between us!"

The Little Fire God deliberately displayed a contemptuous expression in an attempt to provoke Zhang Chulan and distract him.

As soon as the referee announced the start, Hong Bin couldn't wait to make his move, his fingertips turning red.

"A pillar of fire!"

With a fierce shout, two crimson fire serpent pillars shot out from his palms, distorting the surrounding air and blasting towards Zhang Chulan with intense heat.

The attack was so powerful that even the spectators outside the stadium could feel a wave of heat on their faces.

Upon seeing this, the other two opponents in the same group, Hu Lin and Wang Ergou, turned pale and hurriedly circulated their Qi to defend themselves and retreated, clearly unwilling to get involved in this attack targeting Zhang Chulan.

"That's ruthless, going all out right from the start," Hu Lin murmured.

Despite the roaring fire serpents, Zhang Chulan remained unusually calm, as if he were not facing two enormous pillars of fire.

Then he lightly touched the ground with his toes and shifted his body slightly, dodging the attack of the fire pillar just as it was about to touch him.

Although the Little God of Fire's attacks are powerful, they are not very maneuverable; he cannot control the fire pillars he has already unleashed.

The pillar of fire exploded beside Zhang Chulan, creating a heat wave, but it didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Zhang Chulan raised an eyebrow slightly at Hong Bin, whose face was turning red, his eyes seeming to say, "Nothing special."

Realizing that his attack was not only ineffective but also a blatant mockery, Hong Bin was enraged, his fists clenched so tightly that veins bulged.

"Get this lit!"

With a roar, he unleashed his full fire elemental energy. He seemed to transform into flames, the temperature of the area soared, and the stone slabs turned red and softened.

"Explosive Bomb!"

Hong Bin pushed his hands forward, and a ball of high-pressure fire condensed in his palms, like a small sun, so bright that the audience had to shield their eyes.

The fireball hurtled down on Zhang Chulan at an astonishing speed, almost sealing off all escape routes, and even the air itself seemed to explode.

Faced with this fatal blow, Zhang Chulan's gaze narrowed slightly, and he stopped dodging. He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward, as if to take the attack head-on, an attack powerful enough to incinerate an ordinary person.

An uproar erupted in the audience, and many people instinctively stood up.

Just as the fireball was about to touch Zhang Chulan, crackling arcs of electricity rang out, and blue and white lightning, like pythons, burst forth from Zhang Chulan's body, coiling around him.

A force completely different from fire, yet equally violent, filled with primal wildness and destructive energy, swept across the entire area.

"That's... the thunder magic of the Celestial Master's Mansion?" The audience erupted in commotion.

"Something's not right!" The knowledgeable and experienced man frowned in shock.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion's Yang Five Thunder Techniques are extremely powerful and pure, possessing a vast and untamed aura. This Chu Lan's thunder technique... is so violent and wild! It's not the orthodox Daoist style!"

Xu San and Xu Si stared wide-eyed at Zhang Chulan in the arena. They hadn't expected Zhang Chulan to have improved so much, a far cry from the Little White Insect he had used a month ago.

Zhuge Qing's expression was solemn, and his squinting eyes seemed to open slightly. Even Wang Ye's signature laziness disappeared, and he stared sharply at the blue and white lightning jumping in the arena.

The two, with their enhanced perception, vaguely sensed a significant difference between the aura of this lightning and the lightning magic of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

They even felt that this was not a spell at all, but more like Zhang Chulan's body was emitting electricity!

Zhang Chulan casually raised his hand and swung it towards the incoming giant fireball. A blue-white lightning bolt shot out from his palm, the thick bolt striking the core of the fireball precisely.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, but the violent lightning, like a sharp blade piercing through tofu, instantly penetrated the loosely structured fireball!

The fireball pierced by the electric snake had its original structure broken, silently disintegrating into a sky full of sparks, like a brief fireworks display.

The electric snake continued its relentless, undiminished force as it lashed towards the stunned Hong Bin.

"Impossible!" Hong Bin roared, hurriedly gathering protective Qi flames.

However, his Qi Flame appeared utterly ridiculous in the face of the lightning serpent, which tore it apart and shattered the moment it touched him. A violent current surged into his body.

Hong Bin experienced severe numbness and pain throughout his body, his hair stood on end and was smoking, he foamed at the mouth, and his body convulsed violently.

At that moment, Zhang Chulan appeared in front of him like a ghost. Without using any fancy moves, he simply raised his right fist and thrust it toward Hong Bin's chest with a fist wrapped in violent electricity.

“Sea Tiger Explosive Fist,” he uttered softly.

With a dull thud, Hong Bin felt as if he had been hit by a heavy truck. His eyes rolled back, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and his body flew backward at high speed, crashing into the stone railing before sliding to the ground and losing consciousness.

Zhang Chulan only used a small portion of his power because he was afraid of killing Hong Bin with one punch. He only shouted out the name of the move to increase his cool factor.

Hu Lin and Wang Ergou were terrified, their faces pale, and they shouted in unison, "I surrender!"

The two quickly raised their hands in surrender, fearing that Zhang Chulan would turn against them.

Zhang Chulan withdrew his fist, and the violent electric current gradually disappeared into his body. However, his domineering, beast-like aura became even more intense.

After receiving the news of his victory, he walked off the field with a calm expression, as if he had only done a small thing.

After a brief silence, a heated discussion broke out both inside and outside the venue.

If Yang Yi inspires a sense of unfathomable mystery and fear, then Zhang Chulan's wild and domineering lightning techniques are even more baffling to everyone.

"This isn't the Celestial Master's Mansion's thunder magic, is it? Could it be the Qi Source Flow ability?"

"This power feels so violent! It's even more explosive than the thunder magic of the Celestial Master's Mansion!"

Various speculations spread among the crowd, and the audience on Longhu Mountain began to discuss these matches. Few people even paid attention to the matches that followed.

On the high platform, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei stared at Zhang Chulan in the arena, a complex worry flashing in his eyes.