He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Dirty thunder.

One of the forbidden techniques of the Five Thunder Method.

Using the most polluted water vapor in the world as a catalyst, it gives birth to negative lightning that corrodes everything.

This move is Zhang Lingyu's trump card.

The gray-black fog spread across the ground, radiating outwards from Zhang Lingyu.

The water on the road began to boil.

A layer of green rust has appeared on the surface of the metal lamppost.

Even the paint on the Rolls-Royce is visibly peeling off.

"What the hell is this?"

Feng Shayan peeked out from behind the car, her face still bearing the marks of a slap.

Zhang Chulan stood in mid-air and glanced down.

The putrid smell made his nose wrinkle.

The essence of water-borne thunder is yin, dampness, coldness, and decay.

"That's sneaky."

Zhang Chulan gave a sincere evaluation.

Without wasting words, Zhang Lingyu suddenly pushed forward with both hands.

"roar!"

The gray-black mist condensed into a giant lightning serpent, wrapped in murky water vapor, crackling with electric arcs, and shot straight toward Zhang Chulan in mid-air.

The lightning snake wasn't moving fast.

However, its range is very large, covering a space of ten meters around Zhang Chulan.

There is no way to avoid it.

Even if you can move at the speed of light, as long as you are in this area, you cannot escape the contamination range of the water mine.

But Zhang Lingyu overlooked one thing.

Light has an extremely high temperature.

Zhang Chulan did not dodge.

He spread his arms, and the golden light field suddenly expanded to fifteen meters.

The primordial energy of the Golden Light Mantra and the physical light energy of the Glitter Fruit were released simultaneously, forming a spherical high-temperature light field around him.

How high is the temperature?

The gray-black mist emitted a sharp hissing sound the instant it touched the edge of the light field.

The essence of water-borne thunder is yin, dampness, coldness, and decay.

The essence of the Golden Light Mantra is Yang, dryness, heat, and righteousness.

Tit for tat!

The extra physical heat granted by the Glint-Glint Fruit directly tipped the scales to one side.

The Razer head began to disintegrate after it crashed into the light field.

The gray-black mist was driven back by the golden light, and pungent white smoke rose up.

The electric arc was torn to pieces by the high-temperature ionized air.

Zhang Lingyu's expression changed.

The water-soaked lightning he unleashed at full power didn't even touch the hem of Zhang Chulan's clothes.

Within ten seconds.

The lightning bolt, which covered a ten-meter radius, was completely evaporated by the golden light field, leaving only a charred mark on the ground and the lingering smell of ozone in the air.

"Complete."

Zhang Chulan descended from mid-air, landing gently on the disc.

"Your dirty thunder is like an ice pop meeting an oven when it encounters my golden light spell."

Zhang Lingyu's hands were trembling.

He had diligently cultivated orthodox Taoist techniques for twenty years, yet he couldn't even last the first round against Zhang Chulan.

This person has not engaged in systematic cultivation for twelve years.

On what grounds?

What exactly was that mysterious light?

"What you're using isn't Qi," Zhang Lingyu's voice rasped. "At least it's not entirely Qi."

"It's alright to tell you." Zhang Chulan withdrew the golden light, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "I ate a Devil Fruit called the Glint-Glint Fruit."

"The effect is that it turns me into light."

"Devil Fruit?" Zhang Lingyu didn't understand at all.

"Hmm, a special kind of food that transcends dimensions." Zhang Chulan's expression was somewhat mischievous.

Zhang Lingyu's face turned pale.

He, a high-ranking disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, was utterly defeated by a guy who gained power by eating strange things.

This was even harder for him to accept than losing the battle.

"One month later." Zhang Lingyu suddenly grabbed the peach wood sword from the ground, pointed it at Zhang Chulan, and said, "The Grand Ceremony of Luo Tian."

Zhang Chulan's eyebrows twitched.

"The Grand Ritual of Luo Tian is a contest for extraordinary individuals from all over the world. The winner will be allowed to enter the main hall of Longhu Mountain."

Zhang Lingyu's voice returned to its icy tone.

"Whether it's for the sake of the Celestial Master's legacy or for your grandfather, if you want to prove yourself, then come to Longhu Mountain."

"Let all the extraordinary people in the world see whether Zhang Zhiwei's grandson is truly qualified to step through that door."

After saying that, Zhang Lingyu turned around and strode towards the bread cart.

Three disciples from Longhu Mountain followed closely behind, and the car door closed.

The bread truck roared to life and turned around to leave.

Zhang Lingyu never looked back.

But as he sat in the car, the veins on the back of his hand, which was gripping the peach wood sword, were bulging.

His reflection was shown in the car window.

On that excessively handsome face, there was anger, resentment, and an emotion he was unwilling to admit.

fear.

Zhang Chulan stood there, watching the bread truck disappear into the twilight.

"Luo Tian Grand Ritual..." he repeated the name.

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from behind me.

Feng Shayan stood up, holding onto the car door. Her black suit was covered in dust, and the handprint on her left cheek was clearly visible.

"You hit me." Feng Shayan's voice was so cold it could freeze.

"You struck first." Zhang Chulan turned around.

Feng Shayan stared at him for five seconds.

Suddenly, she smiled.

That smile was completely different from the arrogance before; it carried a kind of excitement that came from being provoked.

"interesting."

Feng Shayan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, took out a cell phone from her pocket, and pressed the dial button.

"dad."

"What's wrong?" A deep and steady male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Zhang Chulan is much stronger than the intelligence reports suggest." Feng Shayan stared into Zhang Chulan's eyes and said, word by word, "Moreover, the power he possesses is not Qi."

"Not Qi?"

"He said he ate some kind of Devil Fruit."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"Where did this fruit come from?"

Feng Shayan turned to look at Zhang Chulan, her gaze questioning.

Zhang Chulan hesitated for a second, then he smiled.

"Tell your father that if he wants to know, he should come find me himself."

"I can introduce him to someone."

"Who is it?"

"They sell gashapon toys."